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    Quote Originally Posted by TQG Imaginatorious View Post
    I thought he doesn't like wonderland?
    He Loves and wants to hug everyone* here.

    *Existences he can't 「save」don't count as people and thus aren't eligible for the eternal onii-chan's love

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    Who exactly counts as those

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    Quote Originally Posted by Vididii View Post
    Clearly, a character arc just took place offscreen (he used the animal guts to understand it)
    What's up with you and animal guts today?

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    The Keres probably influenced him.
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    Persona 5: Refraction (SV link; FF.net link)
    "You didn't have to fight for me, you know." "And you didn't have to curl your hair so we'll look even more alike." Ren stared before he softly chuckled, Akira joining him not long after. With one simple decision as a child, Ren Amamiya goes to Tokyo alongside his little sister, Akira. (P5R Sibling AU) (Ren/Ann, Akechi/Fem!Akira)
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    Quote Originally Posted by TQG Imaginatorious View Post
    What's up with you and animal guts today?
    The economy is in shambles, can't afford a crystal ball for my wizard shit

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    Quote Originally Posted by Vididii View Post
    The economy is in shambles, can't afford a crystal ball for my wizard shit
    Should've invested more in hopecoin.
    Morg's delightful Servant comp.
    IN COLOR

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    Lots of great entries: votes and a long list of honourable mentions wouldn't be enough for all of them regardless, really, so I'll limit myself as much as I can

    Unfortunately I both really need to get my votes in right now and really can't give any feedback right now

    Honourary fourth place in my personal rankings goes to "Alice in Wonderland"

    1 point: Parikshit

    2 points: Prince Charming

    3 points: Garshāsp

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    Alright, that's all of Parikshit's lines completed. Now on to my votes...

    Honorable Mentions
    - L. Ron Hubbard (Dreamerless)

    Your best sheet yet, and a real sign of your improvement. Keep it up.

    - Garshāsp (Morg van Destro)

    The theme of "inhuman perspectives on human affairs" never gets old.

    - Emily Dickinson (WhiteFrenzy)

    Man, even when you're not confident in your ideas, your sheet still delivers. I can't even.

    - Matsukura Katsuie (NittyGritty)

    YEAAAAHH GIVE ME MORE SHINING PHOENIX MATSUKURA

    - Cain (Baron Magnus)

    A fresh take on the guy I can appreciate.

    - "Alice in Wonderland" (Random)

    My honorary fourth place. Honestly love the concept behind this one.


    1pt
    Macaria (DracoScribe)
    Nah, totally not biased with her dynamics with Parikshit here. I just love the whole "blessed death" message she gives, not to mention the story you wrote between her and the Keres.


    2pts
    Barbara Newhall Follett (FarewellToMrA)
    Y'know, in a contest that practically demands larger-than-life figures with deep philosophical themes on the "end", it's nice to see someone with a more... grounded feel to them. Her story just hits close to home for me.


    3pts
    Prince Charming (Sutaa)
    Themes of denial, escapism, and happy endings have always fascinated me, and this sheet embodies all of them perfectly. Then again, this is coming from someone who also absolutely loves Maruki as an antagonist in P5R. Er... it's not because I seriously relate to those concepts or anything, hahaha. Totally not. Um, not to an unhealthy degree, at least?

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    Eschatology S-E-J
    On wings of pure light, the Administrator of Alaya soared in the skies of Elysium. Far below her flight were the myriad islands reserved for Humanity’s Finest. Each island was a sacred temple dedicated to the Thrice-Lived Heroes…

    Sacred temples desecrated with onslaught of combat.

    The native warriors of Greece fought intruders on their blessed lands. Corpses of Cold Ice. Infected flesh shambling from craved open graves. Marauders from between Wylds. Conquerors of Time and Space. Galloping Hordes of Gold and Fire. Deceived Believers of False Gods.

    It was an even fight for those chosen by Macaria. The armies of Valhalla, Avalon, Tír na nÓg and the like are no doubt fighting just as feverishly in their own battlefields. Soon enough when they inevitably triumph over their opposition, they shall march upon Elysium by Olympus’s request…

    At the Throne of Heroes’s request.

    Because this is not just the End of the World.

    It is a battle that will determine the Fate of the Throne.

    For the End to have occurred in a location so crucial to the Throne, compounded by the fact that the ripples made by the End’s conclusion will deeply scar the Throne and its interconnected network of Heroic Spirits…

    The Throne of Heroes will do all it can to mitigate the worst of the End.

    Before it is too late.

    For there are things even the Throne have hidden deep within itself.

    Sophia knew all this of course.

    She is those of Wisdom.

    She is one of the Architects of the Throne by her very nature.

    Her aim is not the dismantling of the Throne however.

    She only intends to do her duty for atonement: To activate the mechanism for Gnosis for all Mankind.

    To bring Humanity into the World of Light and led them closer to Monad.

    This is the action the Throne has allowed her permission to perform when the Time of Reckoning has arrived.

    This is…

    This is all she wants to do now.

    Flying over the Blessed Isles, gliding over the glimmering oceans and flowing rivers between the islands, the Goddess of Wisdom remained stoic. A far cry from her usual façade of smiles and cheer.

    In her mind, she saw a cottage underneath a tree of wisdom. Someone was waiting for her inside. When she opened the door, they weren’t there anymore.

    She heard a hissing on her shoulders, shaking her out of stupor.

    It is nothing.

    The Serpent of Eden hissed again.

    I knew he would die. I saw that man coming a mile away.

    Another hiss.

    I could have prevented it. I have the power to.

    Then why didn’t you?

    Sophia remained silent.

    He was just a brief fancying. He meant…

    Nothing, for he is just a human I am supposed to love. Says the Mother of Humanity.

    Nothing, for he is just a human who is the same as any other. Says the Machine of Monad.

    Love will not help her dissolve the Darkness.

    She felt nothing.

    The Serpent on her shoulder hissed.

    Then why are you Sad?

    For a perfect being who is always in control of their emotions, down to the smallest twitch of their mouth…

    Why is there a part of Darkness inside you?

    Sophia pursed her lips.

    He loved me.

    A Love as genuine and pure as the World of Light.

    That is what she saw in that boy’s eyes.

    And now he is gone.

    Even if she were to put all his pieces back together,

    It wouldn’t be him.

    The Serpent hissed.

    Sophia stayed silent.

    He would’ve been a wonderful syzygy.

    A perfect half for the imperfect emanation of wisdom who was never formed with one.

    If only she had someone like him by her side,

    Maybe she wouldn’t have made that mistake all those eons ago.

    The Serpent blinks, understanding his mother’s feelings.

    Then slithered into the safety of her light as she landed on a specific island. The waves of the Aegean Sea ebbed and flowed on the beach as if Elysium itself was breathing. The Isles of the Blessed held many connections and liminal passageways that linked those lands to distant lands belonging to other Textures. Owing this metaphysical quirk to the Throne of Heroes, some of the prerequisite conditions an Isle must possess to be considered a part of Elysium is either they originated from the Graecian Texture such as the Isle of Achilles, Leuke; they are heavily linked to housing Heroic Spirits such as Avalon; or…

    They are said to be locations of a Holy Site. A literal Blessed Isle.

    Having seen this island many times already, its significance blunted, the Ruler of Light began to walk barefoot across the wet sands. Sand became grass, grass became stone. She hiked past the forests. She climbed the stone steps. She paid no mind to the Skies of Elysium turning a darkened blue.

    A Blue Fire of Destruction.

    It only serves as a sign that the End’s progress is continuing unhindered.

    It was not long until she reached a certain cave.

    Only a single man stood before the cave’s mouth.

    The sight of him filled her with so much loathing and rage…

    And yet her face showed nothing but a perpetual, cold frown.

    The man smiled at her approach, a bow of respect disguising a gesture of mockery.



    Simon Magus

    The Father of Gnosticism

    The Founder of Light

    The Believer of Monad

    The Sorcerer from Gnosis

    The Magician who witnessed the breadth of Wisdom

    And believed that there is more

    Seven Archons to Herald his advent

    Seven Luminaries to create the Physical

    Seven Emanations of the False God

    He who has seen the Light…

    And rejected it in favor of his Own

    The Deceiver

    The Trickster

    The Liar

    He lies. He lies. He lies.

    Do not listen. Do not listen. Do not listen.

    Tear off your ears. Rip out your eyes. Cut off your hands.

    This World is a Lie.

    He is the False Shepard.

    And we are his flock trapped in this eternal Hell.

    Eschatology Rating: EX

    “Greetings, traveler. Have you come to pay your prayers to this auspicious holy site?” The man’s smile was disarming to all at first glance, but…

    A red spear parried a thrown Sword of Flames. The spear’s owner had materialized from the aether. Their soft eyes stayed on the Mother of Light.

    “No more lies.” A demand from the woman. The Sword of the End returned to her hand.



    An unholy noise that mimics a laugh came from the so-called man.

    “Why dear Mother, where is your blessed smile? Where is your bright bravado? Where is the motherly facade you used to deceive the last Judge?”

    In a mere blink, the humble man transmogrified into a man whose arrogance exceeded the Divine. His jeers from his taunting smirk only highlighted his aspect of cruel mocking.
    Sophia remained without emotion.

    Deceive?

    Deceive that boy?

    When his eyes saw through all that she was,

    And still accepted her?

    The corner of her mouth curved.

    “You believe yourself to be John?”
    A simple question she asked.

    The Liar of the Universe only smiled.


    “Did you not know, dear Mother? Oh of course you do. It was this island that the Apostle received the Revelations. Oh, if only he knew which God had given him those visions.”
    His voice stifled his laughter as he explained.


    “To begin the conquest where the End was first foretold, there is no greater location than Patmos to emerge from the prison far below.”
    Samael said. His blood red spear was planted between him and his grandmother by Light.

    “Could you believe that they lumped me in with all the other Liars and Snakes in that frozen lake?”
    Dajjal wiped a tear from his joyous eyes. “I thought I would never be rid of Lucifer’s incessant complaining!”

    “But now the first seal has been broken, I only required the smallest crack in one of the chains that tied me down. Soon I will break all the rest and free my true body from deep within that Hell. And raise my infernal armies to conquer the Throne! And soon the World that I will recreate in my image!”


    A memory of clay flashed in her mind. She can still feel the lump of clay hidden away on her body.

    Dajjal raised his brow.

    “Oh? And just what is that hidden away in a small invisible sack on your side?”

    Sophia raised her hand. A seed of pure light floated above her palm.

    “A memento to remember this World by.”

    The Administrator of Alaya tilted her hand and the seed planted itself into the ground. She then drew a line in the dirt between her and her mistake.

    “Planting that tree before me? A sign of arrogance of the highest order!”
    The Hypocrite laughed with spite. “And I had assumed you had come before me to cut me down before I had the chance to eat at its roots! I had assumed you would make sure no one could sabotage its growth!”

    “You truly intend to uplift Mankind while also fending us off?”
    Samael had stepped just before the line. His spear pointed down. “Rather than simply erasing it all with a mere snap of your fingers?”

    It would have been as easy as the First Archon said, but…

    She remembers those eyes of green that saw the best in her.

    “We are both Shepards. Fighting over the same flock.”

    She looked upon the Army of the Damned that marched on Elysium in the distant Isles. She saw the Thrice-Reborn Heroes of the Blessed triumphing and dying against these tribes of Gog and Magog. She saw the Crows and Ravens feasting and growing from the fresh corpses.

    She looked up at the dome of stars that hid the Witch of the North Star and the Forgotten Goddess. She saw the glimmer of Hatred and Night clashing with each other for ownership of the Sky. She saw the Sun and Moon eclipsing their throne.

    She looked back at her Son. And his Son. She saw the sapling that she had planted bearing fruit already, having grown to her height. An apple hung just above her awaiting hand. An apple of the same strand as the one she coaxed Eve to eat.

    And just like Eve, she took a bite out of it.

    Savoring the flesh, her dead eyes simply stared at the First Archon and the Deceiver…

    Then she spat towards Samael.

    An apple seed, speeding like a bullet.

    That pierced the perfect skin of Samael.

    The First Archon reeled back in disbelief…

    But recovered the next moment to charge. His spear poised for her heart.

    Already the tree’s aura had permeated Patmos.

    No one underneath her or her Son or his Sons may approach without the risk of Gnosis.

    Yggdrasil. The Bodhi Tree. Irminsul. The Oak of Dodona. Sampo. The Branch of Gaia. Merlin’s Prison.

    The Tree of Knowledge is of the same family.

    A Paradise in the form of Branches and Leaves.

    Its roots have already dug into the ground to fortify its grip on Elysium.

    And allow the Armies of the Throne safe passage to these Isles through them.

    But… that doesn’t matter to Sophia anymore.

    The Realization is all she wants to do now.

    There is… nothing left for her in this World.

    Nothing at all.

    Even as she moved her arms to fight back against the First Archon, even as she closed her eyes to ignore the rest of Elysium, even as she fought to defend the Tree of Knowledge…

    She can still see him.

    Only his back. Only his flowing green hair. His hands clasped behind his back. His gentle humming that tickled her ears.

    She wishes for him to turn around.

    He will not. Not even in a dream.

    ---

    “So the Big Angel wants to make everyone Gods, the Little Angel wants to kill a Snake, and Aunt Theia just wants to burn everything?”

    Soaring high above Elysium’s Skies, roaring was the Chariot Troias Tragōidia, their owner digested the information his other half relayed.

    “I fear they alone are not our only opponents.” Patroclus shook his head as the winds battered his hair.

    “Ha, that just means more fighting for us!”
    The Comet Runner hooked his arm around his best pal’s neck.

    Patroclus can never get used to his beloved’s exuberance. “Indeed it does…”

    Speeding off towards where Theia, Pyrrha, and the others had landed to do battle, their flight path was straight and narrow, but…

    A new presence pulled on Patroclus’s mind. His eyes darted towards a direction. Then another. Then another. Then another.

    Down below upon the Verdant Fields of the Blessed Isles, where Heroes of similar status fought, maws of abyssal pitch blackness opened…

    And armies of the damned spilled out. Specters and Demons and Soldiers of all denominations marched from their beachheads and began their incursions against each other… and against Elysium.

    A rallying roar made by the Thrice-Born Heroes rang across Elysium in response to the new enemies.

    As if it was an order given by Macaria herself to defend their Blessed Home.

    “Achilles…” Patroclus called his beloved’s attention.

    “Yeah… Looks like Tartarus decided now to open up the gates to his pit. Something happened to old man Hades and his House.”
    Achilles saw what Patroclus did. His scowl was fierce with focus.

    “It is the End of the World. The Throne allowed this.” Patroclus gave the only explanation they needed.

    Achilles narrowed his eyes. “Nah… There’s always something more to this. Pat, I know you already sensed them before I did.”

    Patroclus nodded before pointing the way towards one of the many instigators of the End. The greatest of them all.

    “She’s there. She wants us to find her.” Patroclus swallowed his nerve for Achilles.

    “You think Aunt Pyrrha can handle Theia without us?” The Comet Runner pulled the reins to steer the chariot towards their new direction.

    “She has companions that I know personally. I vouch for their sincerity.” Patroclus nodded.

    Achilles grinned nary a doubt in his heart. “That’s all I need to hear! Let’s go!”

    A fire in his heart, a will that can never be shaken, with a partner he will not part from again, the Great Achilles sped like a comet towards the End of the World.

    ---

    The Tower of Cronos. One of the many passages into Elysium proper, overseen by her keeper, one of the few safe havens left upon the Blessed Isles that was untouched by the sudden bloodshed.

    Nary but a few Heroic Spirits stand at its base, defending the unable from the fight.

    “Hold fast, Warriors of Elysium! Defend our resting place with your final breaths!” The Daughter of Elysium commanded the Shades she personally guided to this afterlife. Her spear commanded the Land she is given charge of to ward off all invaders through roots and rocks.

    Wielding his enchanted bow, firing arrows dectuple times, King Parikshit of Kuru couldn’t help but feel irked. “So when can we expect reinforcements? I’m all for playing defense, but this ain’t the Devasura. We can’t keep this up if the ground underneath us is buckling.” He voiced his observation towards the woman while offhandedly pincushioning a rampaging berserker.

