I don't own Fate/Grand Order or it's related fandoms and characters. The same applies to any other fictional work(s) that may be referenced.
This work was made while I listened to No. 8 Requiem.
I decided to stop publishing altogether, as my life gets busier with college, so this shall be the last time I write. To those who read anything of mine, thank you for your time.
EDIT: I decided to come back to writing this story, don't know how long that will last, but I'll try my best.
Chapter 2
A traumatized young man kneels on the scorched ground, surrounded by the flaming ruins of the city he used to call home. In his arms, a toddler, unconscious and bleeding from the head. A young girl, he held closely while he wept. The only family he has left.
His daughter.
And soon, she too will become another victim of this senseless war.
Sinner… Oh Sinner…
The Apocalypse is nigh…
Can you feel it… In the air…
The World… About to die?…
The young man rose his head, and saw a figure in black robes, slowly approaching him, singing.
Sinner… Oh Sinner…
Are you willing to try…
Selling… Your Soul…
To save… But one life?…
A blue globe appeared above the mysterious figure, and just by looking at it, the young man instinctively knew it was the World.
And what it offered.
Sinner… Oh Sinner…
Are you going to cry…
Knowing… The Lord…
Is not… On your side?…
The young man extended his right hand, the one not being used to cradle his baby girl, towards the World, and It extended a tentacle of light towards him, which then spread across his arm and body, like veins of energy.
The deal was done, and now with his newfound power, the young man healed his daughter, who while still unconscious, now was unharmed.
The young man sighed in relief.
Sinner… Oh Sinner…
The Apocalypse is nigh…
So make… Your Final Prayers…
And bid this world… Your last Goodbye…
Suddenly the young man spat blood, and as he looked at his chest, he saw that the figure's arm had speared through him.
He looked up, and his eyes widened at the sight of the once obscured view, for the face that looked back was his own.
Heroic Spirit Roses looked at his dying self, at the daughter he never had, and sighed.