A/N:...hardly any feedback. That's a spirit breaker...T_T

Not my best chapter, but I'm back.

Still messed up from my aunt's funeral, but I managed to finish this chapter, despite the hangover.

Ach, my head. Site notifications may be dead again, but I'm here...for now. Updating today took a lot out of me.

On the plus side, the next chapter of Take the Girl is shaping up to be a massive one; just need to finish carving it out, as it were.

I wanted to wait on any Elden Ring updates until Shadow of the Erdtree to start posting things - for the sake of the Lore- but I've grown tired of holding all these chapters back. So here we are; the stockpile I've prepared for you all, posted one day at a time. Now seems as good a time to release them, given what's transpired as of late.

...there's no easy easy way to say this, so I'll be brief. My aunt has passed away.

It happened suddenly, caught me by surprise, and sent me spiraling down into a dark place. Funeral will be soon, so if I vanish for a few days, that's the reason.

My life seems to be surrounded by death as of late; I've taken to writing even more, with the occasional drink to numb the pain.

Of course, I try not to dwell on the latter overmuch; I'm still alive and still writing. In an ideal world, I'd like to keep doing so for as long as I can. But old age is catching up to me and these days, the world is filled with so much madness and death. Feels like everyone's lost their minds sometimes. Even before that, so many friends and fellow writers I once knew are gone, now. Will I still be here in twenty years? Ten? Five? Its a chilling thought. But for now, I'm still here, still writing.

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"Do you think this is all a game?! These are our lives! Who are you to decide what to do with them?!

We are not pieces on a chessboard for you to move about at your whims!

DO YOU HEAR ME?!"

~Rage Against the Greater Will.

Why is the Blood on Fire

The tournament was finally coming to a close.

Naruto wasn't entirely sure how to feel about that or rather, how he should feel.

Relieved? Grateful? Ashamed, to know that he hadn't been able to keep the Greater Will from dragging so many worlds into this madness?

As "Godwyn" he knew it was technically his "duty" to take this spectacle somewhat seriously. And while these events thus far had helped him acquire resources and earn a great many would-be allies in his secret campaign against the Erdtree, yet in the same vein, he was ready to move on. There were things to do, plans to advance, people to save, and a few more lose ends before he got that wish and put his plan into action. But to do that, first he had to win the tourney.

To that end, it was looking more and more likely hat he would face Flora in the finals.

She was tearing through her competition with ease; even now, he idly watched her dispatch an armor knight with callous ease, rip the poor fellow's head clean off his shoulders, and hold it up for the crowd to see. Men and women went wild at the sight, hollering and hooting, applauding, baying for further bloodshed.

Flora gave it to them, hoisting her prize like some sort of grisly trophy. "Behold, lords and ladies of Leyndell! Another falls to my might! Are you not entertained?!"

Lansseax muttered crossly beside him, one hand over her belly. "Our new friend doesn't lack for vigor, that much is certain."

She certainly didn't. He looked forward to fighting her for real. Their battle would be glorious-no, legendary.

Why, he might actually have a chance to go all out against her.

For once, excitement, overrode his caution, such was his glee; he'd been holding back for so long now, concealing the lion's share of his power as it were-

"That was a terrible pun, and you should feel terrible."

-fair play, but here and now, he felt his blood sing. Surely he could be forgiven for indulging himself once. Just a little? Maybe a smidgen? Perhaps a touch?

Tiche tutted, claiming his attention once. "You would do well not to underestimate her, my lord."

Fia frowned. "As if he would. Godwyn knows no equal. He shall triumph. You'll see."

He certainly intended to, that much was certain. Fighting an incarnated Goddess would be fine test to see where he stood against the Greater Will-

A shadow fell over him, cutting his thoughts short. "A word, elder brother?"

He craned his neck back, half-expecting to find Rykard there.

No such luck.

"Radahn?"

For it was indeed the good general that had come to confront him; Ranni's big brother looked awful after the beating he'd given him; most of his upper torso lay swathed in bloodied bandages and his armor was nowhere to be seen. It almost made him seem smaller, somehow, but no less intimidating for it. He loomed larger over them, staring don silently.