    “Tartarus has broken his bonds. The land trembles as if it is Lord Poseidon’s handiwork. The Prisoners of the Throne are beginning to free themselves. The Throne of Heroes shall activate its immunity system before long. We must hold out before we can counter attack.” Macaria scanned the scarred battlefield. Craters that led to the myriad Hells of Tartarus, Yomi, Naraka, Xibalba, and the like dotted the lands of the Blessed. “The only armies that shall answer our immediate call would be those attached to our Legends and Phantasms.”

    “Oh well that’s great…!”
    The King’s face falls when he remembers what his capabilities are. “Oh dang. I don’t have my armies. Or any armies. That’s like coming to a duel without a sword! You sure I can’t just send a message though the line? Or has the Throne messaging system gone kaput?”

    The Daughter of Hades winced. “I have tried. Several parties are interfering with the connections. We are essentially on our own.”

    “Great!”
    Exclaimed the jokester.

    “Indeed.” Groaned the psychopomp.

    “I’m telling ya! The venue’s packed full! Just think of the ticket profits!”
    A Conman shouted into a phone that somehow still had a signal. “Look, just get the boys over here and it’d be a real concert!”

    L. Ron Hubbard tapped the screen to hang up. He snapped and a fireball incinerated a spearman that was getting too close.

    “Astra’s out cold. Walpurga’s magic isn’t helping. Both Pagan nor Christian.” He relayed. “She’s having a nice dream though. I can tell.”

    Macaria’s eyes were fret with worry, but pushed it down for the more immediate situation.

    “And the Sage?”


    Hubbard shrugged and thumbed at the Tower’s peak. “He’s watching it all go down at the top.”

    The Disciple of the Destroyer stood resolute before Elysium. His eyes spectated the Isle of the Blessed as if this would be its final days.

    “I guess it’s too much to ask for his help.” The Conman sighs. “I know this is all a test from Shiva, but it wouldn’t hurt to hurl a fireball or two.”

    “No. He was sent as our Proctor. He will remain as such. We cannot expect the Gods to help forever.”
    Macaria believed.

    “Don’t I know it.” The Survivor of the Great War couldn’t help but chuckle.

    “It shall be today where we prove to the Gods that Mankind no longer requires their oversight.”
    The Goddess of Death spoke as she noticed the next wave of invaders scrambling from their beachheads. “Warriors! Our Wills are unbreakable!”

    At her call, the slain of Elysium stood once again. Their fires reignited, their weapons stained with ichor, their deaths unreaped. Battalions of Blessed Undead filed out from the Tower of Cronos. As if their time of death was never recorded on the Throne.

    “How many times can you do that?” Hubbard whistled.

    Beads of sweat condensed on Macaria’s temples; her grip on Elysium’s Key wavered. “As many times as necessary. I am Elysium’s guardian. I will protect this place with my last vestige.”

    “Don’t strain yourself now. That ‘many times’ is rapidly approaching since we started.”
    Parikshit drew back his bowstring.

    “I-”

    “MACA!”


    A shout from above drew their attention.

    A Witch on a flying broom diving straight for them.

    “We need to go! Giant Tree! Fimbulvinter! The Sky is going to Fall! World Pillar!” Walpurga the Witch had her hand outstretched for the daughter.

    “Sounds like your cue.” Hubbard clicked his tongue.

    “We’ll hold down the fort. Don’t underestimate my skills of command.” The King of Kuru chuckled with a salute.

    Macaria nodded. She has held faith in Mankind for the longest time. It will not change now.

    “Elysium is with you.”

    The Daughter of Heracles raised her arm high in the sky.

    And was hoisted away towards a tree that glowed with the brilliance of Heaven.

    “Never thought I’d fight alongside you.” Parikshit smiled as he shot down a horde of demons.

    “You know what? Same here.” Laughed the Father of Scientology.

    Their laughter began to blend alongside the fresh harvest of Thrice-Born as scores of invaders died to the defense of the Guests of Elysium.

    ---

    The winds of Elysium howled as my chariot galloped across the gales. Islands of Heroes like me were embroiled in bloody combat below. The Oceans that waved between them were raging with Poseidon’s anger.

    There was only one Island we were going towards.

    It was the only one that was at the Edge of Elysium.

    “Oi… Pat…” I said to the side.

    “It is that one.” My best friend knew my question.

    “But you just broke out of there.” I knew exactly what that Island was.

    I spent all my time waiting for him there to do just that.

    “I know.” His words felt like his heart was threatening to be torn in two.

    As did mine.

    “But She intends to break the Seal as per her nature.”
    Pat explained. “Either by herself or…”

    “With you.”
    I said.

    The Scion of the Titans nodded.

    Sisters Moirai Above, please let me turn this chariot around. Anything to keep that woman from getting her hands on him.

    Pat held on to my hand holding the reins.

    “We cannot defy their Strings.” He could say anything to convince me.

    “We can try!” And I will suggest anything to solve things my way.

    He shook his head, as much as I knew it pained him.

    “It is our Destiny, Achilles. It is the same as the choice your mother gave you.”


    My mother… If it weren’t for that dumb prophecy though…

    I wouldn’t have met Pat.

    “Destiny can be changed.” I wasn’t sure I believed that.

    “When Chaos is involved, maybe ours too.” Pat mused wistfully.

    That same Chaos was waiting for us on that island. Standing right next to the ornate capstone that sealed Pat’s family inside a cyclical Hell where they will fight each other for all eternity…

    It was the same stone that Pat’s uncle swallowed.

    It was the same stone that the woman below gave to Rhea.

    No… it was hard to call that thing a person.

    They only wore a person’s face.

    And their smile.

    It was a mockery.

    Landing atop the shores of the ruins from a bygone era, we disembarked with solemn frowns. She only watched us with her fake smile and eerie eyes.

    “Stay by my side.” Pat told me as he ripped his flaming sword from his spine.

    “Duh. From now on. Always.” I almost didn’t answer because of how cool that looked. My spear rested squarely on my shoulders. It was heavier than my shield.

    It wasn’t long before I got a better look at that woman’s face.



    Eris

    From the Beginning

    She was always there

    Sometimes One

    Sometimes Three

    Sometimes Two

    Always there

    For Chaos

    For Order

    For a Good Story

    For Dyeus

    For The Sky Father

    For Zeus

    Her honeyed Lies

    Her bitter Truths

    To Weave a Tale worth telling

    What does it mean to be a Hero?

    To suffer and writhe

    To triumph and prosper

    To be overtake all challenger and strife

    To become the One True Hero

    Eschatology Rating: EX

    Her gaze was… disgusting. That is all I can describe her as.

    Her smile only widened, far more than humanly possible.

    “Great Achilles, I do not recall gifting you a mouth to spit such venomous contempt.” Eris hummed.

    “His mind is his own, Goddess. Stay out of it.” Pat raised both his voice and his sword towards her.

    The Goddess of Chaos only shrugged off the threat before feeling the texture of the massive boulder.

    “Troy was entertaining. I still remember the events so clearly. I can see why the Gods still wish to reminisce.” She began to lecture. I recognized a hint of spitefulness from her.

    It reminded me of Teach’s lectures. I didn’t particularly like listening to them.

    My spear aimed for her heart.

    “They didn’t need to drag Pat into it.” I snarled. “They didn’t need to drag all of us into it.”

    She laughed. It sounded like the noise of Creation.

    “And deprive you of your Destiny, oh Achilles? Of your Wrath?” She reminded me.

    “Of your Love?” She gestured to Pat standing right beside me.

    “No wonder why you weren’t invited to mom and dad’s wedding.” My teeth strained from how hard I gritted.

    I saw a crease in her eye. Of bitterness? Of disdain? I couldn’t tell from her condescending smile.

    “What was Zeus’s demand this time, Goddess?” Pat spoke coldly.

    The Goddess only smiled and widened her arms as if the Heavens rested on her hands.

    “A battle that shall birth the One True Hero.” She says. “A War that shall forge the greatest Myth from the corpses of the World.”

    “And what better setting for it than the End of the World!”

    She said it so plainly. I thought it was a joke.

    “To pit the Heroes of the World, the Heroes of the Throne against each other…” Numbly, she shook her head.
    “There is no better opportunity…”

    Then she raised her hands up high as if beseeching the World to pay attention to her.

    “I grant the Throne of Heroes my greatest gift.”

    Pat and I were already rushing towards her.

    “My greatest Trial.”

    Our weapons aimed for her heart and head.

    “The greatest Myth.”

    We both know that something like this won’t kill her. She knew our every move since the beginning.

    “The greatest War.”

    But… we had to try.

    “My greatest Creation.”

    Our weapons pierced through her flesh, pushing us three against the Omphalos Stone.

    And she whispered,

    “For the greatest Glory.”

    A crack.

    There shouldn’t have been a crack.

    I heard the shouting of the dead from below.

    “Achilles…” Pat called for me.

    “Yeah…” I knew.

    This was a dumb idea.

    An explosion of stone rocked the island. The three of us were blown away by the force as the Sealing Stone of the Titans disintegrated.

    And before my very eyes, I saw them.

    The Black Interstellar Fleet of Cronos.

    Spilling out from the newly opened passageway out of Mount Othrys.

    Because what is an Island but a Mountain underwater?

    The Titans are freed.

    Pat’s Family. His fellow Prisoners. Reenactors of the Trojan War, in mockery of the Titanomachia.

    “A Key of Titan Bone, wielded by hands of Olympus Pardon.”

    Eris was already standing, marveling at the story she has weaved.

    “I was never meant to be forgiven!” Pat shouted over the winds…

    … What?

    Pat turned to me with saddened eyes. My own eyes were just like his.

    Zeus… was never going to…?

    “I’m sorry, my love.” He whispered to me.

    Eris only rocked her head; I knew she was smiling like a winner. “You have forgotten who has nurtured you, my dear child.”

    It was her.

    She asked Zeus to pardon him from that hellhole.

    She is why he’s here.

    “Pat…” My mind raced faster than my legs.

    An orange blur was faster. Her hand gripped his neck and over his mouth as she flew towards the opening with him. Pat’s hand was reaching out to me.

    “Pat!” I was already running after them…

    And jumped into the punishment that Pat has endured for eternities just to be with me.

    “Well done, Eris! With the vestigial flames of my kin, I will seize control of the Black Fleet and raze all of Elysium to ashes!”

    The laughter of Theia and the chanting of the Titans overwhelmed my ears.

    And yet still, I refuse to let Pat out of my sight as we fell deep into the Pits of Tartarus.

    I already lost him once at Troy…

    I won’t lose him again.

    ---

    At the threshold of Tartarus, Eris merely looked upon the stream of ships and souls pouring out into the dying night skies.

    She heard the burning fires of Prometheus behind her.

    She closed her eyes as she reminisced on the Age of Bronze.

    “So you started it.” The Daughter of Pandora bitterly observed.

    “I have.” The Goddess shamelessly confirmed.

    “Was the Floodings not enough for you?” Pyrrha said with contempt.

    “The Titans? The Trojans? The other Pantheons? Was it all not enough for Zeus?”

    The Goddess of Chaos’s heart beats so calmly with the knowledge that her story will have the perfect Ending.

    “We loved him. And he loved us. We did it all for him.”

    “This… This isn’t Love. Not anymore. Can’t you see what he has become?”

    “It is not a Love the two of you would recognize.”

    “If this is what the Love of Gods, of Aphrodite looks like, then I’ll remain where I am.”

    Somewhere… in Chaos’s heart, a twisting.

    “Then perish, O’ Hero. Like all the other failures-”



    Jarir Ibn Abdullah Al Bajali

    Abandoned But not Forgotten

    Elusive Prophet

    Shade of Arabia

    Higher Cause of the Companions

    Cancer of the Moon Cell

    Cold, Mechanical, Unfeeling

    Righteous, Unyielding, Zealous

    To Bring Down the Gods

    To End the Reign of the Divine

    All in the name of the Messiah

    Corruption Detected

    Error Error Error

    Exiled to the Dark Side

    Banished to the Far Side

    Prerogatives Slipping

    Humanity guides his Ire

    Heretics must be purged

    The False Gods must be burned

    The Iconoclasm must be continued

    Eschatology Rating: B+

    A chain of explosions cascaded across the Black Fleet. The hooting and hollering of a certain Comet Runner can be heard in the distance. Dashing between the ships that had sailed the Sea of Stars was the Chariot of the Fastest Hero of Greece.

    Eris looked on at the carnage that reminded her of that fateful day. The day when she placed Zeus on that throne to become the King of the Sky. His glorious might surrounded by the wreckage of the Titans…

    Those same bones fell from the skies before her very eyes…

    A whistle of awe sounded behind her.

    “Is that one of Noah’s boys?” Pyrrha said.

    Eris closed her eyes.

    “The Great Fleet… In another Texture, the Shipwright was named ‘Nuh’. That is the Texture the newcomer hails from.”

    Then opened them.

    In the far off distance, she saw her children in that chariot.

    In armor scorched, Achilles laughing in triumphant glee.

    Patroclus burned embers, but was smiling wry by Achilles’s side.

    And gripping tightly on the chariot as the third passenger…

    The Prophet of Iconoclasms.

    Hatred. Fury. Wrath. Anger. Indignation. Resentment.

    Towards all Gods.

    Towards the Mother of those Gods.

    Towards her.

    She saw a kinship in those broken eyes filled with liquid rage. To be given a task only they can perform. To create Heroes. To destroy Pantheons.

    As the trio above tore a path through Cronos’s fleet, Eris does nothing but spectate.

    That is what she has always done when all is said and done.

    Pivoting on her heels, she decided to watch the spectacle from a better venue…

    “Wait a minute.”

    An unbearable heat was leveled at her neck.

    “Are you tapping out?”

    “I have created the setting with the most potential. May the One True Hero rise from the mountain of corpses and rain of ash.”

    “Always starting drama, never cleaning up after yourself.”

    “That is why I nurtured Heroes like you.”

    Eris only smiled.

    A thunderous roar of an engine erupted from the Pit of Tartarus.

    “Besides… our cousin will see our plan through.”

    “That old hag found her old body…”

    Pyrrha snarlS as she ignores the embodiment of Chaos to focus on the greater threat.

    Eris walks away, humming a long forgotten song from a time of her life as mortal.

    No one but her and him will recognize it.

    The Second Seal has been broken.

    AN
    I think I am burned out on writing this story. It has been almost two weeks since the last update and the anxiety from trying to write this update was taking much from me.

    I humbly beg for your forgiveness towards my unsightliness in being an ungracious host. I genuinely loved writing, but all things must End so to speak.

    I can't even bring myself to write my impressions on Simon, Eris, and Jarir. And the others for that matter.

    Maybe if pressed, I could. If you want my impressions on your sheet, then please indicate to me. I will try my best to write down my thoughts that I had when I first read them when you first posted them all those days ago.

    My votes will come soon-ish. If I still have time.

    Ah, if you truly wish to know how the story was meant to go, then please ask me and I will try my best to parse together the plotline. Or if you want to know what happens to your own servant, I can write out their intended character arc if you'd like.

    I am again terribly sorry for letting you down. Just ask me for what you need of me and I will do my best to provide like the good host I strived to be.

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    It's fine, it's understandable as we have been inadvertently placing a lot of pressure on you with our expectations and excitement. The fact that this get released at all is already a unexpected blessing. Perhaps when you're feeling less burnt out, you could just write a short, short descriptions of the remaining character's roles to conclude or leave it with just this. Either works for all of us or just me at least.
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    Quote Originally Posted by TQG Imaginatorious View Post
    It's fine, it's understandable as we have been inadvertently placing a lot of pressure on you with our expectations and excitement. The fact that this get released at all is already a unexpected blessing. Perhaps when you're feeling less burnt out, you could just write a short, short descriptions of the remaining character's roles to conclude or leave it with just this. Either works for all of us or just me at least.
    "Hodr": The True Form of the Blind God is intrinsically linked to Trees by virtue of being Mistletoe. The presence of the Texture Scouring Sword of Surtr and the Tree of Knowledge guaranteed his participation. His character arc is seeking that Warmth that birthed him. Sophia and Simon Magus can provide that Light should they distract each other long enough to allow "Hodr" to drink their essence. However... Which Light he drinks may determine whether or not he shall live to see the End. Then again, that is assuming Walpurga the Witch would let him. As the Keeper of the Trees and Pillars of Spring, she holds equal authority as Macaria of Elysium regarding the upkeep of all plants within the Domain of the Brave. The Tree of Knowledge falls squarely in her purview. She holds the Knowledge of Odin. She knows the tricks of Loki. Whether or not she will spare the attention on "Hodr" is the question. The Witch of the North and Alice Liddell's "Unresolved Consequences" are higher priorities to her skills and authority. To strangle the Gods is his motivation for this plot. That is his whole purpose. They'd risk it all if it meant they can perform that one directive. Even if their sister is willing to burn them to ashes for targeting her friends. I was pleasantly surprised when I read "Hodr's" sheet. I will always love these sorts of sheets, TQG. Ambitious, Creative, Pushing the envelope. Well, I love every sheet that has been submitted. That does not diminish my adoration for them.

