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The End Of A Beast

@grievouslyxorvia this is the angst I was talking about! Have fun reading!

@panyum

Warning: Mention of blood and pain.

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"Mordred."

"Riie."

Both of them, master and servant, stood in front of the stairs that lead to the big temple. The others were already there, it was only the two of them now. A smile grazed the face of the twisted red hood. Her beloved axe was resting on her right shoulder, her right hand holding the handle so it didn't fall to the ground. The axe, just like it's user, was covered in blood. Six wolfs made of blood were defeating the last beasts of the wave. The hands of her master were also covered in blood. Not even a few minutes ago, she was tearing through enemies with her sharp claws. Even her mouth wasn't saved from the blood. But that didn't surprise the Lancer. After all, Mordred did bite huge chunks out of those black beasts. Said woman opened her mouth to say something, but Riie was faster.

"They need you."

"You also need me."

A giggle escaped the gingers lips as she lifted her weapon and let the blade fall onto the ground.

"Nee~ MorMor-chan! Wipe that frown off of your face! It doesn't suit you!"

The bubbly nature of the twisted servant may seem to irritate others, especially in a situation like this, but the dragon woman was already used to it. A sigh escaped her lips before she looked back to the wolfs.

"We both know what happens when  I leave you alone."

"Yes, but I can buy you more time. YOU need to get to the tree or everything we've worked on will be for nothing."

The smile was replaced with a maniac like grin. The wolfs finished their job and we're slowly coming closer towards the two woman. Mordred turned around while mumbling a very unsatisfied "fine". But she was stopped after two steps.

"Hey, MorMor-chan? Do you mind sacrificing a command spell?"

A quiet click could be heard behind her. The gray haired woman quickly turned around, only to see Riie standing there, her mask in her hand and her hood lowered. A pained smile grazed her lips, silent tears were streaming down her cheeks. Her jaw was clenched, it was obvious that she was scared.

"I'm still too scared to use it on my own."

She didn't expect this. Riie mentioned that she never takes of her mask and rarely lowers her hood. She did both just now.

But she had to focus now. The master reached out her hand towards the Lancer, the red pattern on her right hand began to glow.

"It's was an honor to fight alongside you, Master. I'll never forget our time together, Mordred Williams."

"Lancer, by my command spells, I command you to use your Noble Phantasm!"

A pained scream tore through the air. The wolfs around Riie turned into thorn of blood, impaling Riie and slowly taking over her body. But before that, she spoke the words she feared the most.

"You betrayed me, forced me into this form. It's your fault, only your fault. So come, let's suffer together!"

"Painless Beast!"

While running up the stairs, Mordred could her the deafening scream of a wolf like beast.

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Not The End

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They're... gone.

Just gone. Killed by this demon.

They sacrificed themself to safe her.

But... what's the difference?

Why should she continue this torture, when they're gone?

First those two, then in the end the Servants. Tamamo Cat, Astolfo, Charlie and Lobo. They're all going to disappear.

Did... did we lose?

Was it all for nothing?

No.

That's not the end.

This is not how I'm gonna die!

We've traveled through time and fought hard battles.

It can't be, it wasn't for nothing!

I-!... no. WE won't lose!

A strangled sigh escaped her lips as she pulled herself up on her staff. The blue flame inside the two rotating rings burned bright and illuminated her face in a light blue. Her eyes burned with the same blue rage as her fire.

Even if she was heavily injured, even if it could kill her, she won't stop.

She won't lose.

This is for them.

For Mash.

For Romani.

For... Her. For Mordy.

She leaned forward and took a deep breath, before she screamed and filed the air with rage:

"Goetia!"

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Lost

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She lost so many people. Everyone she ever loved. As a friend, a parental figure. Or even as a lover.

It’s true, she met her again, and Mash is still alive, but that doesn’t change the fact that they died at some point. And when everything is over, she’ll be alone again. She won’t see her family again, the mage association probably won’t allow it. Even if she’s a normal mage again, even if Giselle went back to the throne, they’ll keep her hidden. Because she survived that project? She doesn’t know. She doesn’t want to know.

What does she know anyway?

She found out about her mage heritage when she turned 15, now she’s 19.

She thought that the project will only be a funny little game. She didn’t knew it was going to end with 48 deaths and one survivor.

She didn’t know that she’ll lose them. The one who always cared for her in those 4 years. The one who sacrificed himself to help her defeat that demon.

And the one who always made her laugh. They helped her with everything she didn’t understand about magic. They helped her defeat the Knights.

