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    Your average angst/edge supplier BnEl15's Avatar
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    Doing this too, cuz' why not (this is not a cry for help)
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    Alter Ego of the Original ___
    -- Sacrilegious Lady of ___, Recalibrated --

    "Well, this is rather awkward. Even for a Divine Spirit such as myself, to receive actual worship in this manner... Apologies, I am still unaccustomed to my role as a... patron deity, if you could even call it that. I mean, I never even had a temple of my own back then... W-Well, in any case, let's do our best to make our time together a memorable one!"
    ...
    "W-What!? Don't look at me like that! I know I'm a Goddess of, y'know... 'that', but that doesn't mean I'll screw you over on purpose for the sake of my entertainment! Probably!"



    Watcher of the Bloodless War
    --First ___ of the ___ Nation --


    "The whole band back together like this... Hah, I never thought I'd see the day. I don't know what you expect of us, Master. Even back then, as our countrymen risked life and limb for the sake of independence, we couldn't even pick up guns or join them in the battlefield. Still... I suppose we're here for a reason. We'll continue to do what we can, just like then. Sooner or later, the world will surely acknowledge that our voices matter. That we can still make a difference so long as we keep moving forward, come what may. Well then, I suppose this marks the beginning of our... comeback tour?"



    Pretender of the Distant Stars
    -- A Picture of ___ and Beyond --

    "Eh!? Who are you callin' a Pretender!? That makes me sound like some kind of... deceitful mastermind, or an Evil of Humanity or something! My creations are more than fabrications or cheap imitations of the unknown! They are a picture of what could be! The potential of humanity itself! My true Class is Dreamer, and don't you forget it!"
    ...
    "Why do you look so confused? Dreamer is definitely a thing. Life would be so very boring without dreamers. Like, imagine a life completely Dreamer-less or something..."


    Creator's Notes
    Scotch locked me in my own basement and refused to let me leave until I write a wholesome Servant or two or three. And I accept his challenge.
    I've already started at least partially on all three of these sheets, and while the titles may still change, these three are definitely happening. This post is also to
    pressure
    motivate
    myself to finish them.

    I'll probably put one of them in GaS, but for the others, this is your only teaser.
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    夜魔 Nightmare sutaa's Avatar
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    Well, if everyone's doing it.

    Teasersc a s t e r
    ? ? ? ? ?
    visionary of the nightlit garden

    "This is... Oh! Terribly sorry, where are my manners. I simply never imagined one like myself would be called upon. Please, the honour is all mine; why, in all candour, I'm tickled pink just to be here at all. Then, after a small celebration, might I be so bold as to make a request? Would you permit me a space to practice my art, Master? It's been some time since last I applied myself, and I'm very much eager to make it up. In this time of declining morals, my touch may be just what the people need."

    p r e t e n d e r
    ? ? ? ? ?
    that tale rejected, left to linger


    "So here's where you ran off to. Ever since that day you left the cage, since you... since you walked out on me... You've been on my mind. Looks like the one who couldn't escape was me after all, huh? You figured that out long before I did. There was a time where I could have moved mountains for you if commanded, but now? I know I'd give it all up, just for this chance to move your heart. I know I wasn't what you needed, back then, but please. Let me show you I can still be something you can believe in."

    r i d e r
    ? ? ? ? ?
    the dead drunken ringleader of revels


    "Well now! Takes a lotta nerve to get the party started without inviting lil old me - I like it! And see, not to brag, but slipping in unwanted's something of a specialty of mine, so ta for the chance to strut my stuff. You folk don't mind if I just swooce right in here, now do ya? Gotta grab myself a seat before the big bottles get popped. Friends, make merry! Foes, make merry! So long as the party's on, until the night is dead you're all the same. Now's the time for looking lively!"

    b i n d e r
    ? ? ? ? ?
    my faith endures in marble and stone


    "If we must waste time on pleasantries, then so be it. Before my service to you, I am a Servant of our heavenly Father, by which I mean it is by His will that I shall act. To seek what is beautiful and purge what is vile - that is an instinct He gave us, hence woe betide any who turn their back on this guidance. In pursuit of the wicked my heart and soul alike are unclouded. They are one with Justice."



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    please talk to me about your OCs Saron's Avatar
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    we already started the meme of CaS4? understood!

    maybe I'll actually finish one of them now lmaoooo

    Wisdom and Cruelty

    "Fu-fu, how careless to summon one as untrustworthy as I Master."

    "So long as you don't desire the world, that is mine naturally, I guess I can see your little war to it's end."

    "Do put on a good show though, I'd hate to waste my time only for you to die in a boring way."





    Loyalty and Kinship

    "A Knight has entered your service!"

    "I am the Lost Knight of the Tam Lin!"

    "Please take care of me Master, and I shall reciprocate appropriately!"





    A Rise, Cloaked In Gold.

    "As a king and knight, I know you look forward to my service."