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    replies in spoiler because this got unexpectedly long...okay it feels long 'cause of the quotes but still (featuring: "IT'S OKAY SCRIBE if you need to rest, just rest")
    Quote Originally Posted by Salt Pillar View Post
    LETS GO! Validation from Draco! Thank you a lot, the backstory was tough to summarize sufficiently, so it's good to know it worked out for you ;-; I really thought not including Achlys in someway would be such a shame, since her cosmogony is one of the cooler ones—and I really liked the relationship thingy with Eris in the Keres sheet. Thank you draco, I can now return to my slumber (or release a follow-up Egyptian Pantheon eschatology sheet whichever comes first)
    You're welcome! Again, it was a pleasure to read. Just so we're clear, I felt you summarized it very well.

    Quote Originally Posted by Vance View Post
    Finally, logged in to be able to respond to this. Thanks for the positive response to Michael and the criticism too. Yeah, the sheet follow the usual for my sheets and compared to every other sheet that appeared, there wasn't much in my expertise that I could use. Now onto the subject: Michael.
    You're welcome! I'm glad the criticism can be useful to you.

    Quote Originally Posted by Vance View Post
    To put it frankly, I followed my instincts regarding creating her as well as basing on her appearance in Revelations. Then I thought of my other Michael and put her in this situation, and felt that this is kind of cruel ain't it? Let it be known that Michael is a fundamentally good person as in she is the Angel of Mercy. As in the reliable big sis that'll come save you in a pinch. As in choosing to be Good over Lawful many times out of 10! Then comes Revelations, where she is supposed to go out and judge humanity, pick out the ones who worthy of salvation and leave the rest behind to their own misfortune, drive off an invasion, and basically stand by as the "unworthy" suffer at the hands of a very salty dragon. She isn't allowed to do anything about until way later.

    Saber Michael, I think, won't be able to take it. Hence why I created the whole duality thing with Saint and Archangel Michael. One is more Lawful then Good, another is more Good than Lawful. Make no mistake, Ruler Michael still thinks of the situation as fucking awful, she just sucks it up way better than Saber Michael. Getting the book makes it feel worse. And yeah, the situation concerning her use of it was right on the money, Scribe. Really thankful that you voiced the implication there.

    Fun fact: At first, for the Bond Craft Essence about the Book of Life, I had Ruler Michael essentially going an internal panic attack that ends with her calling out for a Father who won't answer back. But I dialed it back, partly cause its not in character and partly cause simply having the book is enough cruelty. So I changed it to swearing to remember every forsaken soul she didn't save.

    TDLR: Like one post mentioned, Michael is a SMT major law faction character with an unfortunate dose of self-awareness to know the problems of being a major law faction character. Hope its a satisfying enough explanation. I've been spending some time planning out words for this.
    wait what
    she
    She just--
    ...
    aaahhhhh now i wanna give her a hug ;-;

    Quote Originally Posted by Morg van Destro View Post
    Draco: Why would you put this image in my mind? Now I'm just imagining the princess looking at a picture at the beginning of their relationship with her picking up Garshāsp in a hug with a huge grin on her face while Garshāsp has the whisper of a smile before turning to one taken several centuries and a couple grandchildren later where Garshāsp has a completely normal smile, to which the princess goes "Look how she's grown! She's beaming!" My tiny powerhouse can't be this cute!
    We here at Morg LLC stan our short kings and queens.
    I live off of fluff! I will find fluff wherever I go!

    Quote Originally Posted by Morg van Destro View Post
    I did the flashbacks because just stating the accomplishments felt like it would undermine them. Sometimes, things just need to be zoomed in on for them to make sense, and the mindboggling scale of the threats she faced are something I still find myself genuinely struggling to visualize. That kind of thing needed to be described for her whole concept to be sold, otherwise it really would be me just pulling a Koga.
    So a "show, don't tell". I had a feeling. It was a nice way of doing it, I feel. Nicely paced too, with each segment telling what it needed for the next without overstaying its welcome.

    Quote Originally Posted by AndrosTC View Post
    There is no greater honor for an aspiring writer than a constructive criticism, it's way more valuable than a praise. Criticism sharpening the mind as it does motivating the body to push to create something even better, something even grander. You don't have to feel bad to voice your opinion, because this is a high-quality feedback
    Phew... I'm glad my feedback was helpful.
    Still.
    I try (key word: try) my best not to be mean as someone who of course wants feedback, but is very emotional and has low self-esteem so when I get them, it hits really hard, so I basically go "okay if I wanted a review...what would I want to hear?" for the tone of it when I give feedback.

    Quote Originally Posted by AndrosTC View Post
    I hope I could give same, lengthy analyses to your Keres and Macaria sheet, something that I'm unable to do due to real-life time constraint. Because those sheets are really immaculate, excellent work, Draco
    It's all right. I'm glad for the compliment. Thanks!

    Quote Originally Posted by SimpleScribe View Post
    Draco, I said I was looking forward to Macaria and by golly, did I look forward to reading her sheet. She provides the perfect dichotomy to the Keres's violent death. Peace is often an overlooked concept of Death when talking about Heroes and Wars and Fighting. You do not expect a peaceful death when your entrails are all over the ground. Macaria is... I am healed when I read her. I was lulled to a sense of safety. Her circumstances may turn away the more cynical of readers, but I find her background to be very in line to her final personality. She cares. She cares about the World. She cares about her family in Hades. She cares about you. And that is the lesson I drew from her. Even when you are all alone while you're dying, there is someone out there who cares about you. Someone who will stand by your side and take your hand to the afterlife. She is that person I will see in the End. I hope I can smile when I see her myself.
    AWWWWW Thank you! I'm so glad to hear she made you feel that way. As I said, she's supposed to be "Death as a Friend", so to hear that makes me feel like I really did manage to accomplish that goal.

    Quote Originally Posted by Morg van Destro View Post
    KING
    Apparently, BL doesn't like clips as opposed to videos.
    She fucking punches kaiju dragons in the face
    How could I not call her the king of dragonslayers?

    Quote Originally Posted by WhiteFrenzy View Post
    [ 3 POINTS ]
    Macaria
    RANK: A+
    But do you know who I wuv more? HER. MY QUEEN.
    AAAIIIIEEE
    I GOT THE THREE POINTS FROM YOU
    I WIN
    YOU MADE MY DAY

    Quote Originally Posted by WhiteFrenzy View Post
    I swear I'm still trying to understand to this day what makes Draco say she likes my things when... Writes these things like it's nothing? YOU SHOULD STAN YOURSELF. I SHOULD BE THE ONE PRAISING YOUR NAME EVERY DAY. Anyway, enough of me gushing over her abilities as a writer - even though they should be praised, because this is the culmination of her journey. Macaria is so... So... There's such a warm, human element in this sheet that makes me smile. She's everything I enjoy in a character and for a moment, just by being herself she brings me hope. And that's really enough. I hope this is compliment enough, because the sheet and the concepts presented in them are all immaculate (Keres really helped to sell this one), but in the end what made me fall in love was something else entirely. Bias is my sin and I'll happily fall to hell for her.


    Weeellll...it's hard to describe why I like all your sheets I've read, but I can tell you how I feel about the sheet you just put out. But seriously...thanks for the kind compliments. I'm especially glad that Macaria also managed to helo you feel hope, and that the way I presented it really worked because, well, after reading sheets that connected to each other (coughfreudjungdelreycough), and then after seeing this prompt, I wanted to try my hand at it to make a representation of my thoughts on the sibject. So yes, it's enough.

    Quote Originally Posted by Morg van Destro View Post
    2 Points
    Macaria: The embodiment of "Don't worry. Be happy" in the afterlife. Girl just wants to give people a happy ending and after, and that's something we can all appreciate. Add in making the two people one version through the greatest reasons: shenanigans and technicality, something I've been and will be guilty of again as well, she caught me.
    Oh wow geez, thanks for the vote and comments. Macaria continues to do the job I hoped she'd do!

    Quote Originally Posted by Morg van Destro View Post
    Have people noticed I have a hard time describing what I like in a sheet compared to what I dislike? It's like editing: if it's good, you hardly notice it's there.
    Well, I haven't noticed, but I agree with the sentiment...'cause sometimes that's another factor on why I can't say much on some sheets. XD
    Still
    I try to say more anyway
    Especially if I love a sheet

    Quote Originally Posted by Morg van Destro View Post
    Predictions: Macaria is first, Laevateinn will come second, and Charming will charm his way to third. Let's see if we can't finally raise my average.
    OH WOW GEEZ I WAS NOT EXPECTING THAT PREDICTION
    NOW THE LITTLE KID IN ME IS HAVING UNREALISTIC EXPECTATIONS AND I HAVE TO REMIND HER "NO. IT'S JUST A GUESS. THAT DOESN'T MEAN IT'LL ACTUALLY HAPPEN".

    Quote Originally Posted by SimpleScribe View Post
    AN
    I think I am burned out on writing this story. It has been almost two weeks since the last update and the anxiety from trying to write this update was taking much from me.

    I humbly beg for your forgiveness towards my unsightliness in being an ungracious host. I genuinely loved writing, but all things must End so to speak.

    I can't even bring myself to write my impressions on Simon, Eris, and Jarir. And the others for that matter.

    Maybe if pressed, I could. If you want my impressions on your sheet, then please indicate to me. I will try my best to write down my thoughts that I had when I first read them when you first posted them all those days ago.

    My votes will come soon-ish. If I still have time.

    Ah, if you truly wish to know how the story was meant to go, then please ask me and I will try my best to parse together the plotline. Or if you want to know what happens to your own servant, I can write out their intended character arc if you'd like.

    I am again terribly sorry for letting you down. Just ask me for what you need of me and I will do my best to provide like the good host I strived to be.
    AAWWW NOOO BUDDY
    IT'S OKAY
    I mean it. It's fine.
    I'm just glad you decided to stop before it could get worse and tell us about it so that we're clear on things
    If you need rest, rest
    Because gosh dang it I have a hard time with self-care too and I keep hurting myself because of not stopping to care for myself
    So again, please, rest.

    Quote Originally Posted by TQG Imaginatorious View Post
    Perhaps when you're feeling less burnt out, you could just write a short, short descriptions of the remaining character's roles to conclude or leave it with just this. Either works for all of us or just me at least.
    okay ill admit this would be nice
    And I'm only admitting that I had wanted to ask more for Macaria's case instead of for the Keres's 'cause...well, she was a "big one" for me. In the "oh boy i feel like im handling a topic i can flub so badly i hope i dont cuz i care about this" way. Especially because the format is so different from a majority of my sheets in an attempt to tell that story I wanted to tell. So knowing if the presentation and the pacing and all the little details worked (like if including the whistle for the bond ce made the reader feel soothing instead of dreaful or if the connection with the keres enhanced the experience at all) worked.
    But again, I care more about you, Scribe than knowing that.
    So I'll repeat myself: it's all right Scribe. If you wanna stop, then stop. I'm just glad you told us and are willing to let yourself rest when you know you can't take it.
    Phew...

    All right. replies outta the way...

    Now...for my comments on the rest of the Servants for the contest!

    apologies the amount of detail/commentary varying between servant to servant aka sorry some were incredibly short

    also also ill get to adding the last three servant relationship lines for macaria and the keres soon enough
    i spent the whole day on this and wanna take a break too
    also in spoiler cuz expectedly long (featuring a couple of reactions from my servants who aren't macaria and the keres)
    Unknown Soldiers: JOLLY COOPERATION! Hope Stocks go up and into the stratosphere indeed. I had read Unknown Soldiers before, so I was very, very curious on why I was seeing them again for the sheet, but then found...them untainted. And my gosh I was really happy to see it. All the skills and NPs for the sake of protecting, even though they've been forgotten... It doesn't matter. It is their love that fuels them, and it is their love that asks nothing in return.
    How fitting their FC is Solaire. Even better when it was picked as a contrast to their other half. The "shining knight" over the "broken soldiers".
    Praise the Warriors of Humanity! \[T]/

    Artabanus II: Oh hey Scootch! You're back! Good to see you again! I still remember your Aimo and Lazar sheets so I'm happy to see ya back. But ahem. This sheet... Pfft. A woman who hates her job yet is perfectly suited for it. That job being Conquest of the Horsemen. And yet, despite the impression she gives with literally everything else, especially her skills and NP, once you get to relationships...you see her humanity. The part that makes her hate her job as the First Horseman in the first place. As nearly insatiable her want to conquer seems, it comes from the very human trait of never wanting to fail at what she wanted in her life ever again.
    Perhaps the loss of her son in said failure is all the more reason for her refusal to fail? Only she knows...but, unless I'm misremembering/misreading her only failure, that's a thought that came to mind. Especially considering her soft spot for kids...almost as if making up for her lost son.

    Alice in Wonderland: A woman passes over words
    Realizes the number is off
    And finds a simple date
    Before a knock goes off
    In other words...
    Finally I get to comment on this, and I'm a sucker for how it opens. And the rest of the sheet? Using the (very out there) theory (that I only just found out thanks to you making me look it up) of this "genius theory" Caroll had about Jack the Ripper to Dr. Dabbs...and show, for you, an answer in the form of Alice in Wonderland:
    The legend of Jack the Ripper colliding with a Dying Dream that refused to Die to create the Anti-Servant of Alice.
    I can't help but think it's really neat. I probably don't understand it completely, but I can't help but like the concept of Anti-Servant and the Viral Phantasm and interpret it as a manifestation of "you are your own worst enemy".
    Aaaand then, I'll admit, I get to Macaria interaction aaaaaaand I start crying because GAAAAHHHH MACARIA WOULD BE SO TORN. Aaand...I don't know if that's a good or bad thing.
    All I know is that the interaction stuck out to me because of a combination of it being my Servant and just the AAAANNNNNGGGGGGSSSSSSSSTTTTTTTTTTTT.
    And that I accidentally scroll over your sheet when rereading it so many times.
    I swear.

    Karl May: You are reminding me I need to read the rest of your sheets because I also love this man. I think you managed to capture what you said you wanted to convey: "pompous, but at-heart good person". Or, in my own words, an old man who loves adventure with a hint of tragedy caused from his bad habits. So overall, I can't but be fond of the guy and thus sad for him with how his NPs work.

    Louhi: Why hello first timer! I'm sorry for not commenting more immediately. I really wanted to but, well... Anyways! Hmm. I don't know how to put it, but this sheet felt...clunky. I can say the intro got me hooked, but after that, the pacing is...all over the place. You say in your belated notes you were trying to tell a story and not just a block of info, but after that intro hook, it takes a bit until we get more story. Basically it goes: intro > basic stats > (initial) class and personal skills > noble phantasm chant > prelude to story. Yet there is not story put in the skills.

    Like...for example, you could've expanded on why her class skills are at the ranks they are, maybe add to the twist you were trying to go for ("oh I'm misunderstood villain... ...no, I am a villain in denial of being a villain") by giving a description to Madness Enhancement (like: "a class skill marking madness and is signature of berserkers...yet the witch seems to hold it. 'I'm not entirely sure why this is here...' well, with it being such a low rank...perhaps the skill is here as a sign of a delusion she denies she has?"). In the Noble Phantasm section...we don't even get the Noble Phantasm. Just its chant. So, at least for me, it threw me off guard, like it was missing, as the next section went on as if nothing happened, and not only that, but a "basic introduction" to "who" she is.

