“You know, I was king of expecting more from ‘All the World’s Evils’……” Roman mused aloud, surprised by the ‘negative’ servant.
He was already a bit perplexed at how common summoning ‘darker’ servants seemed to be for Ritsuka.
King Arthur. The Child of Light. Musashibou Benkei. Boudica. Mata Hari.
All individuals who were exemplary of what Humanity should strive for.
But then there was Medea. Medusa. The tyrannical aspect of the King of Britain.
Perfect examples of what was wrong with humanity, if their stories were true.
“Its because of the Round Table!” the voice of his ‘partner’ coming from the workshop table nearby. Da Vinci had been hard at work fixing and fabricating as much as they could, to bring Chaldea back up to the minimum standards they expected.
“How so?”
The Knights of the Round Table were considered THE example of an Order of Knights, who were utterly devoted to their King and Country, something to aspire to be if you were of that inclination.
The Beautiful Genius raised their head from their current project, to look him in the eye.
“Mordred, for one. He was a Knight prior to betraying his father.”
Da Vinci then returned to work.
“Plus, Galahad’s Shield is meant to summon ALL Heroes. Even those who people consider evil have existences that inspire them and they aspire to. Hence that poor excuse of a man that was just summoned.”
“Ah, right. That makes sense. Then why did something as ‘weak’ get summoned? It just doesn’t make sense.”
He’d need to think on this.
‘All the World’s Evils’ should be the equivalent of a Divine Spirit, something that would be on par with a Beast.
Yet this……boy just seemed like a really dangerous human.
A crash sounded behind him, followed by some stomping that suspiciously sounded like it was heading in his direction, as Da Vinci suddenly hauled him to his feet.
“Look, you are only like this when you need a rest, so get some sleep so I can get us back into working order.”
They paused, before a cheeky smile appeared.
“Doctor’s Orders.”
Romani couldn’t help but smile tiredly.
“Fine fine, I’ll go nap. Just make sure to keep an eye on Ritsuka and the new Servants.”
He left before hearing the reply, glad that Da Vinci knew when to pull rank on him.
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Wow, I feel sorry for these pricks. I’m fucking useless to them. Angra Mainyu thought as he left the Summoning chamber.
He’d love nothing more than to sink his claws into the other Staff members, but considering what his last summoning had been like, he might as well take it easy in this one.
He started to follow some of the others who’d also been summoned, but stopped.
The more Hero inclined seemed to be heading towards the ‘rooms’ that had been mentioned, which immediately soured the idea for him.
Can’t really stand the hero types. Had enough of them for the time being.
He then started to follow some skull faced killers, before realizing he had lost them the second they rounded a corner.
Getting frustrated, he turned a saw a black-skinned demon of a man calmly walking away from everyone, so Angra raced to catch up.
“Hey, ‘sup?” The King of Daemons asked the mountain of a Servant, as he walked backwards to ensure he could walk and talk face to face.
The Servant stopped, gave him a once over, then kept walking, apparently uninterested.
“Fair enough, I can take a hint.” Angra stopped following the large man. He didn’t take it as an insult. Berserkers were just like that.
He began to wonder about, not quite sure where to go.
He couldn’t go outside, because that would annihilate everyone. Which, while sounding fun, would de-materialise him and return him to that cursed void, which didn’t sound appealing at the moment.
He kind of wanted a room, to atleast have the experience of owning a space. But too many Servants and humans around grated his nerves.
He began to head towards the cafeteria out of sheer boredom, before he caught scent of slaughter.
Now this is a smell I didn’t expect.
He began to hunt for the source.
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He hadn’t expected the Snake to be here. He was sure she would forever be entwined with the young lady who had briefly channeled the True Angra Mainyu, since that love was hard to break.
Yet here she was.
“OI, SNAKE!” Angra rushed towards the Rider servant pretending to ignore him.
Try as hard as she might, he’d always be able to follow her, since she reeked of blood, viserca, and what struck him as odd, cheery blossoms.
Being a Rider, she was inherently faster than him, and she knew it.
But his few skills were in hunting and persistence, so after an hour of this cat and mouse game, she finally relented and stopped.
“What?” she spat, obviously not wanting anything to do with him.
Which suited him fine. He could sense some of her Saint Graph. She was an eater of the Divine. He wasn’t gonna mess with her beyond this brief question.
“Been a while. Just wanted to know if you knew somewhere I could crash. Can’t stand the Heroes, so I was hoping you knew of a place.” He stated earnestly. Nothing was to be gained of pissing off this Serpent.
“……you know me?” the blindfold couldn’t hide the obvious confusion in her eyes.
Huh.
Maybe the Throne fucked with their memories?
“Uh, yeah. Or atleast a version of you. I know your an Anti-Hero like me.”
He paused, before raising his arms above his head, stretching them.
“So, do you know a place away from the Heroes?”
“…..av…..oo…….ne……..oria…..’ The now bewildered servant mumbled, apparently not expecting the situation and not knowing how to handle it.
Has the Serpent always been ……like this?
Maybe its because I still share the body of the bo–
“I’ll handle this one, Medusa.” a cold voice rang out as the Witch of Colchis stepped out from around a corner, ritual dagger in hand.
And in that moment his attention had shifted to the Anti-Hero Caster, the Rider was gone.
The witch lowered her dagger, sighing, after her Rider friend was safely away.
“Sucks to be you, but if you want a place to stay, you’ll either have to deal with living near the Heroic Spirits, or find a place where they aren’t likely to go.”
“Cool. Know where that is?”Angra kept an eye on her dagger. He didn’t have Bazett to guard him against Nobel Phantasm’s anymore, and he knew enough to know that the Witch’s dagger messed with magecraft and could possibly make his Noble Phantasm malfunction.
And considering how it requires me to take the pain I’m gonna dish back, don’t want that messing up.
“I do, actually. You have two options. Brave the gateway and the Lion that claimed that area, or find someplace in the abandoned lower area.” the witch disapparated her blade, finally realizing he wasn’t the threat she originally thought he was.
“I’d recommend the latter. Heracles isn’t worth your time, and the only ones likely to go down there are gonna be more of your ilk.”
She turned to leave, apparently having said what she wanted.
“Thanks for the tip.”
He paused, before asking, in an uncharacteristically quiet tone, “……do you remember me?”
The witch paused, shock across her features, before stating sombrely, “I remember a fractured war where I finally found a man worth loving. After that, there is a time of peace that is weirdly jumbled. You remind me of that. Its why I’m giving you this one piece of mercy.”
The Witch was long gone before the King of Daemons whispered his quiet “Thank you.”, before he started to look for some stairs or an elevator, in hopes of these ‘abandoned levels’.
After all, beasts need a den.