...I know what you're going to say...but yeah, abother one.
I don't know yet if I'm gonna continue this or make it just one shot. treat it as a side dish for my main.
In a damp dark basement, a young man was hanging by chains.
Hooks at the ends bore deeply inside his flesh. In his palm, shoulders, thighs and back.
It was merely because of the will of a sadistic and twisted desire of a girl corrupted beyond the point of no return that he still lives.
The girl whom the young man had always been a family turned into someone that he refused to acknowledge as someone who had been.
Then, amidst the silence of the dark, footsteps began echoing, the sound of barefoot stepping on puddles of liquid. Coming down the stone made stairs leading down to the basement where the young man lay hanging.
Reaching the base, she approached the Motionless form of the young man.
Stopping a step away, she then looked up to where the young man's face would be. Despite the darkness, it seemed as if she could clearly see.
Then she spoke, a euphoric tone so sweet it was almost sickening.
" A~h senpai. I'm back."
She said, reaching a hand to the side of his face.
The young man's hanging form, as if in response, twitched.
Then with a flutter, his eyelids opened slowly. Revealing eyes of golden brown. Yet, those eyes remained empty as it gazed at the silhouette of the woman.
The woman, seeing him open his eyes, seemed to become more elated.
"Senpai~, I'm glad." Saying so she began to rise, the darkness appearing as if hugging her body made it so.
Reaching the young man's face she proceeded to give him a peck on the cheek. Though as if wanting for more, her tongue slithered out towards his lips, before entering his mouth, she proceeded to give him a wild kiss.
Yet, despite her actions, the young man's eyes remained empty, almost lifeless.
Pulling her face back after several minutes, she looked at his face.
Seeing his eyes, empty as if looking not at her yet through her made her face morph into a scowl.
'SMACK!'
then she slapped him.
" Why…why. Why. Why! Why are you still not looking at me senpai!"
Then in her anger, the darkness became a whip.
Lashing at everything in her anger, hitting the young man several times in the process. Yet, his eyes are still devoid of nothing.
After calming down, she once again approached him. Then with a coquettish and seductive gesture, she hugged the figure of the young man.
" Don't worry senpai, after everything is over, we'll be together, forever."
With her head still on the nape of his neck, her right hand then slipped down his shoulder, then to the stump where his left arm should have been.
They remained like that for a few hours, before the silence was disturbed by the sound of metal boots stepping on the marble floor.
A figure clad in black armour streaked in red materialized.
" Didn't I say that I should not be disturbed?" The woman spoke sensing the new arrival. Her tone expressed her displeasure of being interrupted.
But the new arrival seems undeterred as the armoured figure spoke.
" The remaining masters seems to be gathering together." The figures voice sounded feminine and with authority.
Hearing her words, the woman seemed to still, her fingers resting at the chest of the young man.
After a few minutes of silence, she spoke.
" Hmmm, it seems nee-san and her boy toy are planning to join hands with the doll." her tone amused.
"Am I to intercept them?"
The armoured figure, heard the woman's words, intoned.
"No. Not yet." She replied. After saying so she felt the gaze of the figure filled with displeasure, despite the figures visor covering her eyes.
The young woman, ignoring her gaze continued.
" It's best to let them gather in one place. It's about time I dealt with berserker anyway."
Floating down, she began walking towards the armoured figure.
" Have you found that person's whereabouts, Archer?" She spoke, seemingly to address someone.
" ….Yes, though I think he's planning to relocate soon." A masculine voice answered her question from behind, but no figure could be seen except the chained young man.
"Then, it's time I give him my thanks." With a giggle, hugging herself, she brought her index finger to her lips.
" Would you taste different now? nii–san~"
With her ominous and seductive words, she disappeared within the darkness along with the armoured figure.
Then the dark basement was once again engulfed in silence.
…
After a few minutes, as if making sure they have left.
Another figure materialized from the flickers of blue mana, gazing where the young woman and the armoured figure had left.
Standing over 182 cm, the silhouette reflects that of a man.
As if satisfied by not sensing the two anymore, he turned to the chained up young man.
He took a minute gazing at the young man before deciding to approach him, his metal boots echoed around the basement as he walked.
Stopping in front of the young man he raised his left arm, touching his palm on the young man's abdomen.
A moment later, a burst of magical energy erupted from the man which he manipulated into entering the young man's body.
The young man's body behaved like a sponge, absorbing the transferred magical energy without much of a resistance, compared to normal. As if it merely reabsorbed which it emitted.
The hanging form of the young man glowed for a few seconds before returning back to normal.
Taking a step back, the man took another final look at the young man, before he finally dematerialized.
"—this world is doomed either way." was the fading words of the man.