But there is one thing she knows for sure.

She loves him.

But she can’t tell him. After everything is over, he’ll leave like everyone else.

He’s a Heroic Spirit, a hero from the past, a king.

And she’s just a normal girl, who will live for a few millenniums and then die without being remembered.

Stars, it sounds just like some cliche fantasy story.

But unlike those, this one can’t find a happy end.

He doesn’t love her, he shouldn’t love her. It’ll just break her all over again in the end.

But… that doesn’t mean she can’t be his friend and admire him from afar.

Her blue eyes linger on the king of the Franks while he talks to one of his paladins. But by doing this, she completely forgets the Servant in front of her.

“Sammy, hey! Earth to master, are you still alive?”

Her focus switched back to her partner and she let out a startled squeal.

Oh no, she forgot what the Rider talked about. Dammit!

“Y-yeah, sorry, I got a bit lost there. Could you repeat that please?”

It’s probably the best if she stays silent about her feelings.

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I guess that's what happens when I get bored and have an idea for something. And I know that it's probably pretty confusing for most/some people. Mainly because only two characters are mentioned by name.

Anyway, that's everything I have to say today.

Have a nice day/night!

@grievouslyxorvia

@panyum

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The Final Saber and his Master

@grievouslyxorvia yeh asked for more angst and yeh shall receive!

@panyum

Warning: This story contains blood and death!

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Heavy breathing could be heard on the clearing. A young woman leaned against a rock, an arrow stuck in her chest, just beside her heart. The Final Archer managed to hit her, but it was alright. She knew she wouldn't come out of this alive. It took her the rest of her strength and a bit luck, but she was able to retreat deeper into the forest. She didn't want Sammy to see her. It'll only break her more. The wind blew through the crowns of the trees, making the leafs sing a relaxing but also sad song.

Blood was leaking out of the wound and colored her grey sweater a dark red.

But this blood wasn't real.

The wind wasn't real either.

Nothing was real inside this place, beside the fact, that she's going to die in a few minutes. At least she helped defeating the Final Archer.

Quiet steps could be heared coming nearer and a childish voice echoed through the forest.

"Master! Master! We did it! The Archer disappeared. In a blue dustcloud. Just pu-... Ma... ster?"

A young boy appeared at the edge of the clearing. His blue eyes showing clear confusion. He didn't seem to understand what's going on. For him, his master was leaning against a rock, with a arrow stuck in her chest and something red soaking her clothes. He didn't understand why she looked so tired. What was wrong? Does it have to do with that red liquid?

At the sight of the young boy, a small smile found its way onto Mordred's face. She reached out her hand to him, as a sign for him to come closer. He did exactly that, without any hesitation. With quick steps he come closer to her and let himself drop to the floor, so he was siting in front of her now. The hand she reached out rested on his cheek now, wiping away a single tear that was rolling down his cheek.

This single tear turned into two, then three, then four. And without himself really realising it, he started crying.

Why was he crying?

Master is going to be ok!

She will stay by his side, like a big sister!

... right?

He tried to say something, anything, but nothing could come out. He could only open his mouth, but his voice didn't work.

The smile turned from a happy and melancholy one to a sad one. With a few struggles and a painful hiss, she was able to pull the little Saber into a hug.

"We two are going to disappear soon, just like Archer and their Master."

A few seconds of silence followed, before the Little Prince's throw his armes around her and cried. He didn't even tried to be quiet, and Mordred couldn't blame him. He even screamed at one point, followed by loud sobs. His Master just pulled him closer to her.

A silent tear rolled down her face.

But before it could hit the grass, both of them, Master and Servant were gone.

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New Awakening

Ok, this was supposed to be angsty. But my fluffy butt turned this into chaos. Sooooo, enjoy the chaos!

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What was going on?

She wasn't supposed to feel anything.

Her light was extinguished, her soul faded away.

So why could she feel anything?

Why could she think?

Why was she here?

It didn't matter where she was.

She only knew one thing for sure.

She wasn't dead.

But what happened?

The arrow hit her and she definitely felt the shock of the simulation.

But if she isn't dead, then maybe, just maybe, could she see them again?

Was she allowed to have hope?

To be happy? Even if only for a little while?

Slowly, she could feel something. It felt strange. What was that? It was familiar, but she couldn't say what it was.

"It's the sun on your skin."

The sun on her skin... now she remembers. Wait, who was that?!

Laughter echoed around her. But it sounded different than the voice from before. The other voice, the one who talked to her instead of laughing, sounded like a little boy. A little boy?