    "Rest easy, your life will be easy now guided by my hand."




    A Fall, Cloaked In Darkness

    "You are all, filth."

    "Vermin, sheep to be guided and sheared and butchered."

    "None of you are worthy of being called human."




    My thirst for Antonio grows by the second.

    Man...

    I Make Servants, Some Of Which Are Tragedies

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    I left it all.

    The France that gave me love, the France that deprived me of it.

    The France that condemned my family to the wastes and blades and the France spared a single child of the hated nobility.

    The France that holds passion, fervor, decadence, and terror.

    I left it all behind but no more.

    So declares…

    ●Faker of the __________ __________●




    (Creator's Note: Let's just say this sheet is for someone who was inspired by another one of my sheets. This is still a teaser though.)

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    "Sarah had been married seven times, but the evil demon, Asmodeus, killed each husband before the marriage could be consummated. The servant woman said to Sarah, "You husband killer! Look at you! You've already had seven husbands, but not one of them lived long enough to give you a son.
    Why should you take it out on us? Why don't you go and join your dead husbands? I hope we never see a child of yours!""

    -The Book of Tobit, 3:8-9



    This one was for the 2023 Secret Santa Contest's Pool 1's prompts! Which one specifically, I hear you ask?

    All of them.

    Long story short, I misunderstood one of the prompts for the first pool, saw 'Double Summoned', and my sleep-deprived Monke brain went 'Double....Double Summon.....2 Servants?' When I came to, I had already written the outlines for two sheets and was in the process of fucking
    smashing them both together into one vessel. This fucking monstrosity of a sheet is essentially me stuffing two different but connected figures into a single Saint Graph, making their Skills complement each other so much I legit can't tell who would be unable to use what anymore, and writing everything while hallucinating and running on caffeine, spite and 'Fuck whoever doesn't like HFY'

    Enjoy. Or, or don't. This is a super bloated sheet and I'll understand if you want to perform a fucking witch hunt dedicated to me


    Also, posting teasers? I might have one up soon if I can get around to it




    "Buon giorno, Fujimaru-chan! Trying for more Servants today?"

    The summoning room, as usual, was abuzz with activity. Magi constantly kept track of the database's records of summoned Spirit Origins and machinery whirred and hummed with the constant energy of the mana generators keeping the currently summoned Servants anchored to reality without turning the Master of Chaldea's Magic Circuits into something resembling the Gobi Desert.

    And throughout it all, a diminutive little genius manned the controls, commandeering the room as if it were a second Workshop to her.

    "Yep yep! I managed to scrounge together enough Saint Quartz for an twelve-pu-, er, I mean, to reconstruct a dozen Saint Graphs!" Ritsuka replied, coughing awkwardly at her gacha addiction rearing it's head for a few seconds and trying to ignore da Vinci's already unimpressed stare.

    "....Uh huh. Well, you just go place the Quartz on the circle and step back. I'll activate the pseudo-leylines and tell Mash about what you said later."

    "You got it, da Vi-wait, what was that about Mash?"

    "Okay, activating artificial summoning circle now. Watch your step, Fujimaru-chan."

    "D-Da Vinci, what was that about Mash?! You're not gonna tell her, right? Please, she'll give me super cute and sad puppy eyes and my heart won't be able to take it! Please, Da Vinci-chan!"

    "Circle's starting up, Fujimaru-chan~ I can't hear you over all this noise on my end!~""

    "Geh! I-I'll get you for this, Da Vinci! You just wait!" Ritsuka weakly proclaimed (though in a somewhat playful tone in the end) as she backed away from the circle, the familiar sparks of magic beginning to crackle in the air as the machinery came alive.

    The machinery whirred to life. Lights flared to life and the whirring filled the room, ambience to join the budding lights. As energy seemed to crackle into existence, Da Vinci's voice, tinny from the intercom, sounded out once more.

    "FATE Summoning System operation efficiency 32% and holding. Foundational construct set, Leyline pseudo-convergence confirmed. Margin of error: 0.003 prana units. Spiritron density at 75% and rising. 80...85...93....All you, Fujimaru!"

    "Fill. Fill. Fill. Fill. Fill. Let each vessel be turned fivefold, and shatter asunder upon the fulfilled time.

    "Let stars and prayer be the essence. Let crystal and the saint of records be the foundation. Raise a bastion, against the falling of Man. Close the seven vices and descend from the crown of horns. Rotate the five-pointed ascension reaching the Heavens."

    "I declare, from the infallible boundary of Man. Your duty answers the wishes of humanity. Our fate is changed by your sword. Answer the call to arms, and rally under the Human Order. If you submit to this will and this reason…… then answer!"


    As Ritsuka chanted and Leonardo monitored the summoning stability, neither of them noticed a corner of the screen glitching. For the briefest of milliseconds, the edge of the screen flickered and sputtered, the Spirit Origin's designation flickering between two Classes seamlessly, andfaint red sparks mixing into the blue-white orbs....right before, before even the most keen-eyed Servant could notice, the Class's symbol became an eye. A blood-red, angular thing, with a cross-shaped pupil staring outwards with an underlying sense of glee, right before everything returned to normal.