Then, within the silence of the darkness a few minutes when the man left, there was a rattle of chains.
And a whisper.
" …is made of blades…"
With those fading words, in response, the darkness coalesced into a sphere and enveloped him.
Before flames of destruction engulfed everything a few hours later.
…..
A figure of a young man, with wavy blue hair with a texture similar to that of a wakame(seaweed) was running for his life.
His name was, Matou Shinji, or this character to be exact.
Huffing and puffing showing his exhaustion, his expression showed a scowl.
" Damnit! Why did everything turned out this way! " He complained through gritted teeth.
Suddenly his survival instincts warned him that something dangerous was behind him, chasing him.
But he ignored it, focusing on running instead.
" Damn Gilgamesh, just when I warned him! He didn't listen!?"
He warned Gilgamesh. He really did, yet it made the king of heroes even more eager to approach 'his' little sister.
Turning left on the alley way, he came to an abrupt halt.
"... fuck!" He cursed. Standing in front of him was a girl with purple hair wearing a dress made of darkness hugging her body as if to emphasize her figure. her face marred with the mark of corruption
Just when he was about to turn around he heard metal boots clanking on concrete.
He knew without turning around that it was the corrupted servant that closely followed 'his' little sister.
Instead opting to ignore them to look around the top of the buildings to scan if he could spot The servant of the bow, who, to him is the most dangerous compared to the two despite having its stats lower
Just as he was scanning the top of the buildings, 'his' little sister spoke.
" What are you looking for, nii–san?"
The question itself was said with a playful tone. But it sent shivers down his back. Making him break down into cold sweat.
After a prolonged silence he answered. Not letting his gaze away from a particular building in the distance.
"... just some troublesome guy." he said, finally looking at the young woman.
" What happened to you, sakura?"
At his question, the young woman or Sakura, tilted her head with a smile on her face.
" What do you mean nii–san. Weren't you the one who made me like this?" She answered with an amused tone. While Shinji winced.
" Mah, it doesn't matter now does it, Nii–san." saying so, she began walking towards him at a steady pace. Along with her approach, the darkness then began to coalesce around them. Covering the area in darkness with only the alley floor as the only thing visible.
And with the growing darkness, his scowl continued to deepen. But then he grinned, that his confidence could be felt.
The purple haired girl was puzzled. Where does his confidence come from? Well, it didn't matter.
" …. I won't apologize for what I did, but…. I'm not dying here!" Shouting, he raised his right hand. At the back of his palm, a single command spell that remained began glowing red and began filling with magical energy, signaling the final use of its miracle.
" By my command seal, Lancer —!"
Yet before he could finish, he noticed the absence of a part of his body.
"Ah?"
His right hand to be precise, exactly where the last command seal was.
Eyes widening, as the situation was so unbelievable that his mind refused to acknowledge it. Then an interface that only he could perceive appeared in his view in vivid red, then the pain followed.
"AAAAHHHHHHGGG!" his knees gave out, unable to handle the pain he crumbled to the concrete ground. Clutching the area where his arm was supposed to be.
" …H–how… " were the words he could utter while gasping amidst the pain.
Then, a soft giggle sounded amidst his screams of pain. Turning his head with difficulty to glance at Sakura, who was smiling with her finger on her lips. A manic glint could gleaming in her eyes.
" I knew it, senpai was more delicious~" she said hugging herself consumed with euphoria.
Seeing her preoccupied, he began looking for ways to escape. But before he could, despair assailed him. For the corrupted servant of the blade was now standing behind him.
It was then that he knew, he fucked up.
Seeing that his path of escape began to narrow, he turned to the thing that was supposed to make him the most powerful person in the world, the thing that was with him upon his awakening to this world.
His eyes lit up, as he saw the timer that would make his escape possible nearing completion. So he waited, he only needed fifteen seconds and he would be able to leave this shitty situation.
So, he observed the purple haired girl, and the timer. Alternating between the two, making sure the servant behind him didn't notice his behavior.
After waiting for several seconds that stretched like eternity and seeing the purple haired girl that began to touch herself in pleasure, his heart pounded within his chest.
Then.
00.00.03
…
00.00.02
…
00.00.01
"Heh." He laughed. The girl, hearing that, stilled and stopped what she was doing. And turned to him.
"... What are you laughing about nii–san?" she asked, tilting her head to the side, but her eyes showed an unamused look.
" Nothing, just that you really are nothing but a bitch."
He could see that her brows twitch at his words.
Which made his lips curl up even more.
" Just when everything was going smoothly, you went rogue and ruined everything."
Slowly he stood up with shaking legs, but he managed to stand straight, and look her in the eyes.
He looked worse, a missing arm, torn clothes and face and body soaked in blood and sweat. But his eyes never left the light of arrogance and confidence.
