Chapter 7 

A short chapter to gett me back to Fate. Been so busy with my Bloodborne these days I barely have time to update this and UHW

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It is an undeniable truth of the universe that those who are born at the top are destined to be alone

She was there. Since the start of time. A creation born between the mixing of blood between God and Man, intended to be the bridge between the two worlds.

She was there when Man invented their first tool. She was there when Man fought their first war. Through it she lead her battle, through them she governed her golden empire

The One King, they called her. The woman that would go on to inspire countless epics of heroes, whose legend is the origin upon which all others sprung from. The woman who sat atop her eternal throne, omniscienct eyes gazing to the depth of knowledge most minds are too shallow to comprehend

But therein lies the problem. The king who ruled the world, eventually would find themselves alone in the world.

What uses are there in seeking riches when all belongs to you? What use are there in pursuing powers you already have? Great magics, infinite riches, divine miracles, all sat there in her palm like nothing more than a toy to play with

It...frustrates her. To think the king whom everyone thought to be the embodiment of power and wisdom possess such mundane emotions would be impossible. She desires something...something woth desiring of

"I understand, kid" The man nodded sympathetically "You want to be average, don't you?"

"..."

She stared at him

The Child of God and Man stared long and hard at the fool who just heard everything she'd contemplated her whole life

After a moment of thinking, she decided that perhaps she had simply misheard what he said

"Oh you didn't mishear that"

"I am half tempted to cut a hole in your head to see what kind of stupidity lies inside" The King growled "Because clearly, no matter the limit of man's knowledge there cannot exist an individual as solely lacking in intelligence as you"

Ridiculous. She poured her heart out to this monkey and that's all he has to say. Why would a woman of divine status like her associates themselves with a mongrel anyway?

However, a hidden part of Gilgamesh secretly felt pleased. The fact that he spoke to her with such relaxing tone, as oppose to the worship of the mass, somehow creates for a contrast she highly enjoy

It is a breath of fresh air to her. There are certain things about the man just seems different from her subjects in Babylon. His peaceful aura, to the unremarkable features of his form.

There's nothing of note, but that in itself was noteworthy. It wasn't like the man had trouble standing out. No, it is because the average cover he cloaked himself with, the brown, mud-stained armaments he wields are the same, perfectly average as the common soldier of her army, are all intentional

That little tibid made her narrowed her eyes

He tried too hard to be something he is not

"Trust me, you won't find much aside from a normal brain" He laughed, dangling his legs over the castle's wall "It's merely a result of keen observation. Even someone without a mind can tell that the King is lonely"

"I AM NOT LONELY!"

"You'll forgive me for doubting, your highness. After all, when we met-" He muttered, lips curved into a teasing smile "-You weren't in the best state of mind, and me in my best state of dress. Your desire for company is quite blatant"

Yes, she had. She grumbled, face turning a shade redder. No one will find out about that and have their heads intact. The fact that a king would devolve herself to such vulgar sights is impossible. It never happened. Never had

"Since you're in such a contemplative mood, how about about a gift?" A silence stretched on between them. She blinked, before realizing he was talking to her

"I doubt there's anything you can give me that I don't already have, hermit"

"Huh" The hermit shrugged "Perhaps there is. I'm a...collector of treasures of sort. You'll be surprised at the things I have in my storage"

Playfulness flashed behind crimson eyes. She smirked at the chance to get a foothold on him

"Oh. Then by all means, make me" She purred. 

It was only futile, her Gates covered everything Man considered valuable. That is, every kind of treasure there is on this Earth. From the biggest, most radiant of jewels to divine armaments blessed by primordial magic. It was the same reason other countries depleted half of their resource attempting to appease to her, and so many of them failed

Whatever he could pull out, she had already owned it. So the king watched as he fiddled with barely contained amusement, content to watch him spiraled toward his inevitable loss

She would soon be proven incorrect

Ripples spread across the surface of air as a portal opened. Her eyes widened at the spatial distortion it emitted, not dissimilar to the Gates of Babylon given to her at birth

Only, instead of the her portal's brilliant golden sheen, his is an inky black, seemingly impossible to escape from. The King watched with rapt attention as his hand went through the spatial rift, seemingly graping the object, before pulling it out-

Something uninmaginable emerged. 