    "An oath shall be sworn here! I shall shelter all virtues of all of Heaven. I shall gather all evils of all of Hell!"

    "From the Empyrean Heaven, attended to by the three great words of power, come forth from the ring of restraint and answer, Great Protector of the Balance!"


    The blue-white light flared outwards, an unnatural intensity to the brightness this time as pure physical force caused Ritsuka to shield her face, stepping back in surprise at the sudden, if light, shockwave. The spheres of lights accelerated as they spun, reaching speeds that would put bullet trains to shame even as they connected into a single ring while the lightning crackled, intertwining between blue and red-

    ...Wait. Red?

    The intercom screeched to life, and Da Vinci's voice came through with the same tinny undertone, only now uncharacteristically panicked as the sound of furious tapping echoed out.

    "Fujimaru-chan, get out of there! Something's wrong with the summoning, I can't control the output! The leyline's going berserk!"

    The moment that final word was said, the ring split into threefold, same as it always had. The geyser of magical energy reached to the ceiling and excess energy was vented out while the summoning was finalized, same as it always had been.

    But while the outer two rings shone with a crystalline blue-white, the middle ring thrummed with an ominous blood red. The geyser was pockmarked with angular, diamond-shaped splotches of red, black centers seeming to glare down at Ritsuka as the geyser took a shape vaguely resembling that of a cephalopod tentacle. The air grew thick and suffocating with magical energy, seeming to choke out even the slightest thought of resistance while the Master of Chaldea almost crumbled to her knees, held up only by her iron will.

    "This Spirit Origin...th-there's a match in our records! But that can't be true! Even if it appeared in our records, the period when we recorded it means it shouldn't be possible to summong them!" Da Vinci exclaimed, having forgotten to turn off the intercom due to her desperately trying to regain control over the program. Ritsuka staggered back, feeling ragehatreddesirevengeancewrath bearign down on her very being, but managed to grit out one, singular word.

    "....Where."

    "...The Temple of Time."

    From the dying geyser, drenched in bloodlust and malice, a woman stood slightly hunched, examining herself in amazement. Her hair, an ashen gray with amethyst undertones, tickled the nape of their neck in a messy bob cut and her fingernails were painted a glossy pitch black. She wore only a near see-through wine purple negligee, lacy panties of the same color and midnight black stockings and high heels.

    She reminded Ritsuka of Mata Hari, at first. A Servant specialized in seduction, in espionage and misdirection who knew just the right words and actions to wrap any lovestruck man and woman around her finger given enough time.

    ...That was before she looked up. Directly staring into Ritsuka's eyes were a pair of blood red irises with cross-shaped pupils and black sclera, brimming with remembrance and obvious anger.

    "Chaldea...!" The Servant hissed, stomping towards them as magical energy, potent enough to be tangible, began to rise from her body-

    "Bad girl."

    "Hya!~��" She squealed as she was suddenly spanked from behind, her cheeks pink from blushing. A second woman walked up from behind the first, her presence feeling similar to, but not exactly, the first Servant's own presence. Her hair, done up in messy twintails, was a vibrant candy red, her irises the same color. She wore largely the same clothes as the first Servant, though her negligee and panties were a dark hot pink, her stockings were light gray and see-through and she wore an additional garterbelt to keep them in place. She tutted her tongue, looking disapprovingly at the sulking Demon God Pillar in human form, what the actual fuck.

    "I told you to behave yourself when we get summoned. The last thing we need is our summoner even more wary of us than usual if you lash out."

    "B-But Sarah, they-"

    "Oh?~ Why are you mentioning your butt, MoMo?" There were a few mewls of pleasure as she was spanked a few more times, and the tone in her gasps was more than enough to make Ritsuka blush with unexpected excitement, "Is this why?~ You're disobeying your Mistress and want to be punished in public?~ I didn't expect my wife to be so open about our bedroom activities~"

    "S-Sarah, ther are people watching~"

    "And they can keep watching unless you behave~ Are you going to behave, MoMo?~"

    "Okay..." The Demon God Pillar pouted sulkily, her eyes receding to a far more human-like white with amethyst-colored irises.

    "Okay what, honey?"

    "Okay, Mistress..." The second Servant (Sarah, was it?) smiled sweetly, kissing the first on the cheek lovingly and causing her to blush even more intensely than before.

    "Good girl~"

    "Ahem." Ritsuka coughed, drawing both of the Servants' attention and waving awkwardly when they turned to face her. While the first Servant still shot her an angry glare, she didn't move forward this time, so that was a plus.

    Now if only she could just process the blatently lewd and admittedly very arousing implications these two had with each other, that would be just fine.