"You shouldn't be up."

"And yet I am." the grave giant grunted. "We must speak. Come," the larger man beckoned, "Follow me."

Against his better judgement, he complied with the battered man's request.

What could he possibly have to say...?

(.0.0.0.)

Radahn led him below the stadium.

He knew it would be safe for the two of them here; away from the prying eyes of the Greater Will and the other Demigods; the roar of the crowd would not only conceal their presence, but mask any undue words they might say. Such was the sole reason he could be brave now; could dare to confront his brother in the flesh.

Even now his wounds stung from their match; he wished he had his blades to rest upon for support, but they were long gone, broken during his last atch. He resigned himself to leaning against a wall instead. It would have to suffice in the interim.

The cool stone felt surprisingly pleasant against his fevered flesh, the shadows a boon to his aching eyes.

For if few could see them down here in the depths, then even less could hope to hear them.

Once upon a time he might've prayed to the Greater Will for this turn out well, but now...

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..

...now he no longer knew to whom he should pray.

Doubt coiled around his heart like a serpent.

Facing his kin fully, he asked them the question that had been haunting him for days, now. "What will you do with the Wish?"

The words echoed in the gloom.

For his part, Godwyn leaned against nothing. He simply crossed both arms before his chest and smiled. That smile often brought Radahn comfort, yet today he couldn't help but noticed just how...cold it was. He appeared happy, but no sign of mirth reached his eyes. It frightened him; more than he wished to admit.

And so he tried it again. "What will you use it for?"

Godwyn shrugged. "My own ends, of course."

"And what are those ends?"

His brother considered him for a moment, weighing his words. "What I do with the wish is no concern of yours."

So be it. Nothing ventured nothing gained. "Could you not use to...mend our family?"

A blond brow quirked in mild confusion. "Mend it how?"

Radahn told him what he wanted.

"...!"

He expected a thunderous roar at that, a might denunciation at the very least.

Imagine his surprised when the Golden Son merely tilted his head. "I see. That's why you were fighting, wasn't it? Not for glory or honor, or even the golden order, but your family. "His handsome face softened. "You great big lummox. Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

Hope kindled in his chest. "Then can you-"

"No." his response dashed that hope.

"But why?!"

"Because its far too late to fix things." Godwyn shook his head and stepped into the light. "Your father won't go back to your mother-not of his own volition at any rate. It would take a command from the Greater Will itself, and even if by some miracle he did, it would be too little, too late. The damage has already been done. Would your mother even trust him again after such a blatant betrayal?

Radahn wanted to say yes. More than anything. Truly, he did. The naive, hopeful child he was at heart...he wished for that outcome more than anything else in the world.

But he knew the truth, didn't he?

He'd always known.

Perhaps sensing that very thought, Godwyn laid a hand on his arm. "Radahn, the problem here isn't your father, but rather the foolish god who brainwashed him.

He jerked back, horror mounting within him. "You speak heresy."

"Its not heresy if its the truth." Godwyn stepped back and the shadows lengthened between them, leaving him torn between the light and dark. "You were honest with me, so the least I can do is be honest with you." In that instant the sight of his beloved half-brother truly terrified him. "We're going to kill that thing and upend whole of it. Me, Rykard, Ranni, all of us."

His blood ran cold. "Why tell me this?"

Godwyn considered him for a long moment. "Because I think, deep down, you know I'm telling the truth; and that you want to join us. No," he shook his head again and laughed a little, "I know you will in time. Just think about it; you're serving an entity who deliberately tore your family apart solely to spite mine. That is no god. We'll tear its world down and from the ashes, build a better one.

Treachery, heresy, blackest of blasphemy. He had no idea it ran this deep. By rights he should warn the Greater Will. He would be well-rewarded for such...

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..

...and yet he found himself hesitating; because he knew those words to be truth. "The Erdtree will not take kindly to any outside interference, even from you."