Gilgamesh's breath hitched as a presence fell upon the castle. It screams of power and authority, and thought its form have not yet been revealed, the power raditating from the space surrounding the object is more volatile than most higher-end relics in her possession

"What? Oh come on, just go and say hi to her you shy thing!" The hermit's yelling is the only indication that he is indeed the one who summoned it "I can't believe there would be a blade as anti-social as you!"

His hand tightening, he tugged upon the object. The metallic clang rang out the castle's garden as he pulled the relic from its container

At first it was black as the night, a slender construct with no form and only perceivable to the imagination. But then light exploded forward, caking the area in a sphere of violent crimson energy

The ground shook

The heaven shook

If a star ever explodes, this would the best thing to compare it to. 

Blinding light burned through her retina even as the King covered her eyes. Like a blooming flower, crimson energy peeled away the fragile fabric of reality, layers after layers, until the World was revealed in its full glory. All the knowledge and power it possess, so far above human mind its center could only be described as an unending dream stared straight back at her

It was as though the genesis and apocalypse had arrived at the same time. Knowlege of both the beginning and the end torn apart the earth, the cosmic, and the heaven asunder. Fom beneath the crimson cloak, golden light pierced forward, showing the illumination of eternity laying uderneath

She suddenly understood. It was no mere blade

No, this thing before her is something much older. An existence whose origin could be called "ancient" compared to the gods that rule in the heaven. It's power stretched to absurdly long periods of time, some of which even with her omniscienct cannot be deciphered

Amidst it all, the man remain unfazed, hand tightening around the blade's handle as powerful zephyr whipped by his face.

The hermit slightly flicked it to the side. Immediately, the energy dispersed. The wind died down, and the fabric of reality stood still under the command of a single human

No

He is not just one man. He is many. He is all. He is everything that exists in between and beyond. He exists below, above, inside, outside, the very definition of omnipresence. This man's true nature is...so alien it's incomprehensible

Now she gets it

This isn't someone who's trying to deceive the people around them. He dress averagely, as any other available forms would be so beyond the human mind they'd have failed to notice his presence or go mad trying to do so. The hermit is an existence lying outside the boundary of even Gods themselves

The sword by his side revealed the Truth for only one second. Yet, during that one second, she got a glimpse at what laid beneath that mortal structure of bones and flesh. 

She stared past the facade of normalcy he so eagerly displayed, through the veil of foreign presence clinging to his presence, and into the covered existence that is the Hermit before her

What she saw there elicit a rare emotion from the King.  

Confusion...then terror. 

A sense of primal terror that eats away at her soul and left her body shaken to its core. A fear that transcends above one's instinct, resonating within their existence like a nightmare on a starless night, where children of the dark dwells, and the night shrouded in pure blackness of the frightful veils behind the cosmos

Fear is the oldest and most powerful emotion of mankind

And what man fears the most, is of the unknown. The unexplored, the unexpected, the thing that is hidden and the changeless thing that lurks behind superficial mutability

A kind of emotion that reminds one of their insignificance in this world. That the knowledge they possess are so minimal in size they might as well be vain bacterias learning how to live, wading idiotically through the limitless sea of spectral planes at the basest level of actuality with their five feeble senses

Their eyes are yet to open. Just as gods had ruled over human with contemptuous ease, the being before her are so vast in cosmic presence whatever sacred words used to describe him would only be a blatant degradation of the highest order

There is no hostility

There is no malevolence

Only a boundless infinity, undying, unresting, eternal. The embodiment of all that was, and will ever be, spindling the webs of fate like a trivial toy in the hands of Eldritch nightmares

(After witnessing this, is Gilgamesh qualified to be a Foreigner? Possible prompt)

The revelation burned into her optic frames. Each frames of that horrible things lurking behind the frame of a mortal man fractured her mind, sending the King's sanity down toward and endless abyss of blackness and unseen terror, where lies death in its eternal slumber and others of such repulsive nature even the World repelled them. 