    "Oh! Sorry for taking so long to introduce ourselves. Ahem. From the Throne of Heroes, we have come to answer your call. Servants Caster and Binder, thanks to...er, a little cheating with the Saint Graph there. Don't bother asking which is which, we both share the same classes thanks to the nature of our summon. Rejoice, for you now command one of the Demon Gods who was once under the wise king Solomon of Israel....and her Mistress, but mostly the Demon God part."






    "I am Sarah of Ecbatana, and this is Asmodeus. Don't worry, now that we're Servants under your command, she'll make sure to behave herself around here. Isn't that right, MoMo?~"

    "Ahn~ Y-Yes, Mistress~ I'll be a good girl~"


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    Class: Caster=Binder

    Other Eligible Classes: Alter Ego, Stranger, Faker, Beast I

    True Name: Sarah of Ecbatana and Asmodeus. Asmodeus is the girl on the left, btw.

    Aliases: Sarah: She Who Holds Raphael's Favor, Spouse of the Demon, 'Mistress'. Asmodeus: Sakhr, Asmodai, Solomon, Operative of the Observatory, Former Overseer of the Gazing Star

    Alignment: Chaotic Good/Chaotic Evil

    Attribute: Earth

    Origin: Abrahamic Mythology

    Region: Israel

    Height: 5'5/165 cm, 5'1/155 cm

    Weight: 100 lbs/45.36kg, 94 lbs/42.64 kg

    Traits: Group Servant, Female, Humanoid, Hominidae, Servant, Weak to Enuma Elish, Non-Hominidae, Demonic, Feminine Looking, Enuma Elish Nullification,

    Catalyst: A blessed prayer rope from the ruins of ancient Egypt

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    Talents: Domming people, socializing, getting yanderes to gain crushes on her by accident, wholesome relationships that shouldn't work but somehow do, incinerating humanity, observation, magecraft, subbing for Sarah

    Natural Enemy: Each other, Tobias, Raphael, Ritsuka Fujimaru

    Likes: Sarah, Tobias, hot summer weather, gambling, BDSM stuff, eating spicy noodles ("It helps me de-stress from the fact that I'm working with the jackasses that basically dismantled our 3000-year plan for humanity's immortality"), Asmodeus, Tobias, humanity, exploring new places, alcoholic drinks (she's very partial towards the 'screaming orgasm' cocktail)

    Dislikes: Chaldea, humanity, Solomon, indecisiveness and passive behavior, water ("I'm not fond of getting wet. It's irritating."), philandering, infidelity, most of the other Demon Gods (Flauros in particular), sheatfish

    Personality: Being a Duo Servant with two VASTLY different existences in one Saint Graph, it's safe to say that both Servants deserve their own description.

    Sarah isn't exactly what one might expect from a pious woman of God (then again, most Christian Servants in Chaldea are far more different from their historical depictions in the first place). She's headstrong, brash and not against speaking her mind in a time where women speaking their mind was something to be shunned. Understanding the virtues of God yet holding a natural disposition towards domination and leadership, Sarah's a woman who can just as easily bring men and women under her heel as she is at paying forth her piety to the Divine.

    Devoted yet deviant. Faithful yet forthcoming. A paradoxical personality encompassing a devoted sheep of God, and a natural dominatrix who's charisma and beauty draws people to her like moths to a lamp. It's no wonder that even a Demon God found themselves so helplessly infatuated with her over time.


    In contrast, Asmodeus is exactly what one might expect from a Demon God. Wise beyond her years and studied in a great many subjects of the world, yet disdainful of the limits of humanity's wisdom and actions. She looks down on the mortality of humans and mourns the inevitable end of life, and thus attempts to hide her grief under a machine-like composure. As befitting a member of the Observatory of Ars Paulina, Asmodeus comes off as borderline kuudere, rarely sshowing her emotions in public and acting primarily based on pure and cold logic.

    If it were not for Sarah's presence, this would be the only side of Asmodeus you might see from her. Around Sarah, her ice queen mask melts away like snow in summer to reveal a more passionate and emotional side to her. Slow to anger, but truly wrathful when it happens, Asmodeus shows off a more human facet of herself that is both easier and harder to grasp due to, you know, the thing about her being a fucking Demon God. She melts under Sarah's touch, becoming a submissive and loving person who clings to Sarah's words and truly shows the side of herself that was once mistaken as the embodiment of lascivity. You totally know why. Giggity.


    Wish for the Grail: "You've already ruined our 3000 year plan, surely you know what I would wish for. I'm not going to repeat my desire to you, Master of Chaldea. Just let me enjoy my free time with Mistress already!"

    "And I'm practically living mine. Being with one of the people I love the most in the world, I couldn't ask for a better situation as is~ I just hope maybe Tobias gets summoned soon. Then we can get back to trying for some children~"

    "M-Mistress~ There are people watching~ And we're Servants now, I'm not sure we can even conceive children a-anymooOOore~"

    "Are you sure?~ We'll never know until we try~"

    "EEP!"