Godwyn rolled his eyes, and for a moment, his speech seemed...rougher somehow. "And I don't take kindly to it mucking about with our families."

"What happened to Great Godfrey was truly a tragedy-

CRUNCH.

The bolt of Granssax slammed down into the stone, cutting him off.

"Careful, now." Godwyn's voice was smooth as silk once more, but he didn't miss the subtle undercurrent of menace lurking within that twisted smirk. "You're already on thin ice as it is. Choose your next words carefully."

His smile struck terror into his heart. This was the oldest of the demigods, Marika's firstborn, friend of dragons and destroyer of worlds. To fight him here was to fall...and he did not wish to die.

So he must tread lightly now. Very, terribly lightly. "I cannot be seen to work with you...

Godwyn hefted his spear with intent and turned to leave, golden eyes ablaze.

"Then we have nothing more to discuss."

...therefore I will see nothing at all." his words brought his brother still. "I shall turn a blind eye to your actions so long as you act for the greater good; but know this!" he thrust a finger his way, jabbing at his back. "Should your spear strike any of our kin, the gods themselves will be unable to save thee from me.

His kin smiled and turned to depart. "Fortunately for you, I have no intention of harming our family...but can the same be said for the Greater Will?"

Radahn watched him leave; made certain that he ascended the steps to the stands above

Only then did he slam a fist into the wall. "Blast it...!"

(.0.0.0.)

...that was a productive meeting."

It really was, wasn't it? Better than he could've hoped for.

Naruto opened his eyes, savoring the memory as he awaited his next foe.

Thank goodness Radahn had proven amenable to his cause. It would've been a shame to fight him. Ranni would've been rather cross if he manhandled her brother, to say nothing of Rykard. But the seed of doubt had been sown in the good General's heart. Now he just had to sit back and watch it grow.

A raucous roar from the crowd claimed his attention; countless catcalls accompanied by the sound of stomping feet.

He'd long made his way back down from the stands in silence; wondering who he would fight next. Strictly speaking he knew he didn't have to engage in another bout; as the eldest son of Marika he was guaranteed a spot in the final by right, but he wanted to fight. And besides if he did, there would be less rounds, which meant

Apparently the lots had been drawn at random once more while he was distracted; for he soon found himself facing another opponent

The door opposite the arena opened, admitting his next adversary; they strode forward at a brisk pace, weapon in hand...

.

..

...interesting.

He took them in at a glance.

A tall woman clad in regal leather armor awaited, chin tucked into her chest as she refused to look his way.

And yet for all that, her voice was soft. "I have journeyed far to slay thee, foul beast."

He blinked. "...Beast?"

Kurama huffed. "She's probably talking about me."

Well, alright then. Two could play this little game of hers.

"Beast, am I?" he smiled, bemused by her words. He'd been called many things, but that was a new one. "Best be careful, then. I might bite."

The stranger did not smile, but she did speak. "I am Lady Maria of the Astral Clocktower." Here at last she lifted her head to to gaze upon him; belatedly he found himself struck by her pale visage and blood-red eyes, orbs he knew had once been a different color, but now swirled with a dark power. "And I am your end."

Everyone just loved to say that, didn't they?

"You know...its funny." he cracked his neck side to side, considering her. "I've fought lots of people from different worlds these past few days, but you?" His head tilted with one final pop as he reached back for the Bolt of Granssax and hefted it her way. "You look fun."

Her eyes flashed. "I am not here for "fun", foul creature. You will rule the moment you met me."

He smled. "No, I don't think I will."

"Then I advise you hold nothing back bast, or I shall slay thee outriiiiiight?!" Her words piqued into a delightful yelp as he stepped past her and swept the hat from her head in a single sweep. "What are you doing?! Give that back!"

"What's wrong? And here I thought you didn't want me to hold back. This is the bare minimum of effort you should exert. "He whipped her hat over his shoulder and flung it into the stands.

Lansseax caught it with a delighted squeal and hefted it high. "A fine prize, my mate! Bring me another!"

He sketched a bow her way.

Maria twitched. Spasmed, really. Outright convulsed. "Why you...?!"

