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"Woman, we are all 'lackeys'" Nefarian said stoically, his tone changing. "The sooner you accept this reality the sooner you can find what you seek. The great powers of the Deep...they do not care for you or I. For any of the gods. They battle for the cosmos. For everything." Nefarian's words...

"Your world is crumbling. The very foundations of what is real are in flux. The cosmos has planted its secrets in you, into your very flesh." Artoria paused for a moment with a contemplative expression, something very out of character, until she finally flickered away and vanished for a moment...

Nefarian's black eyes flashed as he let his cloak fall from his body. "Those required to become a god!" The Voidlord had finally gone past the point of wanting to talk to Isabella; she offered nothing to the conversation. A simple charlatan that sought nothing more than a quick fix. She was...

"Strong men create peace, Madara. But peace can only come from hard decisions that are, at times, deadly decisions. We live in a world held up by weak men, weak villages, weak clans, and weak gods. Long gone are the times of the Freehold upholding order on the Mainland, and even longer gone are...

Nefarian snickered. "My side or Solomon's? He repeated, mocking the idea. "Then at best you're an indecisive waste of space, and at worst - a disloyal and a turncoat only looking for fleeting opportunities." The Voidlord once again turned to Madara, the idea of a disloyal turncoat in the back of...

Nefarian laughed, tilting his head back slightly. "You couldn't kill him even if you wanted to, Madara." His outbreak subsided, pushing his foot into Demetrias's back more, his groans echoing in the deep subterranean complex. "Today two Domains will shatter. Mine and his..." He pointed downward...

The God of Disease would have ignored her comments, again, had she not insisted on being the one to shatter his domain, the Domain of Condition. "Do you even know what that means? What you suggest? You wish to serve then?" Her other comments were simply secondary and uninteresting verbiage to...

Nefarian narrowed his eyes in annoyance. "Shut up, woman." There was little malice in his voice, just a stern rebuke of her needless comments. He didn't care who she was, one in the many thousands of faces he had seen in his thousands of years of life and one of billions of humans that littered...

"I can feel their hearts beating...." Nefarian stood up, looking toward his colleague Demetrias who, for some time now, was writhing in pain from his body being riddled with diseases. He lay there on the dirt floors of the ancient Five Fort underground complex, coughing, vomiting, sneezing - all...

"Phew..." Marzan breathed a sigh of relief, glad that 8,000 years of imprisonment didn't weather down his skills. He wiped the sweat from his brow, practically falling on a stone chair off in the corner of the room. "Weapons can be forged without a suitable partner. But it's best if they're done...

Marzan stoked the flames causing them to gently dance, casting a long shadow on each of attendees. This was an important moment for him; Tsumukari was a reforged weapon, reborn like a phoenix. But these would be two freshly crafted God Slaying Tools, the first of an entire generation to be...

"A little excessive," Marzan responded, somewhat unimpressed by their display. The quality of the materials, while great, was not really the central point to the weapons. Marzan was not an artsy individual. He was to the point and very direct. A man that spent hundreds of years forging weapons...

"I haven't shined in centuries, Merlin." Artoria countered, laying waste to Merlin's statement. "Ironic, isn't it?" Artoria chuckled, "I was the human that broke your principle, the one exception. And yet it was my flame that was extinguished while humanity's burned on." She lamented, running a...

Artoria began pacing around him as he spoke, though what was a face struck with accepting sadness soon turned to apathy. She understood his love for her, but refused to accept how single minded and one dimensional it really was. "I fought because I fought for everyone. Because I loved everyone...

Had Merlin's arm continued its course he would have found a very real, corporeal, physical Artoria Pendragon. While no one else in the vicinity would see her, she was still very real to him. As if his own reality diverged from the physical space around him, separating itself into its own little...

The clanging sound of armor materialized behind Merlin as a strange figure appeared out of literal nothingness. She took one step after another slowly and deliberately toward the Incubus. The seeds in Merlin’s shoulder reacted to her presence, a mixture of prickling and tingling radiated from...

Marzan shrugged, really unsure what else to say to Isabella. "Alright, alright. Slow down, both of you. When I said ore, I literally meant ore. I need raw materials for these tools. I can't just produce them here on the spot. As you can see," he paused, waving his arms around the room at the...

Marzan was confused. How could someone decipher that these flames were unique? They were eternal but their eternity was bound to humanity itself. Dimmed but not extinguished, burning but not raging. Otherwise, they appeared completely normal. No chakra could be sensed nor was any Divinity...

"I am neither a legend or a lord, miss," Marzan replied, somewhat exasperated by the sudden chaotic activity. Had Emiya really taken two strangers to him so quickly? "Though I do appreciate some of what you say. We live in a human age, Marduk made that much clear when he left with his Pantheon...

Marzan hadn't expected visitors so soon after Emiya left the Armory, though he was always welcome to come back at any time. "Emiya? Back so soon? And with guests?" He turned from his seat before the forge, hair matted down in front of his eyes as if he had been napping. He used the past few...