Ah, yes.

The Little Prince.

Why could she hear him?

"Because you summoned us. Because you are alive."

Alive?

Was she really alive?

It felt so unreal, it should be unreal.

She died! She clearly, and painfully, died!

A blinding light greeted her. Was that the sun? Probably.

"It's been a while."

The voice came from her right. Carefully, she turned her head in said direction.

It was strange.

The motion felt so familiar, yet, so, so difficult.

But there he was.

Siting there, like it was nothing special.

Beside the beautiful blue of his clothing, green also entered her vision.

So she was laying in grass, good to know.

The young boy looked down at her, a hint of a smile present on his face.

This was also strange. The two only knew each other for a short amount of time, so why felt that smile so important?

"Hey! Princy! Don't just take all of her attention! I'm also here!"

Someone was also on her left. Said person leaned over the confused woman, successfully shielding her face from the sun. But that only resulted in the person looking like a blob of red and black.

"She just woke up, don't overwhelm her with your bubbly attitude!"

The Prince still didn't seem to like overly excited people. His usually monotone voice had a slightly hint of annoyance in it. The red and black blob just grumbled before she (?) turned her attention back at the woman.

"Glad to see your alright! We, mostly I, were concerned that our sleeping beauty would continue her little nap for a while. We still need to find shelter in this... seemingly peaceful place."

The little prince silently stood up, still being rather small compared to the two others.

"We both know that this place is dangerous. Even the air here is filled with way too much magic energie."

"Doesn't matter right now!"

The blob also stood up, but pulled the woman with her, successfully giving her a headache.

Ouch.

"You already know this killjoy over there, so let me introduce myself! Final Lancer, twisted red riding hood, preferred name is Riie. Let's work together, Mordred!"

The Lancer offered her hand to pull the still confused Mordred up. Well, this adventure is going to be one hell of a chaotic disaster.

Now standing on her still very wobbly legs, the woman looked at her surroundings. Of course, more green! Trees, grass, a few bushes and the blue sky. Looks like the fairy tale version of a boring clearing.

The two Servants were already a few feet away from her. It was time. To look for answers, a shelter and hopefully, a way to get back home.

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@panyum

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Cold

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Cold.

Cold.

Unbelievably cold.

So cold.

The white frozen flakes dance in the wind and fall to the ground to form a cold blanket.

It was hard to see far, even her own breathing was nearly invisible compared to this blizzard. It was so strong, so cold.

Blue eyes tried to make out what's outside the cave. She couldn't help anyways. So da Vinci send her out to keep guard. Avicebron was inside the big cave, working on his workshop. Mash was talking with da Vinci and Holmes. And Patxi was out hunting. She hoped that he'll return safely.

Her breathing came out in small white clouds, her body was shivering. Even with the big coat, even with her flames, it was always cold. Sometimes even her fingertips are blue, but when someone else touches her hands, they say that her body is unnaturally warm.

Did Giselle suffer through this cold?

Probably, it was what killed her after all.

A small blue flame started to flickered in her hands. It softly floated over her hands, illuminating them in a blue light.

Maybe, just maybe, it could warm her up.

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@grievouslyxorvia

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The Queen of Dragons

The lovely dream @grievouslyxorvia encouraged me to finish writing this little piece!

And I didn't tag the dream @panyum in my last few stories, because I wasn't sure if you wanted to be tagged while your on hiatus. But I saw that other people tagged you, so I thought it would be OK. If not, please tell me!

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It didn't take long for the blond girl to sneak out of the castle. Even though Riie and the Little Prince were walking through the corridors, they didn't notice her. Or did they? Probably. Even Riie's Bloodhounds were running around, making sure no one tries to attack the group. Sammy actually stumbled into one of them, but the blood wolf just stared at her for a few seconds and then proceeded to walk along the old carpet that was rolled out on the floor.

It was hard to stumble trough the bushes inside the forest, especially when some of them had thorns. But she somehow made it. It didn't even take her long to get to the meadow. The moon shone brightly onto the grass and illuminated the field in front of her. The silence was really relaxing, but it also made her quiet tense. Everything and everyone could attack her right now and even though she can defend herself, it didn't make this any less dangerous. But Sammy trusted her friend.

A growling could be heared from behind the master. She quickly turned around and saw a black beast rushing at her. Sammy was just about to summon her staff to set the beast on fire, but something rushed in from the sideline and collided with the beast before it could get to her. The beast and the other thing or person rolled over the field of grass and both of them stopped moving a few feet away from the girl. The beast disintegrated into black mist and the other person stood back up. Grey dragon wings emerged from the back of the person and two grayish horns stood tall on their head. Their hands and parts of their arms where replaced with claws and scales. Even a scaly tail rested on the grass. Most things on the person where gray, even their hair. But their eyes shone in a bright orange.