    Sarah's hand is beginning to slide beneath Asmodeus' negligee and towards her thighs aaaaand that's your cue to leave.

    ParametersParameters:
    Strength: D
    Endurance: C-
    Agility: C
    Mana: EX
    Luck: D-
    NP: A+


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    Bond DefaultThe embodiment of lust, lascivity and revenge, and archnemesis of Saint John the Beloved. The king of Djinn who rules over the demons of the desert in the Talmud. The chief overseer of all of Hell's gambling halls, who answers personally to Lucifer and carries with him a seal of gold and leads an army of seventy-two legions of lesser souls. He who constructed the Temple of Israel under the supervision of Solomon, and tossed the Wise King some 400 leagues away before impersonating Solomon so perfectly that no one knew the truth until the real Solomon returned to reclaim his kingdom.

    Perhaps one of the most infamous and most well-known demons in history, Asmodeus was once called a Nephilim, a forbidden child between human and angel, who fell and became one of the most powerful soldiers under the Devil's cause. Asmodeus embodies lust in all its aspects, incites gambling in the minds of men, and tempts humans to take revenge on one another without a just cause. A feared presence in the Abrahamic religions who's name is among the most dreaded of demonic possessions.

    ....Of course, the truth of the matter is both far simpler and far more outlandish than anyone could have ever even expected. Once a member of the 72 Demon Gods that made up Goetia, the Beast of Pity, and a Demon God who operated in the Observatory of Ars Paulina, Asmodeus is a surviving fragment of the siege against Solomon's Temple, who was thought to have perished in the final battle when Chaldea destroyed the Temple and brought Goetia's plan to ruin once and for all. Drifting into the void outside of time and space as it's functions slowly but surely failed, the only thoughts that drifted through the Demon God Pillar's mind were mournful, saddened thoughts of the one woman, the one human Asmodeus had ever truly fallen in love with. As Asmodeus' eyes closed and it's consciousness left it, across the reach of the space-time continuum, a single golden glimmer heard the despair of the Beast fragment...

    And the Demon God vanished.




    "I don't know just what spirited whatever was left of 'Asmodeus the Demon God' away from the Temple, truth be told. My functions were thrown into disarray the moment the Demon Gods' union was rejected, and I never even saw the end of the Temple when I was blasted away by that bastard pirate Blackbeard's ship. When I woke up in...wherever I was, I thought it was just one of those 'dying dreams' I've seen you humans speak about during my shifts in the Observatory...the fact that Sarah was there just helped reinforce that theory."

    "From my point of view, you'd just appeared out of thin air right next to me, sleeping like there wasn't a care in the world....and in the admittedly cute girl form you're in right now. If it weren't for your eyes, I thought you might have been somebody else."


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    Bond 1Allow us to turn back time to the days of the Book of Tobit. When Asmodeus was still contracted under Solomon's contract and worked as one of his 72 Demon Gods during the Wise King's reign, it worked not in the Temple's Observatory, but the Gazing Star. Back then, the functions of the Demon Gods were interchangeable under the Wise King's command, and Asmodeus' position was no different.

    As not just a member, but the de facto head of the Gazing Star under Solomon's orders, Asmodeus was one of the operatives that did said real-time information gathering, watching over the world and gathering information on humanity to relay to the other Demon Gods. The Gazing Star members were, in fact, the first to witness firsthand the sights of human despair and misery that drove the collective, and thus Goetia, to pity and Beasthood as Beast I.

    But before then, before the collective fell into despair and abandoned their roles as a superior Magecraft system meant to guide the feeble Man, it was a simple spy satellite operator who, one day, while scouring the region of what would become modern day Iran, it chanced upon a sight so far removed from the usual sights of death and misery that it couldn't help but grow infatuated with the sight: A beautiful young woman, pious to God but reveling in life, enjoying the world as it happened even as misfortune and sorrow flitted around her and others like insects around a delicious meal.

    It was awe-inspiring. A sight that ingrained some form of emotion beyond broken apathy and misery into the operative of the Gazing Star. A sight that brought a foreign, impossible to it's heart. Even if it was based on an image, even if it was only from a glance of her joyous form, even if it knew that this was a ruinous feeling that was surely never meant to be....

    ...It was love at first sight.




    "W-Wait, you've been watching us all for that long?! I heard that the Ten Rings had granted His Majesty omniscience but I thought that it was supposed to be an exaggeration! I didn't think he could actually see so far!"

    "Tsk. Yes, Solomon had omnipotence and omniscience at the tip of his fingers with the Rings. Enough power to terraform landscapes into wastelands and repair them in the blink of an eye, and a sight that could see the entire continent and beyond if he wanted to...and he just sat on that power. Never bothered doing anything with it even when he died. We had to sit there and just watch in horror as humanity constantly lost itself to fear and grief and misery, without end for 3000 years straight, and unable to do anything to ease their fear even a little bit. If only...if only we were allowed to help even one person. If only our commands hadn't just barred us from doing anything than just watching..."