She raised both blades high at her sides. Aw, was she going to surrender? That would be boring, but-

And drove them into her stomach.

For the first time in a long time, Naruto balked. Blinked now as her body buckled and she forced them deeper, up and out her back. Was she trying to kill herself? No, he could sense something stirring in her, a presence as bleak and dark as it was vile. She tore her weapons free in an explosion of fiery blood, revealing them in all their grisly glory; lengthened and sharpened by her own lifeforce. What was she, a masochist or something?! No, more than that...

"Why is your blood on fire?!"

She rushed him in response; forcing him to parry her; once, twice, thrice. On the fourth pass hr blade swept in at his face and he received a wicked burn there as he dodged; it began to heal, but slowly. Annoyed he lashed out with a fork of red lightning, driving her back in return. She barely battered an eyelash; it took a rasengan to actually harm her, and even then that only slowed her.

A tiny smile wreathed Maria's ethereal visage as she drew her blades back for another volley. "Not a fan of fire, I take it."

He sneered back. "I find myself rather fond of it, actually. "

"Let's test that, shall we?"

He settled into a stance, which she mirrored. The heat never bothered him anyway.

No doubt the Greater Will would find that offensive -as it did so many things- but what of it? Let it seethe.

Maria sprang into the air and he had a single instant to marvel at the sheer, wild ferocity of her; then she was upon him. He took her attack head on and lashed out in kind, carving a bloody swathe across her leg as she scarred his chest. If she at all cared for the tattered state of her trousers, it didn't stop her. She slashed him back, and he her; together they ripped and tore into one another.

This fight wasn't something he wanted to end quickly; this...this was something to savor.

For the first time in ages, bloodlust stirred in him.

This...was just...so...SO MUCH FUN!

(.0.0.0.)

Her son acquitted himself well.

Marika took pride in the sight. Not only as a warrior, but a mother.

Alas, Radaon disagreed. Look at him. Your son is reckless. He fights foolishly."

She granted her "brother" a gormless smile and looked back to the fray, refusing to speak today. Radagon must never know. The Greater Will couldn't be allowed to suspect, to see her true colors. If that meant having a child or two with her onerous other half...so be it. Godwyn would look after the little ones when the time came.

Down below, the duel drew to a close.

(.0.0.0.)

The tide had turned against her.

Maria had known it might, and thought she wouldn't care. But she did.

Her calm began to fracture with each blow, then crack, buckling despite her best efforts.

Words tumbled out of her the last of her composure finally shattering altogether. By the hunt! What are you?!

He caught her Rakyo with his right hand; literally. He let her run his palm clean through, closed his hand, then yanked her forward.

Unwilling to leave go of her weapon, Maria clung on tightly and tried to fight.

Mistakes were made.

Clenched knuckles barreled into her face at speed, denting her cheek and cracking a tooth, then her chest, torso, legs everywhere, everything, all at once. Her remaining blood vials shattered beneath the barrage and she gave up on them as a final punch tore her free from her grasp, her hair flying loose around her as she let momentum drag her back around; all that vicious velocity she turned against him and used to smash her heel into the side of his head.

Godwyn accepted the blow and twisted with it, neck bending ever so slightly to the side; she was so focused on such that she didn't see his knee until it came barreling up into gut. She snapped her Rakyo in half at the hilt and used her free weapon to slash at him, and while she failed to draw blood, she did make him release her and tumble to safety...

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..

...or so she thought.

His hand struck the ground as his entire body pivoted. A foot filled her vision, bristling with momentum!

Her eyes bulged but it was too late to dodge.

CRACK!

Her head snapped back and she crashed down, body skipping across the stadium like a flung stone.

"You asked what I was, earlier." he tore her weapon free from his hand and cast it down at her feet, storming after her as she rose. "The answer is many things. You wouldn't believe half of them. Now, Kurama."

What was a Kurama?