As he steadied himself, he glanced down as a blackened sword rested on his neck, but he was unfazed.
" Is this how you repay me for saving you from that old worm?"
At that question, the purple haired girl glanced down, her hair covering her features. But her clenched Palms showed a different story.
" Ungrateful bitch." He said finally. As he raised his remaining arm to press the invisible button.
But, the results were not what he expected.
His smiling and satisfied smile cramped and turned into an anxious frown.
What was supposed to be a confirmation of a successful transfer instead showed a prompt dyed in blood red error.
" W–WHAT! Why!"
At the unexpected and absurd development he couldn't help but exclaim in disbelief and frustration. He was supposed to be transported to a different world already. How come it now failed!
But, his tantrums were interrupted as he looked with anxious gaze at the direction towards the purple haired girl, worried what she might do after being provoked like that. Then, His heart was flooded with horror, not at the face of the girl full of Silent fury, but at the smiling figure behind her.
"Wha–! H–how are you here?!" He asked, pointing at 'him' or 'it' with shaking fingers, trying to muster his courage yet he couldn't help his voice shaking from the fear. It shouldn't be here! Its mere presence seems to distort the world, destabilizing the surroundings yet locking them at the same time.
The figure, seeing his reaction, showed an amused expression. Then, it spoke.
"Hou~, it seems you also recognise me?" It said as it looked at him as if observing an interesting creature.
Its gaze sent shivers down his spine making him break out in cold sweat. And with an unseen pressure, it made his body lock up that All he could do was twitch.
Seeing him like that the purple haired girl turned to look at the figure behind her.
" What are you doing here?" Her question was spoken with a tone so cold that Shinji could feel the temperature drop.
" Hmm? Oh, it was just an intrigue." It answered without even giving her a glance. Before its attention was once again focused on him.
" What were you about to do? It felt similar to the one following the Tohsaka heir." Its smile was gentle but it felt even more sinister.
Shinji's eyes widened at the question. Similar to what he did? Does that mean I'm not the only one?!
His reaction though, was enough for it.
"So, you are similar, yet you were both unaware of each other huh." it mumbled to itself, its tone growing more intrigued. But then, its expression suddenly became blank.
The sudden change baffled Shinji. But before he could wonder what was happening, it turned to address the purple haired girl.
" Clean up here, miss, the time is nigh," he said before turning around. But stopped as she asked a question.
" What about nee–san?"
It showed a smile as it glanced back. Lifting its arm and on its grasp, was a bundle of bloodied black hair and a checkered blue scarf. The scarf, from the past which she gave to a childhood friend, that she held feelings for, yet when they reunited, she learned that he already was dating her older sister. Yet, why does he still go after other women?
Her senpai really is the only one for her. Kind, sweet, and thoughtful. Unlike her nii–san, even if he seemed to change a year ago, he still let her senpai die once. And her childhood friend, her first love, who broke his promise and her heart.
Well, it doesn't matter now does it. They're already dead and her nii-san is bound to follow.
" Okay, I'll finish up here soon." She said, a sweet smile on her face that filled his heart even more with dread and coldness.
" W–Wai—!" He tried to speak, to negotiate, yet the darkness wrapped around his whole body that only his eyes could be seen.
Not long after, the darkness seems to shrink, starting at the area of the feet would be.
"Mmmmmppphhhh!"
Letting out a muffled scream at the feeling of being slowly devoured little by little. His tears began flowing out of his fear filled eyes.
Losing his feet, he was about to topple over, yet before he could, an armored hand grabbed him by the neck, making him lay suspended in the air.
The purple haired girl merely watched, her expression a constant smile of someone bidding their loved ones on a long journey. Yet, in this case, that loved one won't be coming back. He tried accessing the interface trying to find a way out and survive. Yet, it seemed that thing, seemingly noticing something, stopped his departure and turned his head to look back at him.
Then, what reflected once more, was the words of despair. A bloody red ERROR.
" Hoh~, I see, so it is reality manipulation..hmm? not quite…conversion of entropy…and an application of the second.. but the counterforce…I see." It mumbled to itself not making any senses to others who might've heard him.
Then, as if it came to a conclusion. It sported a satisfied smile.
" So that's why." it finally said.
The purple haired girl raised her right slender hand, before opening her palm mimicking the action of grabbing something.
Shinji's eyes, covered in tears, seemed to beg her, pleading to her that she spare him. Yet, her response was merely a sweet smile, before she finished her grabbing motion.
With a splash of blood, and crunching of bones. The body of who was once Shinji and later the transmigrated body of Someone named Wáng Hàoyú, now only the puddles of blood remains where he once stood.
yeah, I got a beef with the systems.