    "....MoMo, I...I get what you're trying to say but even with God's power at his hands, if Solomon just solved everything for us, we wouldn't be getting saved, we'd just be getting coddled. And even then, what would happen when he died? The gifts of God must still return to their rightful owner in the end, and we might have been worse off after his passing then if he'd just stood by."

    "I know. I, I know. We wasn't idle on trying to find a way to save humanity during those three millenia, and came to that realization early on. Any finite measure we could set up was, in the end, obviously finite. Even with our constant maintenance, there was no small amount of uncontrollable variables that could cause the entire thing to crumble at the source, and we knew that even our efforts would one day peter out with enough time. The only way we could truly, surely save humanity would be to fundamentally change it at it's source, and even then we could only 'edit' one trait after it all before our bodies would give out from the magical strain. In the end, we were only familiar spirits, after all. Jinn with an inherent limit of Mystery we couldn't surpass."

    "...The Incineration of Humanity. The biggest trait you wanted to change was 'mortality'. You wanted to remove humanity's concept of death at it's source."

    "'The dose makes the poison.' It was a friend of one of Barbatos' hosts that said the quote that would lead to that saying. We as a collective decreed that death was the poison, and mortality was the dose. And if no amount of adjusting the dose could remove the poison...

    "...We'd just remove the dose entirely."




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    Bond 2Class Skills:

    Binding and Fettering C+
    A Class Skill of the Binder Class, denoting the ability to create magical tethers and connections with each attack and utilizing the Servant as a focal point. These tethers allow the user to drain enemies of Magical Energy and reduce the Parameters of Servants with each blow.

    The chains Asmodeus has forged across time and space, to her fellow Demon Gods, to her despised humanity, to her beloved Sarah via her last wish. She, alongside the rest of the collective is responsible for connecting, binding and shackling human history to a doomed future of incineration in their mad quest to render the concept of death null from the very beginnings of the planet. Now standing alongside her only love, this Skill has dropped considerably in Rank thanks to no longer being a Demon God manifest, but it still holds power over the present in it's own ways. She holds the keys to the Observatory, and manifests portions of the Gazing Star to properly utilize the power of her tethers.

    Surprisingly enough, Sarah also holds bonds of notable mention that allow her to dip into Asmodeus' own power. The bonds of loss and grief that came from the ridicule of the townspeople when her seven spouses passed. The bond of piety to her Lord God. The bond of romance for her husband Tobias....the bond of love for her 'wife' Asmodeus. Though they are not as notably large-scale as Asmodeus' own tethers, they have a subtler, secondary function of maintaining a permanent tether between herself and Asmodeus, allowing the two to transfer Parameters, Magical Energy and even stolen boons on a whim no matter how far apart the two of them might be.

    Being a Group Servant 'two who have bound and been bound in return', they regard each other as immediate allies and each portion of stolen Parameter/energy is immediately distributed among the two even if they have no alliances comrades at the moment. Sarah's tethers steal Agility and Mana, while Asmodeus' tethers steal Luck and Mana. They mainly alternate stolen Parameters between each other as needed, cycling Magical Energy and boons between themselves while ambushing enemies with dirty attacks and adjust their stolen Parameters in a pinch when needed.

    Independent Action EX

    A Class Skill of the Binder Class, denoting the ability to remain independent even when rejecting the Magical Energy supply from one's Master; the ability that allows for action even in the absence of the Master.

    Being one of the 72 familiars of King Solomon, and one of the foundational pillars of modern Magecraft as a whole, Asmodeus is functionally capable of retaining potentially limitless Magical Energy on a whim, leaving herself capable of completely operating alone should she ever need to. She shares this benefit with Sarah as well, essentially giving two indefinitely acting Servants for the price of one.

    Item Creation C
    A Skill denoting the ability to manufacture magical items, from implements of war to items for daily use, and a Class Skill of the Caster Class.

    Having been one of the Demon Gods contracted with Solomon, Asmodeus is proficient at crafting magic contracts and items related to said contracts, but her Item Construction in anything else is average at best as a result.

    Territory Creation A
    A Class Skill of the Caster Class, denoting the ability to build a special terrain that is advantageous to oneself as a magus, such as for the purpose of collecting mana, create magic objects, or perform other tasks.

    Asmodeus was noted as one of the primary contractors dedicated to building the Temple of Israel, and thus, the foundation of the Temple of Time itself. Through her knowledge and skill, Solomon was able to finish the Temple in record time, and her innate proficiency with architecture and construction have manifested as a Skill on par, if not slightly better, than Solomon's own Territory Creation.

    Asmodeus is capable of completely recreating the Observatory from the Temple of Time, allowing for constant observation of temporal affairs and effects, though unlike in the Temple of Time, this Temple is only limited to the present. It also acts as a pseudo-information relay station thanks to the Observatory's noted ability in information aggregation and transferring, as well as phenomenon tracking.