    It felt like I had jumped back to the beginning. Because the next bit after that is the Noble Phantasm itself. So I can't help but scratch my head on why is it formatted and presented this way. Why is the chant is its own section and titled "Noble Phantasm", followed by info on the servant, before going back to the NP in a section titled "Bond 2"? Is it to give the sense that, if you had her as a Servant, you can see the NP, but she refuses to tell you what it is until you're closer? Is the info inbetween the chant and the effect supposed to set up the NP's effect?

    And then as I scratch my head, we are told that she is Louhi with Bond 3, which feels aburpt because of the all over the place/clunky I got before this point. This felt less like a natural reveal, an "aha"/"oh no", moment, and more an abrupt reveal, an "oh hey btw this is who this character is" moment.

    So by the time we get to Bond 4 and 5, instead of just accepting the newly revealed skill, that I assume has been revealed because of her True Name reveal, and the conclusion you wanted to put, that she was ignoring her hatred for humanity...instead I'm just questioning it all. Why is the new skill all by itself? Why did she trick herself into thinking she wasn't evil? And why is she separate from her Loviatar? Is it truly because she was a human that was suited for a role? Was she a bunrei crrated by Loviatar? Or...does she continue to deny herself? That actually, she does care, that she doesn't want to be evil, but she is so perfectly suited, with too much hate overpowering that one tiny wish of not being someone hated...that she decided to give in and accept what she is?

    Tldr: the pacing threw off the story so much for that instead of coming off as like us, the reader, looking for some good in Louhi, like Conscience Bug looking for the same in Jack Horner from Puss in Boots, but both us and Bug are slapped in the face that no, actually, the Servant was a villain all along...it just leaves me with the impression she's still lying, except now it's with herself.

    Which is a shame. I really did like the prose, if the intro hooking me in wasn't enough of an indication, and I think using this Louhi was really cool (no it has nothing to do with the dragon or being associated with death/a death goddess what are you talking about). The idea of a villain who thinks they're a misunderstood one but is in actuality a through and through villain is neat because I can't help but wanna dig into why she was denying her "best role" in the first place. But the ride was really bumpy to the point that it's hard to properly enjoy the journey.

    ...hopefully that all made sense. That's just how I felt from reading it and this is as best as I can parse it.

    Simon Bar Kokhba: ...a pretender who refuses to pretend yet still is in the pretender class... He probably thinks he doesn't think he deserves any other class, except perhaps Faker. As for my thoughts, minus the part about knowledge of the figure himself, I'm pretty much in agreement with Royd. The angst of him wishing to be a beacon of hope for his people but failing and now he tries to resist the temptation of going down that road again but failing that too... It's pretty compelling.

    Barbara Newhall Follett: ...gosh dang it yet another tragic figure. For me at least. Like. I'm happy she's happier now that she's a Servant...and I'm a sucker for fairy tales too, like she is... But her career being cut off... Her inspiration running dry as her parents split... Her attempts at being "normal" just leading to history repeating with her... All of it culminating to her disappearing. And not only that, her beliefs, nature and experience meaning that...the only reason she doesn't just outright get rid of the thing she hates is that, to me, she has given up on it. What's the point in changing it? So might as well leave it alone. The only thing that matters is being in the world she dreams of, and she pretty much has it. She is now free from "normal society". And I can't help but feel sad about that despite her being (relatively) "fine" now, you know?

    Also:
    "Oh... Oh... She is like my Padrona, but... But without her Hope and Kindness. Like... Like if I hadn't been there to...to...t-t-to..."
    (Assassin wipes his tears away before he gives his signature reassuring, confident smile)
    "Ha ha! Do not worry, Barbara! You are very right! I am no fairy... I am a cat! A very special cat... But still a cat through and through! I do know quite a few fairies though. Come come! I can have you meet them! I'm sure a few of them are still alive and I know just where to find them!"
    (Unsurprisingly, he doesn't mind at all she doesn't want to admit he is a fairy. He sees himself as a cat first and foremost, and more importantly, a cat who helps. Add in the fact that he sees in her his dear Soriana but if she didn't have his support, as if this is a manifestation on what would've become of her if he hadn't helped...of course he is going to do all he can to make her happy)

    Seriously. First Alice in Wonderland, and now my Puss in Boots. What is with Barbara and making fairy tales like her?

    "Höðr"/Mistleteinn: Bad disguise indeed, since it was so obvious something was up right away with the "incomprehensible mutterings" and his "dislikes". But before I get to properly talking about the Servant, lemme get a petulant complaint outta the way: NOOO HODR WHHHHYYYY AAAHHHHHHH. Because yes, my only "complaint" is me childishly wishing Hodr didn't suffer even more. Otherwise...woah. This was really cool. And fucking terrifying. No no. Not the FC, though I'll admit it is prettt intimidating. Nah, that fucking NP is one of my worst nightmares (that is a swarm infecting me) and I hate it which means man it's good that it made me scared. I think. But uh I kinda scattered my thought order. It's really cool 'cause I think it's such a left field yet reasonable explaination on how it gained sentience and incorporating the properties of the mistletoe itself into their NPs.
    I will admit the Keres interaction is incredibly hilarious. XD

    Oh and here. Have this.
    Loki family interactions with Mistleteinn
    Just Loki=Rod:
    "Ugh... My mistakes always bite me in the butt...now one has come back as this. You... As much as I don't want to act like this...stay away from my wife and children."
    (He doesn't hate Mistleteinn. Far from it. But he is a danger to Loki=Rod and his family, so he won't stand for his "antics")

    Just Sigyn & Vali:
    "You... I...recognize you..."
    "So you gained sentience..."
    "Hahaha! Okay. Sure. We'll be happy to have you."
    "Just let me kill Odin..."
    "...me kill vAAaLiI odinson...and then..."
    "...yes, you can show us your respect for us..."
    (Unsurprisingly, two Avengers who want to kill the gods but also want to kill themselves are more than fine with submitting to the mistletoe's twisted love)

    Loki=Rod and Sigyn & Vali:
    "You... I...recognize you..."
    "So you gained sentience..."
    "Hahaha! Okay. Sure. We'll be happy to have you."
    "Just let me kill Odin..."
    "...me kill vAAaLiI odinson...and then..."
    "...yes, you can..."
    "No! Sigyn! Vali! STOP!"
    "My love...?"
    "Father...?"
    (The Hearth God stands between the God-Felling Parasite and his Love for All Eternity and his Son of Steadfast Loyalty)
    "You...Stay Away From Them."
    (It matters not if he is a poor choice of defender for them, nothing will stop him from protecting his family)

    Just Sigyn, Narfi & Nari:
    "I'm sorry. I know you're our sibling...."
    "A child of my beloved..."
    "...and a lot of our half siblings are 'monsters' like you..."
    "But we don't like you."
    "So stay away from our family."
    "We will not let even you have them taken away from us again."

    Just Sigyn:
    "Oh my love... Was our choice the right one...? Ha... I'm sorry dear. But I'm going to have to say to no to all of your suggestions. And stop you."

    The Beatles: You're definitely getting better, because I actually like this sheet too, just like Hubbard. All the stuff in terms of his presentation has been carried over to him and I had a good time. Though I am starting to get the impression you're better at doing sheets with some kind of a comedic tone, so I don't know if that's a good thing or not. Between the two though, I prefer Hubbard by virtue of having a penchant for the "shady businessman" archetype. Still, I'm glad you're getting better at this. Here's to you improving more.

    You missed some BB code tho:

    Quote Originally Posted by Dreamerless View Post
    While playing music, they aren’t just four talented attractive young men, they’re a [B]band[/I].
    "Elisabetha K.": Well, I was quite surprised to see another version of Elisabetha...except I was already raising eyebrows at the fact it was shortened to just "K". So I suspected there was more to it, and I was right...
    ...aaaaaand
    im crying
    im dying
    noooo grieving moms get me
    especially when they lost a child
    but ESPECIALLY the imagery of "unconsciously putting a hand on her stomach"
    idk using that action from a grieving mother always gives me such a visceral reaction
    Ahem. In other (more coherent) words, OUCH OUCH OUCH. Yet another quality DelRey sheet, weaving her story through her skills and NP, taking me on a very, very sad ride in the life of this goddess and a version of the wife that loved a man who loved the stars, yet also fascinating to hear because, well, Slavic (and thus really obscure) goddess and Slavic customs.
    Add in those little things that just get to me right down to my soul and it's...
    again
    im dying
    someone send help

    Also:
    "Ah... Kupalnitsa... I didn't think I would ever see you... I...never did like what the gods did with you... I see no crime in your want to reach out to someome that became so precious to you, no matter what his actions nearly caused. ...I know my words mean little to you, if at all, and I'm being selfish in saying this...but I wished I could have helped you. I can't help but want to when you are a mother seperated from her children and I am god of the family and the hearth. ...so will you allow me to help you find them now?"

    Sajāḥ bint al-Ḥārith & Maslama ibn Ḥabīb: I always look forward to duo Servants because I am just a sucker for them, no matter what their relationship or dynamic. But of course I was happy to see a couple duo Servant...especially after the slaying of Elisabetha--actually never mind I AM ALSO EVISCERATED. Ok admittedly not as bad as with the above sheet but... Despite not that much being said...what was said though? ouch im sad. And then that Bond CE, I'm just... Yes, Arch-Liar, it's a bad idea, and personally I wouldn't be asking, but like...the fact he says (paraphrased) "if you must believe in anything I say, believe this: we wish to leave a scar on you". Knowing his skill...you can't help but wonder. Did he manage to tell the truth?
    Or that, because of his skill...despite him saying "scar"...
    ...perhaps what he actually wants to say is: "we want you to remember us for the rest of your days".

    Prince Charming: Oh hey! Wonderful! A nice pallete cleanser after two sad sheets!
    -in spongebob narrator voice: a few minutes. later-
    im dead
    im bawling
    and i wanna give him a hug so much
    Just...AAAAGGGGGGHHHH WHHHHYYYYYYYY
    We start off with you managing to make a Servant out of a character archetype, an archetype from a "genre" I am a sucker for (and with an FC of Marth to boot), and I am incredibly endeared by it. No charm skill required. He is Prince Charming.
    And then...and then...we get to his NP and...
    Wake up
    AND THEN YOU TEAR MY HEART OUT
    YEAH
    IT'S NOT LIKE I NEEDED IT OR ANYTHING
    Seriously, like... As a Beast, of course his love is twisted, his kit is absolutely terrifying and the world he makes is exactly the thing I don't want as a reality. The idea of the world being frozen by taking of the idea of "happily ever after" but also making it like...that scene from WandaVision where, when Wanda ain't watching, they are essentially "frozen"...brrr.
    And yet
    And yet
    And yet...
    i wanna give him a hug
    i wanna have him see
    he doesn't need to save us
    he just needs to be by someone's side
    stick through thick and thin
    even if there's nothing you can do
    just knowing you're not alone is sometimes all anyone needs
    So even though it's such a horrible idea...
    I feel like, if I met him, and I know the full story of his nature as a Beast...
    I'd still want to give him a hug
    Because who saves the savior when they need saving?

    Virochana=Vairocana: Pfft. Likely to be a low eschatology rating indeed. By consequence, I don't have too much to say about it other than, oh neat I learn about another figure I didn't know about and it's presented in a really interesting way. Okay actually to me it's kinda funny because like...with the narrative you presented (and assuming I understood it correctly), his serene version is just him later in life, and yet the container considers him as two separate beings "fused" into one (which I assume is the case irl, as in they are separate figures) because they really are just that different and/or history thinks they are two different beings because of how different their attitudes are.

    Helen of Troy: -looks it up- Huh. I didn't know this was a thing. Cool idea. In this case, surprisingly for me, I actually like the sheet for all the technical side. Idk. Basically, while my taste doesn't like the "lack of story" in this sheet, it instead noms on the skills and NPs...and likes it. All of them, by themselves, probably wouldn't be much, but all together? With the NPs capping it off? I like it. Which I'm happy about.
    I mean, I'm sad for Eidolon Helen being stuck as...well...this...but yeah.

    Cain: ...i admit. I am...pretty neutral about this, and I don't know what to think of that feeling. I mean, it's Cain. He's a big deal and yet I know so little about him. So when we get the really cool beginning, with him on the moon, and the one who we find out is Azazel talking with him...I don't realize who it is until it's outright mentioned. And then I go "wait why is this happening" and then we get the sheet. And it's written well. I enjoy reading through it. Similarly to Helen, the kit all together makes it enjoyable and neat to read. But after the end I'm like...yeah it was a nice sheet.
    Actually saying that out loud I think it's just that the quality of everyone else blowing everything makes good sheets seem "less" than the others. So maybe that's why I'm neutral.

    Emily Dickinson: ...
    "Here lies DracoScribe
    Cause of death: heart stopped from Feels"
    Because damn it that's what ended up happening again Frenzy.
    YOU WONDER WHY I LOVE YOUR SHEETS
    WELL I'LL START OFF WITH WHY I LOVE THIS SHEET
    We begin with a narration that gives a "once upon a time" feeling
    Then the next section...she tells me, Me, through the screen that she's talking to Me
    We may never actually meet for real, but for now, for this moment...let's take a little walk together
    A little walk through the journey that is her sheet
    Her skills
    Her story
    Her words
    Her journey
    Her little cheeky moment about the relationship section...
    Before it's time to say good-bye
    All of that together
    Just
    Just
    Just
    AGGGGGHHHH
    It's like reenacting my feelings with meeting amazing people on the internet
    I may never get to actually meet them and see their faces
    I may never get to hear their voice and see what their homes are like
    But for this moment
    This space where words can reach anyone who passes by
    We're connected
    I'll admit, Morg's thought were insightful, 'cause I can definitely see that with her NP
    I mean
    It's obviously able to be used offensively
    And it is worrying
    I mean, if there's one thing I made clear with Macaria, there is a difference between accepting Death and just "letting it happen"
    And with the journey that led up to the
    NP
    End
    ...
    Perhaps it's fitting I have a different
    feeling
    thought
    on this End
    Not as an NP to use as an attack
    But rather the End of this
    Sheet
    Journey

    "What You make out of the End is up to You."
    That is why I gave her the title of "A Journey for You and Me".
    And I am not sure if I conveyed all that I love about this sheet well enough, but I hope at least some of it did.

    Nicholas and Perenelle Famel: I can see what you mean but this is more a concept than a character. This feels less like a sheet a more a snippet one shot, the one where we jump back and forth between points in time yet still tell a cohesive story. And honestly I still like it despite of, and because of, that. It tells just enough to not seem like a bunch of random ideas thrown together. The two who reached eternity...have been together for so long they know each other inside and outside and inbetween and in the cracks...that they may as well be one. It feels poignant to me.

    Heraclius=Armilus: I think the best I can describe this is, ironically enough, a fun sheet. I entirely blame the relationship section for that. Specifically against one shining phoenix hero. I mean we got this guy who's supposed to be demonic and fated to fight a Messiah all thanks to a syncretism between him and the fated opponent. And yet here we have him switching between sounding all hyped for fighting and the regality of a king final boss at the end of the world. I don't know. Out of all the things im this sheet, that was what stuck out the most.

    Apep: I'll admit, knowing the FC is Grima is affecting my opinion, in a "this really feels like a rip-off" way. Now, while I don't mind expys (and honestly like making them; I have made them before), this one feels...I don't like saying this but they're the only words I got: it feels lot more amatuerish in using references to the FC. But I think I know why it feels that way to me. While the presentation is most definitely good, all the images strike imposing power and dread of the sun being devoured, there were way more errors than usual from you. From awkward sentences to wrong tenses to missing punctuations, it was to the point that the editor in me couldn't help but bother me throughout my reading of this. I did my best to shut it up, but it was hard to when after that rather strong opening of Apep's titles and FC, like the intro sequence to a boss, the first line of the lore literally begins with two noticeable errors and that continues on for the rest of the lore. Add in the fact that in lore is long, and that meant it was even harder to get through for me. I suspect it's because of the fact you did this on your phone.
    Aaaaand
    I'm
    Dooone...

    Now, before I get to my votes, I just wanna say thank you for the votes for Macaria so far. im happy to see she's well liked.
    i hope my comments on your servants can be even a slight repayment for it.

    Second...

