Everywhere she went, everywhere she looked, there were faces from her past and present all around. People she once knew, and people she now knew, also walked these white halls around her, passing by, giving faint signs of acknowledgment to her as they passed each other by.
Such was the fate of a Servant, Artoria mused.
Though she would admit, that a rather particular individual had shown up... She felt in her Graph that she didn’t have an especially personal relationship with him, or even much a relationship in the first place, and yet here she was... Seeking him out.
She didn’t know why she felt this compulsion that pulled her towards him.
Perhaps it was her Graphs way of connecting with her many pasts, with those it considered important or relevant. But it wasn’t in her nature to question such, rather to accept the guidance that came from within. Perhaps it was because of the stories of the second Fuyuki singularity, the one that had reunited her with Irisviel once more, something that she was eternally grateful to the man for.
Perhaps she wanted to thank him for what he did...
🍷 She wasn’t one to object she had seen nothing but constant moving from the older male sense she gotten here. This was the first time to see him in an idling or even a resting position that she thought at first he might have been frozen to the spot with exhaustion. The way his hands clicked over the controller however didn’t say such a thing, it seemed in ‘rest’ he worked far harder then he needed.
The young magus however parked herself beside him and craned her neck to watch. Her hues watching the lights and actions upon the screen capturing her like a cat with a laser pointer dot.
“Is it really relaxation if you’re pushing yourself that hard.....you’re ‘frown’ browline will only get worse.” She spoke braking the silence again, “what’s this games deal anyways?” 🍷
Hatred. What an powerful emotion it was, able to twist those who held it to act in despicable ways. A smothering feeling what would eat away at her, what would lead her to ruin, yet she had no mind for it. Oblivious was what she sought, and if she were swallowed in the end dragging this country down with herself it was. She accepted her fate.
“---Heed my words. My will creates your body, your sword creates my destiny. If you heed the Grail’s call, and obey my will and reason then answer me. I hereby swear, that I will defeat all in the world.”
So she would chant. To raise an army. An army that would act out and deliver punishment. Soldiers that would spread catastrophe in her name.
“But let thine eyes be clouded by the fog of turmoil and chaos. Thou art trapped in a cage of madness, and I am summoner who holds thine chain---”
“Seventh Heaven clad in the great words of power! Come forth from the circle of binding, Guardian of the Scales---!”
An offering of 5 servants was granted. Those who would act as her generals. Her puppets, pawns for her to sacrifice.
“I have summoned you for one reason. Destruction and slaughter. Those will be your orders. If there is a city celebrating, destroy it. If there is a town in peace, devastate it. Kill anyone on your path. No matter the gender. No matter the age. No matter the religion. Wipe out this entire country. This mistake that is France. Reduce it’s fruitful lands to bare wasteland---”
Hatred... It was what clouded her mind. What lead her on to this decision. What she was made of. For their betrayal she would make them atone with their lives as she lost her own for them.
“That is the only order I will give you as your master. And to that end. All of you shall be given the attributes of a Berserker. You may be a hero, or a saint, but under my rule all you shall dance with your broken souls.”
“Berserk Saber. Chevalier D’eon.”
“Berserk Archer. Atalanta.”
“Berserk Lancer. Vlad the Third.”
“Berserk Rider. Saint Martha.”
“Berserk Caster. Gilles de Rais.”
“Berserk Assassin. Carmilla.”
“And him, whom I summoned instead of a Berserker, and myself. Ruler. I shall pass down judgement on this world, humanity, for they have failed. Therefor they are all guilty and we shall kill them as punishment. I will not tolerate a single soul escaping.”
A war driven by one with such strong hatred. She would force her way and act in revenge. Her death would be answered for and the dept would be we payed. There would be no other way she would have it.
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