    In essence, this Temple is capable of acting as a global surveillance system and information recording center, allowing for top-tier monitoring potential and superior mana gathering purposes.




    "And this is the telescope we often used to read the stars back then. Also doubles as a Mystic Code meant for translating temporal Clairvoyance visions whenever we had the chance to. Solomon liked to drop by and gaze through the scope every now and then during what little downtime he had. It was...honestly one of the few times we felt that he seemed truly human, oddly enough."

    Sarah doesn't really say anything, too busy being awestruck and fangirling at the size of the Observatory to make coherent sounds. She does, however, hug Asmodeus a lot in excitement, causing the Demon God Pillar to blush happily and curl up against her body, hugging her back.

    It's an inexplicably cute sight.



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    Bond 3Personal Skills:

    Double Summon B
    A Skill belonging only to a select group of Servants, permitting them to simultaneously manifest as two Classes at once, as well as granting Class Skills from said Classes.

    Sarah is a Binder. Asmodeus is a Caster. Sarah can manifest as a Caster. Asmodeus can manifest as a Binder. Thus, the two Spirit Origins, entwined so closely into one Saint Graph and resonant to a perfect degree, have manifest as both Classes at once as a result.

    Combination B
    A Skill denoting the potential increase in a Servant's combat power when working while allied to a specific person.

    At B Rank, beyond the severe battles, beyond the seemingly impossible odds, beyond even the possibility of being unable to discern and regroup with each other in a fight, they will instinctively know the other's next actions and what to do, and work together to pursue the ideal goal they both share even when separate. It's beyond simple teamwork at this point. It's as if the red string of fate itself chooses to guide them towards a happy ending of their own making.

    Revelation C
    A Skill denoting the ability to hear the voice of the Heavens and take their words as optimal advice, parallel to that of Instinct. So long as it is related to the achievement of a specific goal and/or plan, Revelation will allow for the most suitable and optimal path to that goal. It is a Skill contained in the soul of the user rather than the experience.

    In the Book of Tobit, Raphael descended from the Heavens disguised as a human and informed Tobias of the way to drive Asmodeus out. In actuality, though, the same events happened but to a different person. To Sarah, more specifically. Yes, God sent Raphael not to Tobias, but to Sarah to inform her of the way to drive out demons, allowing her to corner Asmodeus for....uh, for lewd stuff. Coupled with Asmodeus herself, who heard the commands of God through Solomon's mouth, thereby 'hearing the voice of the Heavens', this Skill is shared between the two via sheer tangentially bullshit. Because the Throne.

    Wisdom of the Demon God EX
    A Skill denoting blessed sharp wit and sagacity. Originally seen in the repertoire of the Queen of Sheba, this Skill has manifested under Asmodeus' own arsenal. Which, you know, makes sense considering she's an actual fucking Demon God. Goddess.

    A silver tongue, eloquent speech and wisdom born of one who previously worked in the Gazing Star. Asmodeus is one talented in the art of wordsmithing and debate, often using her silver speech to leave other peoples' heads spinning and make them feel inferior. Living up to her reputation as the 'embodiment of lascivility' should she need to, she knows what to say, what buttons to press, to entice and ensnare people with her words.

    She also knows how to do the inverse, dismantling people's actions with her words and turning them away from her, and spends far more time tearing people apart verbally to try to chase them away.

    Human Observation C-
    A Skill denoting the ability to inherently observe and understand people.

    Asmodeus' inherent skill at observing humans as a Demon God Pillar immediately makes her A-Rank at this Skill, but her extreme pessimism about human mortality and her past experiences as a Beast fragment have caused this Skill to drop by two full Ranks, leaving her observation levels average at best when tainted by her inherent bias. On the very rare occasion where her analysis isn't tainted by her bias, however, it truly shines as something worthy of one who once worked in the Temple of Time's Observatory. This Skill is also less effective against Non-Hominidae Servants.

    Originally, this Skill was in actuality Clairvoyance of the Demon God A++, however, that Skill has severely deteriorated when the Temple fell and Asmodeus lost access to the full capacities of the Observatory's abilities.

    The Time Of Gratification Hath Comes B
    A unique Personal Skill from Asmodeus' previous Demon God body, carrying over to her Spirit Origin. It denotes a superior understanding and mastery over the branch of charm-related Magecraft that Asmodeus oversaw as it's foundational pillar. It is a higher form of Charm Magecraft that lets her easily charm and seduce whoever she wishes to, on a scale just below the likes of Mata Hari.

    She's not very fond of using the Magecraft, though, preferring to remain under Sarah's tender embrace instead.