    Honorable mentions (aka the "I FEEL SO BAD I CAN'T GIVE THEM POINTS BUT THE OTHERS JUST HIT ME MORE OK???" category)!

    They are: Unknown Soldiers (Saver), Laevateinn, Eris, Elisabetha K., Alice in Wonderland, Karl May, Garshāsp, Michael (i wanna give her a huuuuuuug ;-;)

    And now it's time for my votes...
    ALL OF WHICH CONTANTSLY FOUGHT WITH EACH OTHER FOR THE TOP SPOT. I SWEAR. EVERYONE WAS SO GOOD. AS USUAL.
    But putting all those thoughts together helped...a litte bit for me decide in the end.

    1 points: Prince Charming
    Aaaaahhhhhhh haaaaaaaaaaa do i really need to repeat myself
    im crying help

    2 points: Parikshit
    Sunshine boi with wisdom? When I also wrote someone who wants to be a sunshine girl with wisdom?
    Of course he's gonna be real high.
    Or well...as high as I can.

    3 points: Emily Dickinson
    doooo i reeaaaallly neeed to explain myself
    if i could i'd give all of my top three the three points i would
    because even now they're all warring with each other in my head on who'll take it
    because they all feel they deserve it from me
    but i can't so i just have to pick one according to my gut
    and my gut says whitefrenzy's emily
    so there

    ok im done
    im out for now
    for the most part
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    "You didn't have to fight for me, you know." "And you didn't have to curl your hair so we'll look even more alike." Ren stared before he softly chuckled, Akira joining him not long after. With one simple decision as a child, Ren Amamiya goes to Tokyo alongside his little sister, Akira. (P5R Sibling AU) (Ren/Ann, Akechi/Fem!Akira)
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    Quote Originally Posted by DracoScribe View Post
    OH WOW GEEZ I WAS NOT EXPECTING THAT PREDICTION
    NOW THE LITTLE KID IN ME IS HAVING UNREALISTIC EXPECTATIONS AND I HAVE TO REMIND HER "NO. IT'S JUST A GUESS. THAT DOESN'T MEAN IT'LL ACTUALLY HAPPEN".
    Hm~ How to tell you you already have more points than anyone right now?

    "Remember? Well, I would say that's quite the surprise!"

    "When was the last time someone remembered us?"

    "Can't say. We don't get out much."

    "And there's never any guarantee a knowable soul is even in the lineup."

    "Well, they tend to push to front when that happens."

    "I suppose even we aren't against a little nostalgia."

    "Not that it's necessary."

    "But it's nice."

    "If only for a moment."

    "To be remembered."

    "What a fine thing!"
    Morg's delightful Servant comp.
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    Quote Originally Posted by SimpleScribe View Post
    Eschatology S-E-J
    On wings of pure light, the Administrator of Alaya soared in the skies of Elysium. Far below her flight were the myriad islands reserved for Humanity’s Finest. Each island was a sacred temple dedicated to the Thrice-Lived Heroes…

    Sacred temples desecrated with onslaught of combat.

    The native warriors of Greece fought intruders on their blessed lands. Corpses of Cold Ice. Infected flesh shambling from craved open graves. Marauders from between Wylds. Conquerors of Time and Space. Galloping Hordes of Gold and Fire. Deceived Believers of False Gods.

    It was an even fight for those chosen by Macaria. The armies of Valhalla, Avalon, Tír na nÓg and the like are no doubt fighting just as feverishly in their own battlefields. Soon enough when they inevitably triumph over their opposition, they shall march upon Elysium by Olympus’s request…

    At the Throne of Heroes’s request.

    Because this is not just the End of the World.

    It is a battle that will determine the Fate of the Throne.

    For the End to have occurred in a location so crucial to the Throne, compounded by the fact that the ripples made by the End’s conclusion will deeply scar the Throne and its interconnected network of Heroic Spirits…

    The Throne of Heroes will do all it can to mitigate the worst of the End.

    Before it is too late.

    For there are things even the Throne have hidden deep within itself.

    Sophia knew all this of course.

    She is those of Wisdom.

    She is one of the Architects of the Throne by her very nature.

    Her aim is not the dismantling of the Throne however.

    She only intends to do her duty for atonement: To activate the mechanism for Gnosis for all Mankind.

    To bring Humanity into the World of Light and led them closer to Monad.

    This is the action the Throne has allowed her permission to perform when the Time of Reckoning has arrived.

    This is…

    This is all she wants to do now.

    Flying over the Blessed Isles, gliding over the glimmering oceans and flowing rivers between the islands, the Goddess of Wisdom remained stoic. A far cry from her usual façade of smiles and cheer.

    In her mind, she saw a cottage underneath a tree of wisdom. Someone was waiting for her inside. When she opened the door, they weren’t there anymore.

    She heard a hissing on her shoulders, shaking her out of stupor.

    It is nothing.

    The Serpent of Eden hissed again.

    I knew he would die. I saw that man coming a mile away.

    Another hiss.

    I could have prevented it. I have the power to.

    Then why didn’t you?

    Sophia remained silent.

    He was just a brief fancying. He meant…

    Nothing, for he is just a human I am supposed to love. Says the Mother of Humanity.

    Nothing, for he is just a human who is the same as any other. Says the Machine of Monad.

    Love will not help her dissolve the Darkness.

    She felt nothing.

    The Serpent on her shoulder hissed.

    Then why are you Sad?

    For a perfect being who is always in control of their emotions, down to the smallest twitch of their mouth…

    Why is there a part of Darkness inside you?

    Sophia pursed her lips.

    He loved me.

    A Love as genuine and pure as the World of Light.

    That is what she saw in that boy’s eyes.

    And now he is gone.

    Even if she were to put all his pieces back together,

    It wouldn’t be him.

    The Serpent hissed.

    Sophia stayed silent.

    He would’ve been a wonderful syzygy.

    A perfect half for the imperfect emanation of wisdom who was never formed with one.

    If only she had someone like him by her side,

    Maybe she wouldn’t have made that mistake all those eons ago.

    The Serpent blinks, understanding his mother’s feelings.

    Then slithered into the safety of her light as she landed on a specific island. The waves of the Aegean Sea ebbed and flowed on the beach as if Elysium itself was breathing. The Isles of the Blessed held many connections and liminal passageways that linked those lands to distant lands belonging to other Textures. Owing this metaphysical quirk to the Throne of Heroes, some of the prerequisite conditions an Isle must possess to be considered a part of Elysium is either they originated from the Graecian Texture such as the Isle of Achilles, Leuke; they are heavily linked to housing Heroic Spirits such as Avalon; or…

    They are said to be locations of a Holy Site. A literal Blessed Isle.

    Having seen this island many times already, its significance blunted, the Ruler of Light began to walk barefoot across the wet sands. Sand became grass, grass became stone. She hiked past the forests. She climbed the stone steps. She paid no mind to the Skies of Elysium turning a darkened blue.

    A Blue Fire of Destruction.

    It only serves as a sign that the End’s progress is continuing unhindered.

    It was not long until she reached a certain cave.

    Only a single man stood before the cave’s mouth.

    The sight of him filled her with so much loathing and rage…

    And yet her face showed nothing but a perpetual, cold frown.

    The man smiled at her approach, a bow of respect disguising a gesture of mockery.



    Simon Magus

    The Father of Gnosticism

    The Founder of Light

    The Believer of Monad

    The Sorcerer from Gnosis

    The Magician who witnessed the breadth of Wisdom

    And believed that there is more

    Seven Archons to Herald his advent

    Seven Luminaries to create the Physical

    Seven Emanations of the False God

    He who has seen the Light…

    And rejected it in favor of his Own

    The Deceiver

    The Trickster

    The Liar

    He lies. He lies. He lies.

    Do not listen. Do not listen. Do not listen.

    Tear off your ears. Rip out your eyes. Cut off your hands.

    This World is a Lie.

    He is the False Shepard.

    And we are his flock trapped in this eternal Hell.

    Eschatology Rating: EX

    “Greetings, traveler. Have you come to pay your prayers to this auspicious holy site?” The man’s smile was disarming to all at first glance, but…

    A red spear parried a thrown Sword of Flames. The spear’s owner had materialized from the aether. Their soft eyes stayed on the Mother of Light.

    “No more lies.” A demand from the woman. The Sword of the End returned to her hand.



    An unholy noise that mimics a laugh came from the so-called man.

    “Why dear Mother, where is your blessed smile? Where is your bright bravado? Where is the motherly facade you used to deceive the last Judge?”

    In a mere blink, the humble man transmogrified into a man whose arrogance exceeded the Divine. His jeers from his taunting smirk only highlighted his aspect of cruel mocking.
    Sophia remained without emotion.

    Deceive?

    Deceive that boy?

    When his eyes saw through all that she was,

    And still accepted her?

    The corner of her mouth curved.

    “You believe yourself to be John?”
    A simple question she asked.

    The Liar of the Universe only smiled.


    “Did you not know, dear Mother? Oh of course you do. It was this island that the Apostle received the Revelations. Oh, if only he knew which God had given him those visions.”
    His voice stifled his laughter as he explained.


    “To begin the conquest where the End was first foretold, there is no greater location than Patmos to emerge from the prison far below.”
    Samael said. His blood red spear was planted between him and his grandmother by Light.

    “Could you believe that they lumped me in with all the other Liars and Snakes in that frozen lake?”
    Dajjal wiped a tear from his joyous eyes. “I thought I would never be rid of Lucifer’s incessant complaining!”

    “But now the first seal has been broken, I only required the smallest crack in one of the chains that tied me down. Soon I will break all the rest and free my true body from deep within that Hell. And raise my infernal armies to conquer the Throne! And soon the World that I will recreate in my image!”


    A memory of clay flashed in her mind. She can still feel the lump of clay hidden away on her body.

    Dajjal raised his brow.

    “Oh? And just what is that hidden away in a small invisible sack on your side?”

    Sophia raised her hand. A seed of pure light floated above her palm.

    “A memento to remember this World by.”

    The Administrator of Alaya tilted her hand and the seed planted itself into the ground. She then drew a line in the dirt between her and her mistake.

    “Planting that tree before me? A sign of arrogance of the highest order!”
    The Hypocrite laughed with spite. “And I had assumed you had come before me to cut me down before I had the chance to eat at its roots! I had assumed you would make sure no one could sabotage its growth!”

    “You truly intend to uplift Mankind while also fending us off?”
    Samael had stepped just before the line. His spear pointed down. “Rather than simply erasing it all with a mere snap of your fingers?”

    It would have been as easy as the First Archon said, but…

    She remembers those eyes of green that saw the best in her.

    “We are both Shepards. Fighting over the same flock.”

    She looked upon the Army of the Damned that marched on Elysium in the distant Isles. She saw the Thrice-Reborn Heroes of the Blessed triumphing and dying against these tribes of Gog and Magog. She saw the Crows and Ravens feasting and growing from the fresh corpses.

    She looked up at the dome of stars that hid the Witch of the North Star and the Forgotten Goddess. She saw the glimmer of Hatred and Night clashing with each other for ownership of the Sky. She saw the Sun and Moon eclipsing their throne.

    She looked back at her Son. And his Son. She saw the sapling that she had planted bearing fruit already, having grown to her height. An apple hung just above her awaiting hand. An apple of the same strand as the one she coaxed Eve to eat.

    And just like Eve, she took a bite out of it.

    Savoring the flesh, her dead eyes simply stared at the First Archon and the Deceiver…

    Then she spat towards Samael.

    An apple seed, speeding like a bullet.

    That pierced the perfect skin of Samael.

    The First Archon reeled back in disbelief…

    But recovered the next moment to charge. His spear poised for her heart.

    Already the tree’s aura had permeated Patmos.

    No one underneath her or her Son or his Sons may approach without the risk of Gnosis.

    Yggdrasil. The Bodhi Tree. Irminsul. The Oak of Dodona. Sampo. The Branch of Gaia. Merlin’s Prison.

    The Tree of Knowledge is of the same family.

    A Paradise in the form of Branches and Leaves.

    Its roots have already dug into the ground to fortify its grip on Elysium.

    And allow the Armies of the Throne safe passage to these Isles through them.

    But… that doesn’t matter to Sophia anymore.

    The Realization is all she wants to do now.

    There is… nothing left for her in this World.

    Nothing at all.

    Even as she moved her arms to fight back against the First Archon, even as she closed her eyes to ignore the rest of Elysium, even as she fought to defend the Tree of Knowledge…

    She can still see him.

    Only his back. Only his flowing green hair. His hands clasped behind his back. His gentle humming that tickled her ears.

    She wishes for him to turn around.

    He will not. Not even in a dream.

    ---

    “So the Big Angel wants to make everyone Gods, the Little Angel wants to kill a Snake, and Aunt Theia just wants to burn everything?”

    Soaring high above Elysium’s Skies, roaring was the Chariot Troias Tragōidia, their owner digested the information his other half relayed.

    “I fear they alone are not our only opponents.” Patroclus shook his head as the winds battered his hair.

    “Ha, that just means more fighting for us!”
    The Comet Runner hooked his arm around his best pal’s neck.

    Patroclus can never get used to his beloved’s exuberance. “Indeed it does…”

    Speeding off towards where Theia, Pyrrha, and the others had landed to do battle, their flight path was straight and narrow, but…

    A new presence pulled on Patroclus’s mind. His eyes darted towards a direction. Then another. Then another. Then another.

    Down below upon the Verdant Fields of the Blessed Isles, where Heroes of similar status fought, maws of abyssal pitch blackness opened…

    And armies of the damned spilled out. Specters and Demons and Soldiers of all denominations marched from their beachheads and began their incursions against each other… and against Elysium.

    A rallying roar made by the Thrice-Born Heroes rang across Elysium in response to the new enemies.

    As if it was an order given by Macaria herself to defend their Blessed Home.

    “Achilles…” Patroclus called his beloved’s attention.

    “Yeah… Looks like Tartarus decided now to open up the gates to his pit. Something happened to old man Hades and his House.”
    Achilles saw what Patroclus did. His scowl was fierce with focus.

    “It is the End of the World. The Throne allowed this.” Patroclus gave the only explanation they needed.

    Achilles narrowed his eyes. “Nah… There’s always something more to this. Pat, I know you already sensed them before I did.”

    Patroclus nodded before pointing the way towards one of the many instigators of the End. The greatest of them all.

    “She’s there. She wants us to find her.” Patroclus swallowed his nerve for Achilles.

    “You think Aunt Pyrrha can handle Theia without us?” The Comet Runner pulled the reins to steer the chariot towards their new direction.

    “She has companions that I know personally. I vouch for their sincerity.” Patroclus nodded.

    Achilles grinned nary a doubt in his heart. “That’s all I need to hear! Let’s go!”

    A fire in his heart, a will that can never be shaken, with a partner he will not part from again, the Great Achilles sped like a comet towards the End of the World.

    ---

    The Tower of Cronos. One of the many passages into Elysium proper, overseen by her keeper, one of the few safe havens left upon the Blessed Isles that was untouched by the sudden bloodshed.

    Nary but a few Heroic Spirits stand at its base, defending the unable from the fight.

    “Hold fast, Warriors of Elysium! Defend our resting place with your final breaths!” The Daughter of Elysium commanded the Shades she personally guided to this afterlife. Her spear commanded the Land she is given charge of to ward off all invaders through roots and rocks.

    Wielding his enchanted bow, firing arrows dectuple times, King Parikshit of Kuru couldn’t help but feel irked. “So when can we expect reinforcements? I’m all for playing defense, but this ain’t the Devasura. We can’t keep this up if the ground underneath us is buckling.” He voiced his observation towards the woman while offhandedly pincushioning a rampaging berserker.

    “Tartarus has broken his bonds. The land trembles as if it is Lord Poseidon’s handiwork. The Prisoners of the Throne are beginning to free themselves. The Throne of Heroes shall activate its immunity system before long. We must hold out before we can counter attack.” Macaria scanned the scarred battlefield. Craters that led to the myriad Hells of Tartarus, Yomi, Naraka, Xibalba, and the like dotted the lands of the Blessed. “The only armies that shall answer our immediate call would be those attached to our Legends and Phantasms.”