She had her answer as his fist flashed a royal shade of gold and delved into her stomach. The sheer shockwave of his blow both sundered her attire and tore into her jacket, exposing her pale bosom to the world. The crowd jeered at her for it. Shame flooded her in a rush of red and she pivoted, lashing out with a wave of scorching blood. Another blow ravaged her outfit further and laid her low, forcing her to bend the knee. Breath burst from her lungs and a bit of blood besides, then yet more as a kick smashed her head back and laid her low.

Godwyn the Golden indeed.

In her folly, she tried to rise, only for her legs to buckle beneath her. For all her pride, her body faltered.

This couldn't be happening! No! She couldn't be bested by by such a brute!

Her fist dug in the first, drawing beads of blood.

Not yet!

She couldn't lose like this; she mustn't.

Not. yet.

Not in such a shameful way.

NOT YET!

A sickly sweet voice pervaded her mind. "Do your crave power, little one?"

She balked, startled by the intrusion. 'What is this? Who are you?

...hmm. I suppose you'll do. Better than that Omen Boy.

'I don't understand-

"You will."

Her blood boiled in her veins, tearing a scream from her lips as she choked. Her body bowed low, every cell suffused with power. Her broken Rakyo tumbled from her grasp, forgotten and still she couldn't stop screaming; it felt as though her very body were being torn apart and stitched back together countless times over and over again, countless wounds without end...!

Yes, that's right. Embrace me. Give yourself to me...

Without warning, the pain ended.

Maria cut her palm and fresh blood flowed forth from her many wounds, before hardening behind her to form a grisly simulacrum of crimson wings and armor over her tattered attire. It preserved her mangled modesty, if only just. Even so, she hated this transformation, phase, this form, whatever the foolish onlookers wished to call it.

To an outside onlooker, she knew she must seem some bloody angel, wrathful and furious. A part of her rather wished to die, than accept aid from a foreign god...or perhaps it was a Great One? She knew naught, and it shamed her. But here and now?

She wanted to win, no, she must win! This foul vileblood would serve her at last! Victory would be hers!

"Heresy!" Someone screamed from the stands -she never knew who- a cry that was soon taken up by others! "She calls upon the Formless Mother!"

Was that the entity empowering her? It mattered not. Power was hers, and she would use it to...

"Heh."

Godywn palmed his face, bowed his head, and began to laugh; not some inane, demented shriek, but a deep belly laugh, the merry booming sound not unlike that of Gehrman from the old days. As she looked on, the mad god planted his Bolt in the ground and held his sides with one hand as he chuckled.

She brandished her bloody blade. "Have you gone mad from fear?"

"Not at all," he dragged his hand free from his face, chuckling ruefully. "I'm just honored. If you're pulling out a third phase, then I may as well skip straight to mine."

A bead of sweat ran down her brow. "You're bluffing." She'd known he was holding back, but surely not this much.

He was at the end of his rope, right?

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...right?

Gowdyn threw his head back and roared, a short sharp sound that set her already burning blood ablaze.

As she looked on, the First of the Demigods transformed before her very eyes; his body burst into golden flame, his exposed skin became limned with eerie black marks, and his eyes...by the blood, those eyes! They were gold like those of the dragons, but different, his pupils a wicked cross-shape gleaming in the light of the afternoon.

Something was wrong.

She saw it in his eyes.

Something was very wrong.

She sensed it in his smile.

Something was terribly, horribly wrong.

She could taste in the very air, the suffocating silence that followed.

"You should be proud of yourself." even his voice had been altered, that once pleasant hum now akin to a slow-moving avalanche, a moving mountain ready to bury her alive. "No one's pushed me this far in battle before. But look at you!" he held out a hand and a stray spark of saffron skittered across his fingertips as his face dimple in a smile. "You've clearly pulled out all the stops, even caught the eye of an Outer God. Its only fair that I return the favor."

He walked forward, the ground turned to glass in his wake.

"Let's take this fight elsewhere, Maria."

Then he moved.

Godwyn's fist slammed up under her chin, driving her teeth together with a painful click.

Momentum caught up with her body a moment later; it proved most unkind.