Even with the inhuman features, Sammy quickly recognised the person in front of her.

Mordred Williams.

The Crypter of this little Lostbelt.

A sigh escaped the lips of the young woman before she spoke:

"Well, this went different than planed."

Orange met blue, but neither of them said anything for a while. During that time, the dragon features on Mordred disappeared and she looked like herself again.

"Considering what you just saw, let me reintroduce myself."

The wind gently blew through the grass and made the scenery look a bit more like a dramatic cutscene from a fantasy movie. Even without explanation, Sammy already had an inkling of an idea what her friend was going to say.

"My name is Mordred Williams and my body acts as the embodiment of dragon myths. This makes me neither a Master nor a Crypter. I am the King, or rather Queen, of this Lostbelt."

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Nightmare

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Fire.

Blue fire.

It was everything she could see.

And screams. There were screams.

They sounded as if they were in agonising pain.

After a while, when her sight got a bit more focused, she was able to see more than the flames. There's a big room with many, many coffins, too much to count. And on the floor were... oh god.

Suddenly a wave of nausea hit her.

Why could she remember THAT so clearly?

In front of her laid a body. Many parts of it were burned and things like the clothing was still burning with those blue flames.

Loud steps could be heard over the fires hissing.

Someone started to shout something.

She couldn't understand it.

The shouting came nearer.

A man barged into the room, a fire extinguisher in his hands.

But he wasn't using it for the flames.

He looked at her, clear anger in his eyes.

He stomped over to her and it looked like he was going to attack her with the fire extinguisher.

The man raised the red object.

Just before he could attack her, the girl closed her eyes.

The only thing she could hear were her own scream and the hissing of the fire.

She woke up with a startled noise. Her breathing was heavy and tears formed in her eyes.

It was just a dream. Nothing more.

Just a nightmare.

That's what she was trying to tell herself.

But she had a hard time calming down.

Slowly she sat up in her bed and stared at the plushies in her room.

Her hands reached out to grab her bunny, maybe it could help to snuggle it a bit.

She grabbed the soft blue fur like material and pulled it towards her.

Some time passed and the tears stopped to fall. But sleep definitely wasn't an option anymore.

The blond girl hesitated for a second, but decided to get out of bed and walk around for a while. Nobody should notice her. After all, it's the middle of the night. Even if some people stayed up late, they should have fallen asleep by now.

The heroic spirits should also be asleep. Sure, they don't need to, but what else should they do? Sleeping is the best way for them to spend time when they can't really do anything else. The only one who could be awake is Lobo, but she doesn't want to think about him right now. It's for the best if she doesn't met him during the night.

It didn't take long for her to get into the kitchen of chaldea. Cat was baking cookies today, maybe she could steal some? Sammy put the bunny plushie on the counter and reached for a Jar. But before she could reach it-

"Still obsessed with cookies?"

The blond girl visibly flinched and quickly turned towards the voice. A pair of orange eyes stared at her. She couldn't see more of her because of the darkness of the room, but her eyes were enough for Sammy to know who was standing there.

"Do you have to scare me like that?"

Whispered she and reached for her bunny to pull it close to her. A chuckle could be heard from the young woman in front of her. But she didn't say anything. She just walked up to Sammy, retrieved the cookie jar and turned towards the smaller girl. Non of them said a single word when they left the kitchen to walk back into the Masters room.

Both of them sat in silence on Sammy's bed, with a blanket draped over them and the cookie jar between them. The woman looked at her, worry clearly showing in her eyes.

"Nightmare?"

Samira was silent for a while. Her eyes focused on the jar, before she looked up again. Blue stared into orange. Sammy hesitated before she spoke:

"Well, it was scary to see your corpse in that coffin, Mordred."

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The blue flames can't be extinguished with water. The match girl, or in this case Sammy, needs to calm down to let them dissappear.

Mordred isn't the Mordred from arthurian legends! The Mordred mentioned in this little story is just named after the Servant. I'm gonna tag her as "Mordred Williams", so it's easier to recognize who I'm writing about!

Mordred Williams died in the false light project, but she is still in Chaldea. Do you have any theories why?

And for the end, take some cute picrew art made with this https://picrew.me/image_maker/59568/complete?cd=5rFAKEBOmd

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