    “Oh well that’s great…!”
    The King’s face falls when he remembers what his capabilities are. “Oh dang. I don’t have my armies. Or any armies. That’s like coming to a duel without a sword! You sure I can’t just send a message though the line? Or has the Throne messaging system gone kaput?”

    The Daughter of Hades winced. “I have tried. Several parties are interfering with the connections. We are essentially on our own.”

    “Great!”
    Exclaimed the jokester.

    “Indeed.” Groaned the psychopomp.

    “I’m telling ya! The venue’s packed full! Just think of the ticket profits!”
    A Conman shouted into a phone that somehow still had a signal. “Look, just get the boys over here and it’d be a real concert!”

    L. Ron Hubbard tapped the screen to hang up. He snapped and a fireball incinerated a spearman that was getting too close.

    “Astra’s out cold. Walpurga’s magic isn’t helping. Both Pagan nor Christian.” He relayed. “She’s having a nice dream though. I can tell.”

    Macaria’s eyes were fret with worry, but pushed it down for the more immediate situation.

    “And the Sage?”


    Hubbard shrugged and thumbed at the Tower’s peak. “He’s watching it all go down at the top.”

    The Disciple of the Destroyer stood resolute before Elysium. His eyes spectated the Isle of the Blessed as if this would be its final days.

    “I guess it’s too much to ask for his help.” The Conman sighs. “I know this is all a test from Shiva, but it wouldn’t hurt to hurl a fireball or two.”

    “No. He was sent as our Proctor. He will remain as such. We cannot expect the Gods to help forever.”
    Macaria believed.

    “Don’t I know it.” The Survivor of the Great War couldn’t help but chuckle.

    “It shall be today where we prove to the Gods that Mankind no longer requires their oversight.”
    The Goddess of Death spoke as she noticed the next wave of invaders scrambling from their beachheads. “Warriors! Our Wills are unbreakable!”

    At her call, the slain of Elysium stood once again. Their fires reignited, their weapons stained with ichor, their deaths unreaped. Battalions of Blessed Undead filed out from the Tower of Cronos. As if their time of death was never recorded on the Throne.

    “How many times can you do that?” Hubbard whistled.

    Beads of sweat condensed on Macaria’s temples; her grip on Elysium’s Key wavered. “As many times as necessary. I am Elysium’s guardian. I will protect this place with my last vestige.”

    “Don’t strain yourself now. That ‘many times’ is rapidly approaching since we started.”
    Parikshit drew back his bowstring.

    “I-”

    “MACA!”


    A shout from above drew their attention.

    A Witch on a flying broom diving straight for them.

    “We need to go! Giant Tree! Fimbulvinter! The Sky is going to Fall! World Pillar!” Walpurga the Witch had her hand outstretched for the daughter.

    “Sounds like your cue.” Hubbard clicked his tongue.

    “We’ll hold down the fort. Don’t underestimate my skills of command.” The King of Kuru chuckled with a salute.

    Macaria nodded. She has held faith in Mankind for the longest time. It will not change now.

    “Elysium is with you.”

    The Daughter of Heracles raised her arm high in the sky.

    And was hoisted away towards a tree that glowed with the brilliance of Heaven.

    “Never thought I’d fight alongside you.” Parikshit smiled as he shot down a horde of demons.

    “You know what? Same here.” Laughed the Father of Scientology.

    Their laughter began to blend alongside the fresh harvest of Thrice-Born as scores of invaders died to the defense of the Guests of Elysium.

    ---

    The winds of Elysium howled as my chariot galloped across the gales. Islands of Heroes like me were embroiled in bloody combat below. The Oceans that waved between them were raging with Poseidon’s anger.

    There was only one Island we were going towards.

    It was the only one that was at the Edge of Elysium.

    “Oi… Pat…” I said to the side.

    “It is that one.” My best friend knew my question.

    “But you just broke out of there.” I knew exactly what that Island was.

    I spent all my time waiting for him there to do just that.

    “I know.” His words felt like his heart was threatening to be torn in two.

    As did mine.

    “But She intends to break the Seal as per her nature.”
    Pat explained. “Either by herself or…”

    “With you.”
    I said.

    The Scion of the Titans nodded.

    Sisters Moirai Above, please let me turn this chariot around. Anything to keep that woman from getting her hands on him.

    Pat held on to my hand holding the reins.

    “We cannot defy their Strings.” He could say anything to convince me.

    “We can try!” And I will suggest anything to solve things my way.

    He shook his head, as much as I knew it pained him.

    “It is our Destiny, Achilles. It is the same as the choice your mother gave you.”


    My mother… If it weren’t for that dumb prophecy though…

    I wouldn’t have met Pat.

    “Destiny can be changed.” I wasn’t sure I believed that.

    “When Chaos is involved, maybe ours too.” Pat mused wistfully.

    That same Chaos was waiting for us on that island. Standing right next to the ornate capstone that sealed Pat’s family inside a cyclical Hell where they will fight each other for all eternity…

    It was the same stone that Pat’s uncle swallowed.

    It was the same stone that the woman below gave to Rhea.

    No… it was hard to call that thing a person.

    They only wore a person’s face.

    And their smile.

    It was a mockery.

    Landing atop the shores of the ruins from a bygone era, we disembarked with solemn frowns. She only watched us with her fake smile and eerie eyes.

    “Stay by my side.” Pat told me as he ripped his flaming sword from his spine.

    “Duh. From now on. Always.” I almost didn’t answer because of how cool that looked. My spear rested squarely on my shoulders. It was heavier than my shield.

    It wasn’t long before I got a better look at that woman’s face.



    Eris

    From the Beginning

    She was always there

    Sometimes One

    Sometimes Three

    Sometimes Two

    Always there

    For Chaos

    For Order

    For a Good Story

    For Dyeus

    For The Sky Father

    For Zeus

    Her honeyed Lies

    Her bitter Truths

    To Weave a Tale worth telling

    What does it mean to be a Hero?

    To suffer and writhe

    To triumph and prosper

    To be overtake all challenger and strife

    To become the One True Hero

    Eschatology Rating: EX

    Her gaze was… disgusting. That is all I can describe her as.

    Her smile only widened, far more than humanly possible.

    “Great Achilles, I do not recall gifting you a mouth to spit such venomous contempt.” Eris hummed.

    “His mind is his own, Goddess. Stay out of it.” Pat raised both his voice and his sword towards her.

    The Goddess of Chaos only shrugged off the threat before feeling the texture of the massive boulder.

    “Troy was entertaining. I still remember the events so clearly. I can see why the Gods still wish to reminisce.” She began to lecture. I recognized a hint of spitefulness from her.

    It reminded me of Teach’s lectures. I didn’t particularly like listening to them.

    My spear aimed for her heart.

    “They didn’t need to drag Pat into it.” I snarled. “They didn’t need to drag all of us into it.”

    She laughed. It sounded like the noise of Creation.

    “And deprive you of your Destiny, oh Achilles? Of your Wrath?” She reminded me.

    “Of your Love?” She gestured to Pat standing right beside me.

    “No wonder why you weren’t invited to mom and dad’s wedding.” My teeth strained from how hard I gritted.

    I saw a crease in her eye. Of bitterness? Of disdain? I couldn’t tell from her condescending smile.

    “What was Zeus’s demand this time, Goddess?” Pat spoke coldly.

    The Goddess only smiled and widened her arms as if the Heavens rested on her hands.

    “A battle that shall birth the One True Hero.” She says. “A War that shall forge the greatest Myth from the corpses of the World.”

    “And what better setting for it than the End of the World!”

    She said it so plainly. I thought it was a joke.

    “To pit the Heroes of the World, the Heroes of the Throne against each other…” Numbly, she shook her head.
    “There is no better opportunity…”

    Then she raised her hands up high as if beseeching the World to pay attention to her.

    “I grant the Throne of Heroes my greatest gift.”

    Pat and I were already rushing towards her.

    “My greatest Trial.”

    Our weapons aimed for her heart and head.

    “The greatest Myth.”

    We both know that something like this won’t kill her. She knew our every move since the beginning.

    “The greatest War.”

    But… we had to try.

    “My greatest Creation.”

    Our weapons pierced through her flesh, pushing us three against the Omphalos Stone.

    And she whispered,

    “For the greatest Glory.”

    A crack.

    There shouldn’t have been a crack.

    I heard the shouting of the dead from below.

    “Achilles…” Pat called for me.

    “Yeah…” I knew.

    This was a dumb idea.

    An explosion of stone rocked the island. The three of us were blown away by the force as the Sealing Stone of the Titans disintegrated.

    And before my very eyes, I saw them.

    The Black Interstellar Fleet of Cronos.

    Spilling out from the newly opened passageway out of Mount Othrys.

    Because what is an Island but a Mountain underwater?

    The Titans are freed.

    Pat’s Family. His fellow Prisoners. Reenactors of the Trojan War, in mockery of the Titanomachia.

    “A Key of Titan Bone, wielded by hands of Olympus Pardon.”

    Eris was already standing, marveling at the story she has weaved.

    “I was never meant to be forgiven!” Pat shouted over the winds…

    … What?

    Pat turned to me with saddened eyes. My own eyes were just like his.

    Zeus… was never going to…?

    “I’m sorry, my love.” He whispered to me.

    Eris only rocked her head; I knew she was smiling like a winner. “You have forgotten who has nurtured you, my dear child.”

    It was her.

    She asked Zeus to pardon him from that hellhole.

    She is why he’s here.

    “Pat…” My mind raced faster than my legs.

    An orange blur was faster. Her hand gripped his neck and over his mouth as she flew towards the opening with him. Pat’s hand was reaching out to me.

    “Pat!” I was already running after them…

    And jumped into the punishment that Pat has endured for eternities just to be with me.

    “Well done, Eris! With the vestigial flames of my kin, I will seize control of the Black Fleet and raze all of Elysium to ashes!”

    The laughter of Theia and the chanting of the Titans overwhelmed my ears.

    And yet still, I refuse to let Pat out of my sight as we fell deep into the Pits of Tartarus.

    I already lost him once at Troy…

    I won’t lose him again.

    ---

    At the threshold of Tartarus, Eris merely looked upon the stream of ships and souls pouring out into the dying night skies.

    She heard the burning fires of Prometheus behind her.

    She closed her eyes as she reminisced on the Age of Bronze.

    “So you started it.” The Daughter of Pandora bitterly observed.

    “I have.” The Goddess shamelessly confirmed.

    “Was the Floodings not enough for you?” Pyrrha said with contempt.

    “The Titans? The Trojans? The other Pantheons? Was it all not enough for Zeus?”

    The Goddess of Chaos’s heart beats so calmly with the knowledge that her story will have the perfect Ending.

    “We loved him. And he loved us. We did it all for him.”

    “This… This isn’t Love. Not anymore. Can’t you see what he has become?”

    “It is not a Love the two of you would recognize.”

    “If this is what the Love of Gods, of Aphrodite looks like, then I’ll remain where I am.”

    Somewhere… in Chaos’s heart, a twisting.

    “Then perish, O’ Hero. Like all the other failures-”



    Jarir Ibn Abdullah Al Bajali

    Abandoned But not Forgotten

    Elusive Prophet

    Shade of Arabia

    Higher Cause of the Companions

    Cancer of the Moon Cell

    Cold, Mechanical, Unfeeling

    Righteous, Unyielding, Zealous

    To Bring Down the Gods

    To End the Reign of the Divine

    All in the name of the Messiah

    Corruption Detected

    Error Error Error

    Exiled to the Dark Side

    Banished to the Far Side

    Prerogatives Slipping

    Humanity guides his Ire

    Heretics must be purged

    The False Gods must be burned

    The Iconoclasm must be continued

    Eschatology Rating: B+

    A chain of explosions cascaded across the Black Fleet. The hooting and hollering of a certain Comet Runner can be heard in the distance. Dashing between the ships that had sailed the Sea of Stars was the Chariot of the Fastest Hero of Greece.

    Eris looked on at the carnage that reminded her of that fateful day. The day when she placed Zeus on that throne to become the King of the Sky. His glorious might surrounded by the wreckage of the Titans…

    Those same bones fell from the skies before her very eyes…

    A whistle of awe sounded behind her.

    “Is that one of Noah’s boys?” Pyrrha said.

    Eris closed her eyes.

    “The Great Fleet… In another Texture, the Shipwright was named ‘Nuh’. That is the Texture the newcomer hails from.”

    Then opened them.

    In the far off distance, she saw her children in that chariot.

    In armor scorched, Achilles laughing in triumphant glee.

    Patroclus burned embers, but was smiling wry by Achilles’s side.

    And gripping tightly on the chariot as the third passenger…

    The Prophet of Iconoclasms.

    Hatred. Fury. Wrath. Anger. Indignation. Resentment.

    Towards all Gods.

    Towards the Mother of those Gods.

    Towards her.

    She saw a kinship in those broken eyes filled with liquid rage. To be given a task only they can perform. To create Heroes. To destroy Pantheons.

    As the trio above tore a path through Cronos’s fleet, Eris does nothing but spectate.

    That is what she has always done when all is said and done.

    Pivoting on her heels, she decided to watch the spectacle from a better venue…

    “Wait a minute.”

    An unbearable heat was leveled at her neck.

    “Are you tapping out?”

    “I have created the setting with the most potential. May the One True Hero rise from the mountain of corpses and rain of ash.”

    “Always starting drama, never cleaning up after yourself.”

    “That is why I nurtured Heroes like you.”

    Eris only smiled.

    A thunderous roar of an engine erupted from the Pit of Tartarus.

    “Besides… our cousin will see our plan through.”

    “That old hag found her old body…”

    Pyrrha snarlS as she ignores the embodiment of Chaos to focus on the greater threat.

    Eris walks away, humming a long forgotten song from a time of her life as mortal.

    No one but her and him will recognize it.

    The Second Seal has been broken.

    AN
    I think I am burned out on writing this story. It has been almost two weeks since the last update and the anxiety from trying to write this update was taking much from me.

    I humbly beg for your forgiveness towards my unsightliness in being an ungracious host. I genuinely loved writing, but all things must End so to speak.

    I can't even bring myself to write my impressions on Simon, Eris, and Jarir. And the others for that matter.

    Maybe if pressed, I could. If you want my impressions on your sheet, then please indicate to me. I will try my best to write down my thoughts that I had when I first read them when you first posted them all those days ago.

    My votes will come soon-ish. If I still have time.

    Ah, if you truly wish to know how the story was meant to go, then please ask me and I will try my best to parse together the plotline. Or if you want to know what happens to your own servant, I can write out their intended character arc if you'd like.

    I am again terribly sorry for letting you down. Just ask me for what you need of me and I will do my best to provide like the good host I strived to be.
    Dude, it is ALL GOOD- between this, Rework, and Schlock War, you MORE than deserve the break- just please do so before your brain bursts lmao.

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    Hi, hello, new person here. Well, new to posting; honestly I've been engaging in this site since the first Create-a-Servant thread, and I wanted to finally make an account so that I could properly thank...well, really all of you sheet creators for giving me such wonderful enjoyment with your work over the course of the past several years, but in this specific instance to Scribe, for their incredible efforts throughout this contest. You took on for yourself an incredibly challenging task, and your Eschatology writings were genuinely some of the most invested I've been with a Fate fanfic in years. You were and are a truly excellent host, and I applaud you for your dedication and for your ability to admit that the project was draining you. Your mental and emotional well-being come first, and that is far more important than any story. Please be kind to yourself, because you deserve kindness!

    Also, since I'm here, I may as well vote, should I not? Assuming that my votes count, given that this is literally my first post, but what the Hell, might as well.

    Honorable Mentions: Basically everyone who's not getting points, because you're all amazing, but extra special kudos go to Katsuie Matsukara (As someone who's recently recovered from a Saint Seiya binge, this sheet just makes me smile), Macaria and the Keres (Two halves of a whole that are both equally worthy of being recognized, and just fun characters to boot), Emily Dickinson (Heart-wrenching, deeply felt, and so well-written) and L. Ron Hubbard (Perfect faceclaim, perfect personality, perfect asshole. You gotta love it!)

    1 Point: Barbara Newhall Follett (I had never heard about this person before your sheet, and now I am obsessed. She just seems so sad and so fascinating and so ethereal that I can't not give her the nod.)