Maria rocketed upward into the clouds with a startled yelp.

Thankfully her flight proved brief; she shot past the screaming clouds, past Marika, past even Erdtree herself as they very skies boiled around her. Snow slammed into her back, cushioning her fall, but even then the sheer force of her landing stunned her for a crucial instant.

Wait, snow?

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..

...she'd landed in Mountaintops of the Giants, hadn't she?

Oh bugger.

That was all she had time to comprehend before a cackling golden meteor shot down out of the clouds to meet her; then she was far too preoccupied trying to survive. Because you see, that laughing streak of gold wasn't just something-it was someone-and they were most eager to make her acquaintance once more. Time slowed for a crucial instant as she glimpsed his great glowing form, the sparks skittering about his body, his face; and most importantly of all; the clenched fist racing toward her own. There was no time to think, no time to dodge, let alone counterattack. She could only react.

Godwyn!?

She'd time enough to brace her bloody wings and catch his hand in her palm; that only caused him to laugh an' lash out with the other, which she was forced to catch in turn.

In an instant she found herself forced into a grapple, their hands locked above their heads, straining against one another as the ground shattered underfoot.

Godwyn's forehead smashed against hers, his face split by a wide grin. "Are we having fun yet, Maria?!"

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Laxasia the complete, eh? Take that armor off. You look ridiculous.

A bolt of of electricity ht him. He grinned.

Heh. It tickles."

The ringleader laughed. "...did you really think I would be foolish enough to face you alone, Godwyn? I already told you. I brought friends. And you...you've made enemies."

Naruto exhaled slowly. Shrugged off his cloak. The navy garment fell to the ground, exposing his bare chest.

The Bolt of Granssax spat scarlet sparks in his grasp, eager for action.

Azure eyes shimmered into cold crimson.

"You should have brought more."

Clap.

They froze.

Clap. Claaap.

"No. How...?!"

Clap. Clap. Clap.

He stepped out of the shadows, still smiling, still clapping.

"You know what they say; what's dead may never die. Unfortunately for you, I've died before...

He should be dead.

Why?! Why wasn't he dead?!

...I know your kind. You never learn...unless you're made to learn."

As they looked on aghast, Godwyn dragged himself up onto one knee. A hand rose. Tore his bloody robe away.

"Very well." he exhaled slowly, a low burst of steam leaving his lips. They couldn't see his eyes, not with him hanging his head like that. "I've given thee courtesy enough...

His back glowed gold. Then a monster burst forth.

"Its over...What should I do now...they'll follow me...

Footsteps echoed, deep in the dark. "You'd be right about that."

They rounded with a yelp. Paused. Laughed now, when the saw the state of him.

"Look at you! Godwyn the golden! Wounded and bloody! What can you possibly do in that state?!" More laughter. "Ha! That's what you get for protecting others! Weakling!"

Low laughter filled the sewers. "If you actually believe those words, you're pitiful. Honestly, you deserve a hug. If my last life, I woulda given you one...

Their smile died an ugly death. "...what?"

"Its true I'm not in the best shape at the moment." The first of the demigods pushed himself upright, uncaring of his mangled arm. "I can't even feel my right side anymore. "However." He lifted his head and ran a bloody hand through his long hair. "Just because I'm a little weaker, doesn't make you stronger now, does it?"

He stepped forward. They flinched. He saw it. Grinned.

"Sorry. There's only one ways to proceed from here onwards." two steps now. "Cuddle up, tremble in fear...AND RUN."

"R-Run?"

"That's right. Run away. And never return." he paused. Considering. "Or you could try and kill me now. Who knows. You might even succeed...

Such a ritual would undoubtedly grand her the freedom she so sought...but it meant he would die.

Ranni shook her head furiously, red hair swaying side to side. "No, no, no! I can't...!"

Do you hate them?

How could he hate the twins? Miquella and Malenia were his half-siblings and still much too young to know their true loyalties. Not even three years old and the poor tykes had their own illnesses to grapple with...no, the answer was obvious.

"I don't hate anyone. I pity those weaker than me."

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