After all, human has been arrogant in nature, constantly seeking to defy the common sense. And so when one stared down the black void of undimensioned, it is best to be prepared to have their eyes opened 

At least, that would have been the case if someone hadn't placed a hand on her shoulder with a big grin on his face

"This is Ea" The hermit extended it forward by the handle. He was once again smiling that serene smile of his. For a moment he almost look like a normal human. Almost

Numbly, as if moving by her own accord, she accepted it

The Divine Construct pulsed an ominous red, seemingly judging its new owner's soul for their worthiness, a fact that made her heartbeat strayed. Yet still she held on to it. She is the King, and she bow to no one

Gilgamesh's mind blanked as her grip on the blade tightened. She was enthralled by its beauty. Its golden sheen and the sense of power it brings litting up like a beacon in the darkness for her

Enuma Elish, something whispered to her its name. A name so fitting to the blade that was already there from the beginning of the world

Perhaps finding something satisfactory in her, the sword dimmed a moment later

"She may be an old weapon, but do be sure to treat her well" Looking toward the horizon, he smiled. His smile reminded the King of a person who just got rid of something troublesome, and is mentally celebrating about it

"You...you're not a normal hermit are you?"

"Yeah, I'm not just normal. I'm average"

The urge to punch the hermit comes back, even stronger than before

That is one off the first memories she had of him. Unknown to Gilgamesh and the man, that same meeting would be the start of a timeless epic recorded in the canal of history. A golden tale that was there before all

And it is through that history, they would meet again thousands of years later

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Japan, 1994

The day market of Fuyuki city is more crowded than the Servant had anticipated. People bustled in and out, grabbing whatever products on sale they can get their hands on as they fought each other for the supreme domination of the pecking order. 

Couples arguing over what restarants to eat, ensnaring around each other in a deadlock. A bunch of old ladies clawing at each other's face for the discount of a beauty product. A father and his son locked in a fistfight with each other because the child wants a PS5, but he himself wants the classic Game Boy 

War...war never changes. Whether it be on the battlefield or at the supermarket, human nature never turned for the better. Selfish, greedy, black-hearted. They would tear their friend's heart out in exchange for the convenience of a warm blanket. 

For all intent...he did not expect this to be Black Friday. As such, there are many people who are here to shop

On on hand, that means they won't encounter any hostile Servants here, unless their opponent happens to be someone who are confident in facing two of them by themselves, which is extremely unlikely considering the ones who can have already been neutralized

On the other....

"For fuck's sake. Don't tell me you just tapped that woman's ass while in Astral form"

His loud voice echoed, their sound lost in the cacaphony of noises surrounding them. 

"AhHHHhhhhHHHhhhhh?"

"She's right next to her husband. I almost got punched because you can't control your libido around them!"

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"

"Yes I know, Lancelot. Your legend before the fall of Camelot as a man who chases bewedded women are quite profound" Assassin waved his hand "But you're a Berserker, not a Saber. So maybe instead of penetrating them with your Aarondight Overload, you can channel all that lust into something more productive? Rage in battle, perhaps?"

"Arthuuuuur?"

"Yes, like Arthur"

"PENETRATE ARTUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRR"

The other Servant pinched his nose

It almost feels like just talking to Lancelot is enough to lower one's IQ by seveal digits. He idly wondered if the black clad Servant is as infuriating as he was without Madness Enhancement imbued in his class

Wait, he manipulated the knight using a command seal to subdue Zouken. That successfully boosted his Madness Enhancement to rank B. While it doesn't necessarily tie to intelligence, madness has a tendency to affect the way people perceive things around them, just as it did that little girl with the weird key hole on her forehead

So, assuming the two events are connected, does that mean Berserker turning out this way is because of him?

Well. Fuck

"Umm..."