    2 Points: Prince Charming (Utena faceclaim? Utena faceclaim! And attached to a beautifully terrifying concept that just feels so perfect and yet so wrong! A moment of eternal bliss, eternal stagnation, of ceasing to think in the moment of perfect happiness...it truly is a twisted expression of Love.)

    3 Points: "Alice in Wonderland" (Random, you've done it again. Your work is always absolutely sparkling, and this sheet is no exception. The way you've constructed her personality and her story, the character interactions, the introduction of Alice Values, the promise of more to come, and all of that in a Servant sheet with tight mechanics and interesting concepts? I would give her my heart if I could, but I'm sure there are far better hearts for her to use, so maybe could she settle for three points?)

    Once again, thanks to Scribe and everyone else for their wonderful work, and for making this probably the most absorbing contest in quite some time. Awesome job, everyone!
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    Quote Originally Posted by SimpleScribe View Post
    Scribe being awesome again
    Thank you for writing this especially since you didn't have to and for the praises. It means a lot coming from someone as awesome as you. It makes sense that Mistilteinn would go after Sophia and her accident due to their associations with light. I also haven't thought of this but omg witch Walpurga would be their worst enemy alongside their fiery sister.

    Quote Originally Posted by DracoScribe View Post
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    Holy, how long did this take you to write all of this and how did you do it (jealous face). Thank you for your comments on Mistilteinn and Loki and his family's reactions to them. Hilariously, I wasn't actually trying to make fear one of the emotions the sheet is meant to convey though I see why you would feel that way. As for the reactions, it's about what I expected with them rejecting Mistilteinn. Though, due to their loyalty to Loki, they would listen to his orders like actually staying away from his family so just have Loki order them some more and they would be harmless as a kitty in no time.

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    Quote Originally Posted by SimpleScribe View Post
    Eschatology S-E-J
    On wings of pure light, the Administrator of Alaya soared in the skies of Elysium. Far below her flight were the myriad islands reserved for Humanity’s Finest. Each island was a sacred temple dedicated to the Thrice-Lived Heroes…

    Sacred temples desecrated with onslaught of combat.

    The native warriors of Greece fought intruders on their blessed lands. Corpses of Cold Ice. Infected flesh shambling from craved open graves. Marauders from between Wylds. Conquerors of Time and Space. Galloping Hordes of Gold and Fire. Deceived Believers of False Gods.

    It was an even fight for those chosen by Macaria. The armies of Valhalla, Avalon, Tír na nÓg and the like are no doubt fighting just as feverishly in their own battlefields. Soon enough when they inevitably triumph over their opposition, they shall march upon Elysium by Olympus’s request…

    At the Throne of Heroes’s request.

    Because this is not just the End of the World.

    It is a battle that will determine the Fate of the Throne.

    For the End to have occurred in a location so crucial to the Throne, compounded by the fact that the ripples made by the End’s conclusion will deeply scar the Throne and its interconnected network of Heroic Spirits…

    The Throne of Heroes will do all it can to mitigate the worst of the End.

    Before it is too late.

    For there are things even the Throne have hidden deep within itself.

    Sophia knew all this of course.

    She is those of Wisdom.

    She is one of the Architects of the Throne by her very nature.

    Her aim is not the dismantling of the Throne however.

    She only intends to do her duty for atonement: To activate the mechanism for Gnosis for all Mankind.

    To bring Humanity into the World of Light and led them closer to Monad.

    This is the action the Throne has allowed her permission to perform when the Time of Reckoning has arrived.

    This is…

    This is all she wants to do now.

    Flying over the Blessed Isles, gliding over the glimmering oceans and flowing rivers between the islands, the Goddess of Wisdom remained stoic. A far cry from her usual façade of smiles and cheer.

    In her mind, she saw a cottage underneath a tree of wisdom. Someone was waiting for her inside. When she opened the door, they weren’t there anymore.

    She heard a hissing on her shoulders, shaking her out of stupor.

    It is nothing.

    The Serpent of Eden hissed again.

    I knew he would die. I saw that man coming a mile away.

    Another hiss.

    I could have prevented it. I have the power to.

    Then why didn’t you?

    Sophia remained silent.

    He was just a brief fancying. He meant…

    Nothing, for he is just a human I am supposed to love. Says the Mother of Humanity.

    Nothing, for he is just a human who is the same as any other. Says the Machine of Monad.

    Love will not help her dissolve the Darkness.

    She felt nothing.

    The Serpent on her shoulder hissed.

    Then why are you Sad?

    For a perfect being who is always in control of their emotions, down to the smallest twitch of their mouth…

    Why is there a part of Darkness inside you?

    Sophia pursed her lips.

    He loved me.

    A Love as genuine and pure as the World of Light.

    That is what she saw in that boy’s eyes.

    And now he is gone.

    Even if she were to put all his pieces back together,

    It wouldn’t be him.

    The Serpent hissed.

    Sophia stayed silent.

    He would’ve been a wonderful syzygy.

    A perfect half for the imperfect emanation of wisdom who was never formed with one.

    If only she had someone like him by her side,

    Maybe she wouldn’t have made that mistake all those eons ago.

    The Serpent blinks, understanding his mother’s feelings.

    Then slithered into the safety of her light as she landed on a specific island. The waves of the Aegean Sea ebbed and flowed on the beach as if Elysium itself was breathing. The Isles of the Blessed held many connections and liminal passageways that linked those lands to distant lands belonging to other Textures. Owing this metaphysical quirk to the Throne of Heroes, some of the prerequisite conditions an Isle must possess to be considered a part of Elysium is either they originated from the Graecian Texture such as the Isle of Achilles, Leuke; they are heavily linked to housing Heroic Spirits such as Avalon; or…

    They are said to be locations of a Holy Site. A literal Blessed Isle.

    Having seen this island many times already, its significance blunted, the Ruler of Light began to walk barefoot across the wet sands. Sand became grass, grass became stone. She hiked past the forests. She climbed the stone steps. She paid no mind to the Skies of Elysium turning a darkened blue.

    A Blue Fire of Destruction.

    It only serves as a sign that the End’s progress is continuing unhindered.

    It was not long until she reached a certain cave.

    Only a single man stood before the cave’s mouth.

    The sight of him filled her with so much loathing and rage…

    And yet her face showed nothing but a perpetual, cold frown.

    The man smiled at her approach, a bow of respect disguising a gesture of mockery.



    Simon Magus

    The Father of Gnosticism

    The Founder of Light

    The Believer of Monad

    The Sorcerer from Gnosis

    The Magician who witnessed the breadth of Wisdom

    And believed that there is more

    Seven Archons to Herald his advent

    Seven Luminaries to create the Physical

    Seven Emanations of the False God

    He who has seen the Light…

    And rejected it in favor of his Own

    The Deceiver

    The Trickster

    The Liar

    He lies. He lies. He lies.

    Do not listen. Do not listen. Do not listen.

    Tear off your ears. Rip out your eyes. Cut off your hands.

    This World is a Lie.

    He is the False Shepard.

    And we are his flock trapped in this eternal Hell.

    Eschatology Rating: EX

    “Greetings, traveler. Have you come to pay your prayers to this auspicious holy site?” The man’s smile was disarming to all at first glance, but…

    A red spear parried a thrown Sword of Flames. The spear’s owner had materialized from the aether. Their soft eyes stayed on the Mother of Light.

    “No more lies.” A demand from the woman. The Sword of the End returned to her hand.



    An unholy noise that mimics a laugh came from the so-called man.

    “Why dear Mother, where is your blessed smile? Where is your bright bravado? Where is the motherly facade you used to deceive the last Judge?”

    In a mere blink, the humble man transmogrified into a man whose arrogance exceeded the Divine. His jeers from his taunting smirk only highlighted his aspect of cruel mocking.
    Sophia remained without emotion.

    Deceive?

    Deceive that boy?

    When his eyes saw through all that she was,

    And still accepted her?

    The corner of her mouth curved.

    “You believe yourself to be John?”
    A simple question she asked.

    The Liar of the Universe only smiled.


    “Did you not know, dear Mother? Oh of course you do. It was this island that the Apostle received the Revelations. Oh, if only he knew which God had given him those visions.”
    His voice stifled his laughter as he explained.


    “To begin the conquest where the End was first foretold, there is no greater location than Patmos to emerge from the prison far below.”
    Samael said. His blood red spear was planted between him and his grandmother by Light.

    “Could you believe that they lumped me in with all the other Liars and Snakes in that frozen lake?”
    Dajjal wiped a tear from his joyous eyes. “I thought I would never be rid of Lucifer’s incessant complaining!”

    “But now the first seal has been broken, I only required the smallest crack in one of the chains that tied me down. Soon I will break all the rest and free my true body from deep within that Hell. And raise my infernal armies to conquer the Throne! And soon the World that I will recreate in my image!”


    A memory of clay flashed in her mind. She can still feel the lump of clay hidden away on her body.

    Dajjal raised his brow.

    “Oh? And just what is that hidden away in a small invisible sack on your side?”

    Sophia raised her hand. A seed of pure light floated above her palm.

    “A memento to remember this World by.”

    The Administrator of Alaya tilted her hand and the seed planted itself into the ground. She then drew a line in the dirt between her and her mistake.

    “Planting that tree before me? A sign of arrogance of the highest order!”
    The Hypocrite laughed with spite. “And I had assumed you had come before me to cut me down before I had the chance to eat at its roots! I had assumed you would make sure no one could sabotage its growth!”

    “You truly intend to uplift Mankind while also fending us off?”
    Samael had stepped just before the line. His spear pointed down. “Rather than simply erasing it all with a mere snap of your fingers?”

    It would have been as easy as the First Archon said, but…

    She remembers those eyes of green that saw the best in her.

    “We are both Shepards. Fighting over the same flock.”

    She looked upon the Army of the Damned that marched on Elysium in the distant Isles. She saw the Thrice-Reborn Heroes of the Blessed triumphing and dying against these tribes of Gog and Magog. She saw the Crows and Ravens feasting and growing from the fresh corpses.

    She looked up at the dome of stars that hid the Witch of the North Star and the Forgotten Goddess. She saw the glimmer of Hatred and Night clashing with each other for ownership of the Sky. She saw the Sun and Moon eclipsing their throne.

    She looked back at her Son. And his Son. She saw the sapling that she had planted bearing fruit already, having grown to her height. An apple hung just above her awaiting hand. An apple of the same strand as the one she coaxed Eve to eat.

    And just like Eve, she took a bite out of it.

    Savoring the flesh, her dead eyes simply stared at the First Archon and the Deceiver…

    Then she spat towards Samael.

    An apple seed, speeding like a bullet.

    That pierced the perfect skin of Samael.

    The First Archon reeled back in disbelief…

    But recovered the next moment to charge. His spear poised for her heart.

    Already the tree’s aura had permeated Patmos.

    No one underneath her or her Son or his Sons may approach without the risk of Gnosis.

    Yggdrasil. The Bodhi Tree. Irminsul. The Oak of Dodona. Sampo. The Branch of Gaia. Merlin’s Prison.

    The Tree of Knowledge is of the same family.

    A Paradise in the form of Branches and Leaves.

    Its roots have already dug into the ground to fortify its grip on Elysium.

    And allow the Armies of the Throne safe passage to these Isles through them.

    But… that doesn’t matter to Sophia anymore.

    The Realization is all she wants to do now.

    There is… nothing left for her in this World.

    Nothing at all.

    Even as she moved her arms to fight back against the First Archon, even as she closed her eyes to ignore the rest of Elysium, even as she fought to defend the Tree of Knowledge…

    She can still see him.

    Only his back. Only his flowing green hair. His hands clasped behind his back. His gentle humming that tickled her ears.

    She wishes for him to turn around.

    He will not. Not even in a dream.

    ---

    “So the Big Angel wants to make everyone Gods, the Little Angel wants to kill a Snake, and Aunt Theia just wants to burn everything?”

    Soaring high above Elysium’s Skies, roaring was the Chariot Troias Tragōidia, their owner digested the information his other half relayed.

    “I fear they alone are not our only opponents.” Patroclus shook his head as the winds battered his hair.

    “Ha, that just means more fighting for us!”
    The Comet Runner hooked his arm around his best pal’s neck.

    Patroclus can never get used to his beloved’s exuberance. “Indeed it does…”

    Speeding off towards where Theia, Pyrrha, and the others had landed to do battle, their flight path was straight and narrow, but…

    A new presence pulled on Patroclus’s mind. His eyes darted towards a direction. Then another. Then another. Then another.

    Down below upon the Verdant Fields of the Blessed Isles, where Heroes of similar status fought, maws of abyssal pitch blackness opened…

    And armies of the damned spilled out. Specters and Demons and Soldiers of all denominations marched from their beachheads and began their incursions against each other… and against Elysium.

    A rallying roar made by the Thrice-Born Heroes rang across Elysium in response to the new enemies.

    As if it was an order given by Macaria herself to defend their Blessed Home.

    “Achilles…” Patroclus called his beloved’s attention.

    “Yeah… Looks like Tartarus decided now to open up the gates to his pit. Something happened to old man Hades and his House.”
    Achilles saw what Patroclus did. His scowl was fierce with focus.

    “It is the End of the World. The Throne allowed this.” Patroclus gave the only explanation they needed.

    Achilles narrowed his eyes. “Nah… There’s always something more to this. Pat, I know you already sensed them before I did.”

    Patroclus nodded before pointing the way towards one of the many instigators of the End. The greatest of them all.

    “She’s there. She wants us to find her.” Patroclus swallowed his nerve for Achilles.

    “You think Aunt Pyrrha can handle Theia without us?” The Comet Runner pulled the reins to steer the chariot towards their new direction.

    “She has companions that I know personally. I vouch for their sincerity.” Patroclus nodded.

    Achilles grinned nary a doubt in his heart. “That’s all I need to hear! Let’s go!”

    A fire in his heart, a will that can never be shaken, with a partner he will not part from again, the Great Achilles sped like a comet towards the End of the World.

    ---

    The Tower of Cronos. One of the many passages into Elysium proper, overseen by her keeper, one of the few safe havens left upon the Blessed Isles that was untouched by the sudden bloodshed.

    Nary but a few Heroic Spirits stand at its base, defending the unable from the fight.

    “Hold fast, Warriors of Elysium! Defend our resting place with your final breaths!” The Daughter of Elysium commanded the Shades she personally guided to this afterlife. Her spear commanded the Land she is given charge of to ward off all invaders through roots and rocks.

    Wielding his enchanted bow, firing arrows dectuple times, King Parikshit of Kuru couldn’t help but feel irked. “So when can we expect reinforcements? I’m all for playing defense, but this ain’t the Devasura. We can’t keep this up if the ground underneath us is buckling.” He voiced his observation towards the woman while offhandedly pincushioning a rampaging berserker.

    “Tartarus has broken his bonds. The land trembles as if it is Lord Poseidon’s handiwork. The Prisoners of the Throne are beginning to free themselves. The Throne of Heroes shall activate its immunity system before long. We must hold out before we can counter attack.” Macaria scanned the scarred battlefield. Craters that led to the myriad Hells of Tartarus, Yomi, Naraka, Xibalba, and the like dotted the lands of the Blessed. “The only armies that shall answer our immediate call would be those attached to our Legends and Phantasms.”

    “Oh well that’s great…!”
    The King’s face falls when he remembers what his capabilities are. “Oh dang. I don’t have my armies. Or any armies. That’s like coming to a duel without a sword! You sure I can’t just send a message though the line? Or has the Throne messaging system gone kaput?”

    The Daughter of Hades winced. “I have tried. Several parties are interfering with the connections. We are essentially on our own.”

    “Great!”
    Exclaimed the jokester.

    “Indeed.” Groaned the psychopomp.

    “I’m telling ya! The venue’s packed full! Just think of the ticket profits!”
    A Conman shouted into a phone that somehow still had a signal. “Look, just get the boys over here and it’d be a real concert!”

    L. Ron Hubbard tapped the screen to hang up. He snapped and a fireball incinerated a spearman that was getting too close.

    “Astra’s out cold. Walpurga’s magic isn’t helping. Both Pagan nor Christian.” He relayed. “She’s having a nice dream though. I can tell.”

    Macaria’s eyes were fret with worry, but pushed it down for the more immediate situation.

    “And the Sage?”


