Note: A friend helped write some of this.
“This is the roar of my soul that was polished by hatred. LA GRONDEMENT DU HAINE!”
Hatred given form raged down the her blade, and annihilated the Shadows the Doctor had summoned for her.
Her breathing was hard and heavy, she’d been at this ever since her new ‘Master’ had stopped her quasi-rebellion of fake Servants, and inadvertently given herself enough of an existence that the Chaldea FATE system allowed her to be summoned as a true Servant.
“AGAIN!” She howled at whoever was still incharge of the simulator room.
She figured Dr Archaman had left four resets ago, but atleast someone had stayed behind for her.
She was intent on continuing until she had drained as much mana as she could from this new form.
She would either scatter into dust from a weak body being abused so heartlessly, or she would discover what her limits were.
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Brynhildr, the goddess of War, watched the latest servant ruin her body again and again, from her seat in the Simulation control room.
She watched the fury that was unleashed repeatedly, which while draining the dark Servants energy, still flared to live with such passionate hatred each time.
She’d taken over this task after stumbling upon Dr Romani sitting in the seat she now claimed, him muttering something about ‘I can’t leave until shes satisfied or she’ll kill me…”, and the Valkyrie had offer to take over, something about the dark servant enrapturing her.
After the eighth reset, she placed a call to Dr Da Vinci.
“Doctor, you need to come down to the Simulation room. Since its your meddling with the FATE system that brought her here, you should be the one to talk her down from ruining her Saint Graph permanently.”
A short time later, Leonardo Da Vinci entered the simulation control room and took note of the valkyrie before turning her attention to the rage in the simulation room. It was a couple seconds before the beautiful genius asked, “How many rounds has she gone?”
“Ten rounds under my control, not sure how many under Dr Romani’s. Her mana conversion rate is amazing, but given how shes technically newly formed, her spirit origin isn’t handling the abuse well.” The Valkyrie sighed, before locking her eyes on the Altered Maiden.
Da Vinci contemplated the Avenger. Formidable power and unstoppable rage. She turned to the other woman in the control room.
“Any thoughts on what you’ve seen?”
A grim smile darkened the Valkyrie’s face.
“Shes an impossible servant, born of a depraved man’s desired version of one of the holiest of saints that we are currently aware of. That inconsistency is tearing her apart.”
After a short pause, she added, “You might say she’s a literal manifestation of Imposter syndrome. Now you need to convince her she isn’t a fake, and that she is allowed to exist.”, the smile dropping from the grim look on her face before turning and briefly attempting to tower over Da Vinci
The Valkyrie then stormed off and out of the simulation command room, a rare sight for the normally serene and subdued Lancer.
Da Vinci turned back to the observation window and allowed a small sigh. Confronting an Alter was on a list of how to find death quickly. Still, she was a respected authority in Chaldea and she couldn’t run away from one of her charges. Leonardo pressed the button for the intercom.
“Avenger? Could I please speak with you?”
Jeanne, who had been focusing on the simulations she had been relentlessly incinerating for the past couple of hours, stopped mid attack and turned her frightening glare at in the direction of the command room.
“…..oh, its you. The fuck you want?”
“Would you like to practice battles with Ritsuka? Exercising your strength is well and good, but your Master will most likely be there, and you will need to account for them.”
A vibrant blush quickly spread across Jeanne’s face, before the roaring flames of a dragon enveloped her, hiding her form with its raging wrath.
“Or, I could take out the fool who enabled me to be summoned, and allowed this fake existence to exist in the first place.”
Jeanne d’Arc, the Dragon Witch of Vengeance, raised her dark blade and aimed it towards the command room.
“Ritsuka summoned you. Will you leave them alone when you share a bond the FATE system recognizes? What about their anger? What about their isolation? Who will they share that with?”
The flames faltered, then died out.
“…but why would Ritsuka even find worth in my false anger?” Jeanne whispered before slumping down to the floor, exhaustion finally claiming her before she passed out.
Foolish. It is because you are worth it, Da Vinci thought as she rushed to get help for the unconscious servant.
The instant the ‘In Use’ light switched off, Bryndhildr was already in the room, directing some of Chaldea’s staff bearing a stretcher.
“What did you say to her, Doctor?”
The genius ignored the chaotic instinct to give a joking answer. Instead she replied solemnly, “I asked her to think about what bond brought her here.”
A tired yet satisfied smile spread across the Valkyrie’s face.
“I can work with that. Don’t worry, Doctor, I should be able to convince her of her worth.”
She carefully traced the angle of Jeanne’s chin.
“She’s more worthy of being a Servant than she realizes.”