His eyes snapped open as Assassin gazed down. Below him, Sakura looked, her expression set in hesitation

"Yes, Sakura?" He smiled. Briefly, a feeling of guilt surfaced within

There's been so much shit going on around them for the last two days that he's barely been able to pay proper attention to the little girl. Aside form the accommodations they provided and some food, they had been entirely neglecting her

Well, it's mostly him that neglects her

Lancelot is Lancelot. It'll be a perfectly average day on this Earth before someone like him could raise a child properly. At least, that's the impression he had of him

He fidgeted. Fuck. What's the last time he'd have to deal with children? Easily a long time ago. Hundreds of millions of years, perhaps, or even longer than that

He himself raised so many children he'd nearly forgotten all of them. Now their faces are but blurs within his mind. Maybe if he was summoned as a Caster, Archer or Rider remembering them won't be a problem, but, he is Assassin. Eldetic memory wasn't an asset within his Servant class

A phantom of the kill. He is the shadow of death that loom over the World. His skill is to erase, eliminate, and kill anything defying the natural cycle of death. Not...not to take care of a child. A living organism who'd barely started their life cycle has nothing to do with a person created to end them

"Are you hungry?" Assassin asked

She shook her head

"Uh...do you want to pee?"

Another shake of the head. He took a deep breath

"Do you want to go on a journey to discover the meaning of life, conveniently finding a random statue that saved you from falling as your lord and savior, pray for blesings and protection, kill your brother who is studying abroad for later convenience, burn your family estate and inherit their fortune, invest said fortune to the weakend house El-Melloi in exchange for future favor in your plans, convinve priest Kirei to betray your father and choke your mother to death, release the black Grails that burned half of Fuyuki to cinders along with the Masters and Servants inside it, get some rest for a while until the Fifth Holy Grail War, meet a red-haired teenager doing high jumps in that amount of time, get acquaintanced with said red-haired teenager, meeting your sister, then lay an elaborate plan to get said sister to be interested in the red-haired teenager so you could break her heart through NTR, get laid with said teenager, break her heart a second time, have your sister perform the Servant summoning ritual to get said future version of your redhead teenager friend, convinve them to kill each other and pave the way for a series of internal conflict that would lead to their character growth, all the while play the damsel in distress as you and your Servant moved behind the scene, have them gang up on the other participants in a subsequent chain of events that led to you obtaining the power of the Black Grail, then take the rest of the corrupted Grail to start it's dismantling, as a reward get accepted into the Clocktower along with your sister and her boyfriend as planned, which is also non-coincidentally the redhaired teenager, made advancements through your research of Illusory parallels and get accepted as a Head Department, then later through string-pulling of the Tohsaka and El-melloi houses got promoted into the Clocktower's Grand member. The arrangements have been made, thus starting the first path of your goal, killing your sister and replicate her Magecraft research on parallel energy conversion, poison and turns the redhead boyfriend into a projecting wand to start Tracing the Noble Phantasms, flawlessly executing a scheme for gaining power and upsurping the Clock Tower's director from which lead to you initiating a split between the Mage's association. From there you seize control of 40% of the Magus family line across the country, manipulating Darnic Prestone of house Yggdamilla to steal the shattered remnants of the Grail to initiate an Apocrypha situation between the two families in an effort to win over the Grail and give you one free wish free of any consequences. The ritual was powered with the help of Rin Tohsaka's research on alternate Mana source of trans-dimensional externality, by doing so having an alternative version of your red haired friend sprung up and fourteen Servants plus one wrecking havoc across the Holy Land, from the runes of which you use to start a second step of your insidious plan that involved you taking control over the Moon Cell and create your Alter Ego BB to serve as your duplicate. This is when you intends to start off the Aylesbury ritual powered through both the Grail's power and the Moon Cell's, sucking the Earth dry of its mana to attain the immortality your grandfather had always wished for. The Dark Six was summoned to a magic glyph designed to absorb all peoperties inside as you consumed all their blood and ascended to a higher being. This enable you to expend the enormous amount of mana to open a rift through the Greater Grail, then reach the World and attain the Third Magic. You use BB as a scapegoat for the Counterforce while erasing your presence from the rest of the World, left to finally have a taste of eternity. An eternity to which you are left to contemplate the course of your actions. So you researched the remains of the Second Magic Kaleidoscope in your sister's note. Do you believe such things are necessary? There are no regrets left, only the hollow feeling of disappointment as you lay there on a mountain of human corpses and thinking about the paths that could have been. Most likely it could have gone different and even better. Yet you doubt that, because you know just waiting and despairing won't do you any good. But deep down you also know your current fate is not that better. You have what your father, grandfather, as well as every single Magus on this world would have wanted. You have the Third Magic, the power to reach infinite levels of Mana fuel to conduct whatever spells you want, the timelessness needded to reach the End of the World and make contact with Akasha, and all the peace in the planet to sink yourself into. As the emptiness finally caught up to you, you realize just how meaningless all of it were, so you snapped your finger. You want to end your existence, to start everything against Fate. But you can't, time waits for no one because it always move forward. Except it did, and Zelretch appeared in front of you, telling you that he will give you the Second Magic in exchange for doing something for him. Is that right?"