    Hubbard shrugged and thumbed at the Tower’s peak. “He’s watching it all go down at the top.”

    The Disciple of the Destroyer stood resolute before Elysium. His eyes spectated the Isle of the Blessed as if this would be its final days.

    “I guess it’s too much to ask for his help.” The Conman sighs. “I know this is all a test from Shiva, but it wouldn’t hurt to hurl a fireball or two.”

    “No. He was sent as our Proctor. He will remain as such. We cannot expect the Gods to help forever.”
    Macaria believed.

    “Don’t I know it.” The Survivor of the Great War couldn’t help but chuckle.

    “It shall be today where we prove to the Gods that Mankind no longer requires their oversight.”
    The Goddess of Death spoke as she noticed the next wave of invaders scrambling from their beachheads. “Warriors! Our Wills are unbreakable!”

    At her call, the slain of Elysium stood once again. Their fires reignited, their weapons stained with ichor, their deaths unreaped. Battalions of Blessed Undead filed out from the Tower of Cronos. As if their time of death was never recorded on the Throne.

    “How many times can you do that?” Hubbard whistled.

    Beads of sweat condensed on Macaria’s temples; her grip on Elysium’s Key wavered. “As many times as necessary. I am Elysium’s guardian. I will protect this place with my last vestige.”

    “Don’t strain yourself now. That ‘many times’ is rapidly approaching since we started.”
    Parikshit drew back his bowstring.

    “I-”

    “MACA!”


    A shout from above drew their attention.

    A Witch on a flying broom diving straight for them.

    “We need to go! Giant Tree! Fimbulvinter! The Sky is going to Fall! World Pillar!” Walpurga the Witch had her hand outstretched for the daughter.

    “Sounds like your cue.” Hubbard clicked his tongue.

    “We’ll hold down the fort. Don’t underestimate my skills of command.” The King of Kuru chuckled with a salute.

    Macaria nodded. She has held faith in Mankind for the longest time. It will not change now.

    “Elysium is with you.”

    The Daughter of Heracles raised her arm high in the sky.

    And was hoisted away towards a tree that glowed with the brilliance of Heaven.

    “Never thought I’d fight alongside you.” Parikshit smiled as he shot down a horde of demons.

    “You know what? Same here.” Laughed the Father of Scientology.

    Their laughter began to blend alongside the fresh harvest of Thrice-Born as scores of invaders died to the defense of the Guests of Elysium.

    ---

    The winds of Elysium howled as my chariot galloped across the gales. Islands of Heroes like me were embroiled in bloody combat below. The Oceans that waved between them were raging with Poseidon’s anger.

    There was only one Island we were going towards.

    It was the only one that was at the Edge of Elysium.

    “Oi… Pat…” I said to the side.

    “It is that one.” My best friend knew my question.

    “But you just broke out of there.” I knew exactly what that Island was.

    I spent all my time waiting for him there to do just that.

    “I know.” His words felt like his heart was threatening to be torn in two.

    As did mine.

    “But She intends to break the Seal as per her nature.”
    Pat explained. “Either by herself or…”

    “With you.”
    I said.

    The Scion of the Titans nodded.

    Sisters Moirai Above, please let me turn this chariot around. Anything to keep that woman from getting her hands on him.

    Pat held on to my hand holding the reins.

    “We cannot defy their Strings.” He could say anything to convince me.

    “We can try!” And I will suggest anything to solve things my way.

    He shook his head, as much as I knew it pained him.

    “It is our Destiny, Achilles. It is the same as the choice your mother gave you.”


    My mother… If it weren’t for that dumb prophecy though…

    I wouldn’t have met Pat.

    “Destiny can be changed.” I wasn’t sure I believed that.

    “When Chaos is involved, maybe ours too.” Pat mused wistfully.

    That same Chaos was waiting for us on that island. Standing right next to the ornate capstone that sealed Pat’s family inside a cyclical Hell where they will fight each other for all eternity…

    It was the same stone that Pat’s uncle swallowed.

    It was the same stone that the woman below gave to Rhea.

    No… it was hard to call that thing a person.

    They only wore a person’s face.

    And their smile.

    It was a mockery.

    Landing atop the shores of the ruins from a bygone era, we disembarked with solemn frowns. She only watched us with her fake smile and eerie eyes.

    “Stay by my side.” Pat told me as he ripped his flaming sword from his spine.

    “Duh. From now on. Always.” I almost didn’t answer because of how cool that looked. My spear rested squarely on my shoulders. It was heavier than my shield.

    It wasn’t long before I got a better look at that woman’s face.



    Eris

    From the Beginning

    She was always there

    Sometimes One

    Sometimes Three

    Sometimes Two

    Always there

    For Chaos

    For Order

    For a Good Story

    For Dyeus

    For The Sky Father

    For Zeus

    Her honeyed Lies

    Her bitter Truths

    To Weave a Tale worth telling

    What does it mean to be a Hero?

    To suffer and writhe

    To triumph and prosper

    To be overtake all challenger and strife

    To become the One True Hero

    Eschatology Rating: EX

    Her gaze was… disgusting. That is all I can describe her as.

    Her smile only widened, far more than humanly possible.

    “Great Achilles, I do not recall gifting you a mouth to spit such venomous contempt.” Eris hummed.

    “His mind is his own, Goddess. Stay out of it.” Pat raised both his voice and his sword towards her.

    The Goddess of Chaos only shrugged off the threat before feeling the texture of the massive boulder.

    “Troy was entertaining. I still remember the events so clearly. I can see why the Gods still wish to reminisce.” She began to lecture. I recognized a hint of spitefulness from her.

    It reminded me of Teach’s lectures. I didn’t particularly like listening to them.

    My spear aimed for her heart.

    “They didn’t need to drag Pat into it.” I snarled. “They didn’t need to drag all of us into it.”

    She laughed. It sounded like the noise of Creation.

    “And deprive you of your Destiny, oh Achilles? Of your Wrath?” She reminded me.

    “Of your Love?” She gestured to Pat standing right beside me.

    “No wonder why you weren’t invited to mom and dad’s wedding.” My teeth strained from how hard I gritted.

    I saw a crease in her eye. Of bitterness? Of disdain? I couldn’t tell from her condescending smile.

    “What was Zeus’s demand this time, Goddess?” Pat spoke coldly.

    The Goddess only smiled and widened her arms as if the Heavens rested on her hands.

    “A battle that shall birth the One True Hero.” She says. “A War that shall forge the greatest Myth from the corpses of the World.”

    “And what better setting for it than the End of the World!”

    She said it so plainly. I thought it was a joke.

    “To pit the Heroes of the World, the Heroes of the Throne against each other…” Numbly, she shook her head.
    “There is no better opportunity…”

    Then she raised her hands up high as if beseeching the World to pay attention to her.

    “I grant the Throne of Heroes my greatest gift.”

    Pat and I were already rushing towards her.

    “My greatest Trial.”

    Our weapons aimed for her heart and head.

    “The greatest Myth.”

    We both know that something like this won’t kill her. She knew our every move since the beginning.

    “The greatest War.”

    But… we had to try.

    “My greatest Creation.”

    Our weapons pierced through her flesh, pushing us three against the Omphalos Stone.

    And she whispered,

    “For the greatest Glory.”

    A crack.

    There shouldn’t have been a crack.

    I heard the shouting of the dead from below.

    “Achilles…” Pat called for me.

    “Yeah…” I knew.

    This was a dumb idea.

    An explosion of stone rocked the island. The three of us were blown away by the force as the Sealing Stone of the Titans disintegrated.

    And before my very eyes, I saw them.

    The Black Interstellar Fleet of Cronos.

    Spilling out from the newly opened passageway out of Mount Othrys.

    Because what is an Island but a Mountain underwater?

    The Titans are freed.

    Pat’s Family. His fellow Prisoners. Reenactors of the Trojan War, in mockery of the Titanomachia.

    “A Key of Titan Bone, wielded by hands of Olympus Pardon.”

    Eris was already standing, marveling at the story she has weaved.

    “I was never meant to be forgiven!” Pat shouted over the winds…

    … What?

    Pat turned to me with saddened eyes. My own eyes were just like his.

    Zeus… was never going to…?

    “I’m sorry, my love.” He whispered to me.

    Eris only rocked her head; I knew she was smiling like a winner. “You have forgotten who has nurtured you, my dear child.”

    It was her.

    She asked Zeus to pardon him from that hellhole.

    She is why he’s here.

    “Pat…” My mind raced faster than my legs.

    An orange blur was faster. Her hand gripped his neck and over his mouth as she flew towards the opening with him. Pat’s hand was reaching out to me.

    “Pat!” I was already running after them…

    And jumped into the punishment that Pat has endured for eternities just to be with me.

    “Well done, Eris! With the vestigial flames of my kin, I will seize control of the Black Fleet and raze all of Elysium to ashes!”

    The laughter of Theia and the chanting of the Titans overwhelmed my ears.

    And yet still, I refuse to let Pat out of my sight as we fell deep into the Pits of Tartarus.

    I already lost him once at Troy…

    I won’t lose him again.

    ---

    At the threshold of Tartarus, Eris merely looked upon the stream of ships and souls pouring out into the dying night skies.

    She heard the burning fires of Prometheus behind her.

    She closed her eyes as she reminisced on the Age of Bronze.

    “So you started it.” The Daughter of Pandora bitterly observed.

    “I have.” The Goddess shamelessly confirmed.

    “Was the Floodings not enough for you?” Pyrrha said with contempt.

    “The Titans? The Trojans? The other Pantheons? Was it all not enough for Zeus?”

    The Goddess of Chaos’s heart beats so calmly with the knowledge that her story will have the perfect Ending.

    “We loved him. And he loved us. We did it all for him.”

    “This… This isn’t Love. Not anymore. Can’t you see what he has become?”

    “It is not a Love the two of you would recognize.”

    “If this is what the Love of Gods, of Aphrodite looks like, then I’ll remain where I am.”

    Somewhere… in Chaos’s heart, a twisting.

    “Then perish, O’ Hero. Like all the other failures-”



    Jarir Ibn Abdullah Al Bajali

    Abandoned But not Forgotten

    Elusive Prophet

    Shade of Arabia

    Higher Cause of the Companions

    Cancer of the Moon Cell

    Cold, Mechanical, Unfeeling

    Righteous, Unyielding, Zealous

    To Bring Down the Gods

    To End the Reign of the Divine

    All in the name of the Messiah

    Corruption Detected

    Error Error Error

    Exiled to the Dark Side

    Banished to the Far Side

    Prerogatives Slipping

    Humanity guides his Ire

    Heretics must be purged

    The False Gods must be burned

    The Iconoclasm must be continued

    Eschatology Rating: B+

    A chain of explosions cascaded across the Black Fleet. The hooting and hollering of a certain Comet Runner can be heard in the distance. Dashing between the ships that had sailed the Sea of Stars was the Chariot of the Fastest Hero of Greece.

    Eris looked on at the carnage that reminded her of that fateful day. The day when she placed Zeus on that throne to become the King of the Sky. His glorious might surrounded by the wreckage of the Titans…

    Those same bones fell from the skies before her very eyes…

    A whistle of awe sounded behind her.

    “Is that one of Noah’s boys?” Pyrrha said.

    Eris closed her eyes.

    “The Great Fleet… In another Texture, the Shipwright was named ‘Nuh’. That is the Texture the newcomer hails from.”

    Then opened them.

    In the far off distance, she saw her children in that chariot.

    In armor scorched, Achilles laughing in triumphant glee.

    Patroclus burned embers, but was smiling wry by Achilles’s side.

    And gripping tightly on the chariot as the third passenger…

    The Prophet of Iconoclasms.

    Hatred. Fury. Wrath. Anger. Indignation. Resentment.

    Towards all Gods.

    Towards the Mother of those Gods.

    Towards her.

    She saw a kinship in those broken eyes filled with liquid rage. To be given a task only they can perform. To create Heroes. To destroy Pantheons.

    As the trio above tore a path through Cronos’s fleet, Eris does nothing but spectate.

    That is what she has always done when all is said and done.

    Pivoting on her heels, she decided to watch the spectacle from a better venue…

    “Wait a minute.”

    An unbearable heat was leveled at her neck.

    “Are you tapping out?”

    “I have created the setting with the most potential. May the One True Hero rise from the mountain of corpses and rain of ash.”

    “Always starting drama, never cleaning up after yourself.”

    “That is why I nurtured Heroes like you.”

    Eris only smiled.

    A thunderous roar of an engine erupted from the Pit of Tartarus.

    “Besides… our cousin will see our plan through.”

    “That old hag found her old body…”

    Pyrrha snarlS as she ignores the embodiment of Chaos to focus on the greater threat.

    Eris walks away, humming a long forgotten song from a time of her life as mortal.

    No one but her and him will recognize it.

    The Second Seal has been broken.

    AN
    I think I am burned out on writing this story. It has been almost two weeks since the last update and the anxiety from trying to write this update was taking much from me.

    I humbly beg for your forgiveness towards my unsightliness in being an ungracious host. I genuinely loved writing, but all things must End so to speak.

    I can't even bring myself to write my impressions on Simon, Eris, and Jarir. And the others for that matter.

    Maybe if pressed, I could. If you want my impressions on your sheet, then please indicate to me. I will try my best to write down my thoughts that I had when I first read them when you first posted them all those days ago.

    My votes will come soon-ish. If I still have time.

    Ah, if you truly wish to know how the story was meant to go, then please ask me and I will try my best to parse together the plotline. Or if you want to know what happens to your own servant, I can write out their intended character arc if you'd like.

    I am again terribly sorry for letting you down. Just ask me for what you need of me and I will do my best to provide like the good host I strived to be.
    Simple, I am begging you here, get some rest. Take a break. Stop trying to turn your brain into a baked potato and take some time off for yourself. Or else-

    This is not a suggestion, this is a threat (not really).
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    First of all, I want to thanks Scribe for the mindblowing prompt we were partaking here. Eschatology, after all, is among the most fundamental concept in any system of belief in the world. Every culture in every time of history have that Apocalypse, that Armageddon, that Yawm al-Qiyamat, that Gotterdammerung. The time when everything ends, or the time when the cycle began anew

    Also reading through the stories, it was indeed something to digest, the style, the narration, everything. it is clearly a magnanimous work. I want to thank all the participant in this prompt, everyone that put their brain to write and create, it was all a fun prompt
    Honorable Mentions:
    -Elisabetha Kulpanitsa by Delrey
    -Sophia by FarewellToMrA
    -Prince Charming by sutaa
    -Parikshit by BnEl15
    -Apep by Mycielhasbroken

    Anyways, let's giving the points shall we


    1 Point: Macaria by DracoScribe
    What hooked me with her is mostly her dynamics with Keres, it gives the character so much life, like I was reading a novel and she's the main character that I understand. Her personality and lore match best with her dialogue, it's like you're presenting me an overarching narrative, it's immaculate, giving it a much-needed 3 dimensional touch as a character

    2 Point: Eris by Salt Pillar
    There is nothing more that I love than the idea that our understanding of certain God or Goddess evolve across time. One civilization's Prime God is another civilization's Antichrist. And the fact that you presented her in such a way to make us the reader feel as if we are there, witnessing the event unfold... Ladies and Gentlemen, please give this sheet a round of applause

    3 Point: Alice by Random
    Alice in Wonderland is perhaps the most unique piece of literature in modern era, the fact that such a book branded as "children's book" could be both seen by two readers and both of them might understood the story differently. And here we have, one of the boldest, out-of-the-box take on the idea of "Alice in Wonderland" by turning her (that's not even "her" to begin with) into something such animal-like and instinct-driven creature. Bravo, Random. Bravo
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    3rd place with 8 points
    Prince Charming


    2nd place with 9 points
    Alice in Wonderland


    1st place with 14 points
    Macaria


    Very close this time around
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    He's just putting the bone of his sword into other people until it explodes and lets out parts of him inside them.
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    Genderswaps are terrible, but I think I and other people would hate them less if Fate didn't keep ignoring actual heroines throughout history and folklore. Like, why bother turning Francis Drake into a woman when Ching Shih and Grace O'Malley exist?
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    Fate Zero is just Fate Stay Night for people who think Shirou is too girly
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    I think Alex IV can eat Goku.

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