There was a pause. Then she shook her head

Ah. So this is not one of those timelines that bastard Thienlibra thought of. Good to know

The Servant knelt down to her level, trying to make eye contact with the little girl who's actively avoiding his gaze,  a fact that he frowns upon

Does Sakura...hate him?

On one hand, he did broke her out of the Matou household and away from that abomination Zouken. But on the other hand, she'd sustained from trauma from the old man to be wary of strangers who showed interests in her. And technically, he broke into her household, killed her tormentor, and instead of bringing her back to her family, took her with him along with a mad knight as company

But, since the only explanation he provided for her is for the girl to be a decoy Master to him, that effectively made him a douchebag who broke into people's house, burn them down, and had his friend raped the property's owner while livestreaming it to other participants of the War, and...he kidnapped a child

It is with great dread that Assassin realized he'd kidnapped a child

"No no no no no" He palmed his face "Listen, before you'd make any judgement, just know that I'm sorry for doing all that stuff the nights before. It's for your own good. Really, it is. I'm just trying to help you. That includes whatever you thought I did out of needless cruelty was just my way to ensure nothing remains. Dealing with immortals requires extra caution, you know?"

He stopped

"Except for that thing with the old man. You have to admit watching Lancelot's black metal thingy penetrating into a mass of worms is funny as hell"

The little girl tilted her head at him as the Servant ranted on. Confusion marred her face as she tried to comprehend what Lord Satan is talking about

"Excuse my ignorant for what you are discussing, my lord Assassin" She bowed "W-well, I was just having some stray thoughts about my purpose here, and I missed what you were talking about"

"Oh really" Assasin calmed down "What were you thinking about exactly?"

"You mentioned using me as a substitute to your Master. But for me to do that, we must maintain a stable input of Mana, which you were siphoning from them as of this moment" The girl hummed "As you did not use your Noble Phantasm to Saber or her Master, it is likely you want to conserve your energy for some reason. My guess being you did not want to burden them - or that you did not want them to notice"

Sakura's eyes locked with Assassin's

"I can act as a Mana battery" She amitted "For my lord Assassin and Berserker-san, I would be willing to sacrifice my meager mana pool. That is the least I could do after you're rescued me from that hell hole"

He gazed at her. Normally the Servant would be exasperated with the familiar display of courteousness from the girl, but this time something caught his attention

"Um...you say you want to give us your Mana"

"That's what I said, yes"

"...Do you know how to do a traditional Mana transfer, Sakura?"

"..."

"..."

"How do you do Mana transfer?"

"That's what I thought" He rubbed his face "Fuck me"

"Do you mean I have to fuck you?"

"NO! Well, I mean from a technical point yes- but still, no" He trailed off, before frowning at the girl "You seems pretty nonplussed about this"

"I'm sorry. Was I supposed to?"

Oh, yeah. The worm chamber

She is Sakura Matou. As someone who's been subjected to mind rape, forced to have her pleasure nerves fried many times over, an adult wanting to engage in sex couldn't be considered less appropriate than normal interactions in her eyes

Why? In a magical society where it is everyday business for Magus to distort their body to achieve contact with the omniscient Root, intercourse is considered the least worrying matters as rituals involving them does not leave any permanent consequence to their body. That also means he will have a hard time hammering this fact into the girl's head

Sakura blinked, looking up at him with that same clueless look on her face

Assassin suppressed a sigh. Right, you can't just tell a child something is wrong and expect them to listen.Maybe it'd be betterr if the Servant provide her with an actual explanation instead

"I assume you already have a basic grasp of what sex means" He clicked his tongue at her nod, confirming his suspicion "Fundamentally there's a lot of other factors contributing to the efficiency of such a procedure, even if not accounting for a moral point of view. Making out may be one of the more commonly used method, but there are more pleasant, and less traumatizing, alternatives. Personally I won't resort to that" 

"Why?"

"There's this misconception between newbie Magus that both party's sexual fluid works as a conductor through which energy are channeled between the link's two extremities. The truth is that an entire system was devised in dedication to the process, making it a lot simpler than supposed to be. At the same time, more complicated"

Assassin took out his teaching glasses and put them on

"To start with, instead of overgoing a process of affinity conversion, Mana are pumped directly into one's body, making it extremely volatile and requires real skills to pull off. Many Magus died because they lack the experience to pull this technique off" He lectured "The method of initiation is straightforward, but the procedure requires a complex series of maneuvers to minimize botching the ritual, so tradition's a no go unless we want to get you killed.

She raised her hand

"Yes, ask away"

"But you said there exists alternatives of he safest way to transfer one's Mana. What would that be, and how would they compare to the traditional approach?"

Assassin hummed. He made an injecting motion with his hand, index and middle finger spread out while the thumb push in the direction of his other limb

Sakura squinted her eyes, before a light bulb went off on top of her head

"Magus provides Mana through medical syringe?"

"Exactly. Though it can be mentally taxing, it's at least the better choice than sex" He coughed "You can buy them for a cheap price from the Clock Tower. There's also the powdered Mana, a concotion which you can consumes through your nasal passage to gain that much needed boost for magical energy"

People snorts powdered Mana all the time

Really, they do. Cops just can't tell the difference because appearance wise they are the same as Cocaine. As a result many igorant Magus were arrested for the deed before. One Pablo Escobar even got killed for it

"So what is so unsafe about Mana transfer through sex?" For a moment genuine curiosity danced within her eyes. Sakura forced those feelings away "I'm asking for educational purpose"

No no. Ask as much as you want. That's the mark of a true student in making

"Mana through intercourse is like flooding a room with water in hope of finding a leak. Once the leak has been discovered did you start the transfer protocol. Just imagine it like a game of find and seek with a time limit, wherever failure can lead to unintended consequences" He scratched his chin "They can be disastrous. Take your partner for example. Sex with AIDS infected may lead to damaged nerves, which will be quite harmful to long term Magecraft practices. Other examples includes the ones with explosive semen-"

"Explosive semen?"

"- Male sperm with chemical properties prone to combustion when making contact with any other kind of alien fluids. It's a magical disease, you know, like a Succubus's carnivorous womb, or an..uh...an average guy's genital that could make any female reach orgasm in one thrust"

Assassin stopped

"Are there any other questions that will not make me uncomfortable left?"

"No, Lord Assassin. Your lesson has been...most useful"

"Good. Then I hope you will abandon the thought of making yourself "useful" to me" His tone was dry "What kind of Herioc Spirits would we be if we accept compensation from a child because we did what was right?"

"But if you don't need to use me, that means I am a burden"

"No, Sakura. That just means I'm not going to be caught by the FBI" He placed a hand on her shoulder "Don't assume your worth based on what you can do for people. Do it based on what you can do to yourself"

"I'm sorry. There's nothing I can do" She looked down, avoiding their gaze. "All my life, I was always the unnecessary one. I will only  be a deadweight to you"

"And I have yet to find someone who care about that" He waved his hand "Stop sulking and get up"

When the girl didn't respond, he narrowed his eyes 

"You want to be useful? Fine. Berserker possess innate talent with weaponry due to his Noble Phantasm. Starts learning some combat from him.  In the mean time I'll use my knowledge of Magecraft to assist your magic education in whatever ways I could" He gritted out "Listen here and listen well, you are not weak"

"I...am..not weak?"

"Never has been. You are Sakura Tohsaka. You are born into a line of wealthy Magus with exceptional talent nobody bothered to recognize. When it comes to certain fields of study, your potential can eclipse that of your sister's. But that is not why I want to bring you along" He stated calmly "Now get up before I bring out my sandals"

With a tug of his hand, the little girl easily got her feet. She gazed up, meeting his emotionless stare

Assassin's eyes bore into hers "I wasn't lying when I said I don't care who you are. Just...never think of yourself as worthless. I've met people like you in the past. The moment you think of yourself as something lesser, you already assigned yourself to a lesser fate"

His gaze softened

"Even the greatest heroes have their own hubris. The only difference is that they chose to make a path for themselves instead of allowing Fate to dictate it. You can be the same, all you have to do when the time comes...is choose"

As the Servant's hand went down and ruffle her hair, she felt something in her eyes stung. It was a strange feeling. It's sad and cold, but at the same time pleasant and warm

Satan's hand brought a comfort to the young girl. His voice is so firm, so gentle. The way it enveloped her, Sakura felt as if she was being embraced by a father...a real father. A father who won't abandon her. A father who won't neglect her

A part of her couldn't help but laugh at the irony in her situation. When she was trapped under that dreadful chamber, when it seems as though all manners of hope have been lost, it was the Devil who came to her rescue

People call him evil? Then God must be a diabolic montrosity in their eyes

Why?

An ugly lump formed in her throat.

Why couldn't she meet him sooner? Had he simply rescued her to be a tool like grandfather did? And so she set out to ask him just that. Turns out Assassin never saw her as anything but a normal human. When he looked at her, it is not at her Mana reserve and the potential they have, but instead a girl who is in need of helping

And so, without hesitation he extend a hand. Irregardless of her miserable self, the Servant of the shadow willingly went down to that cursed basement. When was the last time someone showed that amount of compassion to her? Not since her mother, not since her sister, especially not since...not since- 

The emotional dam soon reached their breaking point

She tried to hold it back. But a lone tear fell down to the ground

Assassin's eyes widened

Though the Servant is a good fighter, the man behind his legend is hopeless when it comes to consoling children. Even when he's the one who bring smile to his children, Understandably, he freaked out

"H-hey. Please tell me it's just dust in your eyes"

Droplets of water slid down from her eyelids, before more fell to the ground. Sakura hiccupped

"Ah...ah...WAHHHHHH!"

Both Lancelot and he covered their ears. Already he could feel passserbys giving me dirty looks from behind, some even made rude gesture toward him for making a child cry.  Don't these people have anything better to do?

He just made a child cry. Without even throwing threats or bringing out his weapons, he made a child cry...in less than one hour.

This...is a personal record for him, as much an asshole as that made him sounds like

"Black metal guy, what do you do when your child starts crying?"

"Ahhh Galahad? AHHHhhHhhHhH"

"WAHHHHHHHHHH" Sakura cried

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" Lancelot yelled back

"WWAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" Seeing him yell only made her cry louder

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" Seeing her cry harder, he accepted the challenge with vigor

If possible, the passerby's are now staring at me with murder in their eyes

Fuck this

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Just finished briefing the plot of Madoka last night. Since it was written by the same author as Fate/Zero I thought it would be brutal, dark, and traumatizing

The show did not disappoint

Then there's Homura. She's a depressed gun user traumatized by teh horrors of war, with time-related power and a passion for justice. Sounds familiar?