    Affection of the Demon God EX
    A Skill denoting one being loved by a Demon God

    The affection is evidently from Asmodeus of the 72 Demon God Pillars, who has manifested into this Saint Graph with Sarah and fights alongside her. Of course, this is because her status as a Demon God has diminished enough to allow for such a thing to happen, and Asmodeus is only capable of exerting the same power as a normal Servant as a result. Not that either of them seem to mind, so long as they're together.

    Protection of Faith B
    A Skill possessed by incredibly religious people, who have sacrificed themselves in some way for those beliefs. Registered as a form of false divine protection, it is in actuality the strengthening and reinforcement of one's body and mind born of beliefs so absolute that they physically affect the user.

    While Sarah was a normal human up to her very last moments, her being visited by an archangel and aiding in the capture and near-exorcism in what was at the time thought to be an archdemon had reaffirmed her beliefs to such a degree that when it came time to lure Asmodeus out, she went the extra mile and basically jumped Asmodeus alongside Tobias, grappling her to the ground while they bound her. Perhaps Asmodeus did not want to harm the one she truly loved and held back, but all the same, a normal human was able to push a Demon God pillar with pure strength and human grit.

    While this Skill isn't as high-ranked as the other instances, it still allows for temporary boosts in Strength and Endurance, allowing Sarah to personally push back against physically superior foes easily.

    Miracle E+
    A Skill denoting the ability to occasionally make the impossible possible. While similar to Pioneer of Stars, it is inherently different at it's very core.

    Even as God sent Raphael to aid Tobias and Sarah, his original purpose was to capture the absent Asmodeus and return the Demon God to the Temple to resume their duties. Aiding Tobias and Sarah was a side benefit, and he was prepared to bind Asmodeus should they try to flee.

    What he didn't expect was for Sarah and Tobias to team up and bind Asmodeus themselves. The sheer impossibility of binding one of the Demon Gods, even in a weakened human state, with nothing but normal, if high quality, rope and ribbons themselves has allowed that one-time miracle, known to barely anyone in the world, to manifest as a legitimate Skill geared towards the acts of 'ambush' and 'capture', albeit at an incredibly low Rank.




    "Hmph."

    "...Are you still mad about the binding thing?"

    "No. Hmph."

    "MoMo, I'm sorry about catching you off guard like that, it was just....you'd killed seven people by then, and I was admittedly terrified of a person who could so callously do that. I was afraid. I'm sorry. I truly am."

    "I told you, I'm not mad about that. If anything, I'm still impressed you managed to bind me with normal rope like that. I'm mad about the fish liver thing."

    "Oh. Oooooh. Yeah, that's, that's understandable. I know Lord Raphael said we had to burn fish hearts and livers to chase you out, but that stuff smelled horrid just on the grill."

    "And then you threw it all into the place I was hiding. I think I got splattered with some of the stuff, too. It smelled rancid. It was so bad that even when I returned to the Observatory to report my findings, Forneus screamed in sensory overload and teleported away. Forneus. The one Demon God who loves the sea more than anything else."

    "S-Sorry, honey..."

    "Hmph."

    "I'll give you as many spankings as you want today?"

    "....If you throw in some time with the shibari ropes that Ito fellow gifted you, I might be distracted from my petty anger~"



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    Bond 4It began simply as watching her from afar. Partly because the Pillar was still in a giant, eldritch form that would have turned a lesser man's mind into something closely resembling spaghetti and it was working on a human form in secret for public outings, and partly to learn more of the woman it'd grown so infatuated with. Little by little, it crafted together a human disguise to inhabit and call it's own. Little by little, it learned more and more about Sarah of Ecbatana, and fell into a spiral of love and desire.

    As the human disguise grew complete and all that remained were the final touches, Asmodeus learned that Sarah was to be wed to a devout believer of God in a few weeks, and they were already engaged. Though it was saddened by this revelation, it was not disappointed. The result of it's constant calculations has made it all but certain that a romance between Sarah and itself were all but impossible, and at the very least, if love was impossible, perhaps Asmodeus could wish her well at her wedding. Just in case, though, the Demon God decided to look into the background of Sarah's would-be beloved husband if only to make sure he wouldn't break her heart somehow. When the human form was complete and Asmodeus could reliably take on the guise of a simple human girl, it proceeded to finally observe Sarah's future husband, and...

    It found not a devout man of God, but an unrepentant lecher who cared not for his faith or his family and surrounded himself with women. A philandering horndog who didn't give a damn about marriage and led women around only to throw them away when he was bored. Asmodeus felt wrath. Sarah was to be married to this unfaithful prat? This beat in human skin who saw the world as his playground and trampled on human hearts? It would not come to be. Asmodeus would not allow it.

    So it was only two days from the marriage, where a man who's name was forgotten by history, would stumble out of the town's tavern drunk and cheerful. He had been celebrating with his friends about the upcoming wedding, boasting of being the one who would 'tame the ferocious woman known as Sarah'. As he staggered towards what he thought was his house, a beautiful young woman approached his location and, with his inhibitions diminished and his libido running high, he began to start towards the young woman, his intentions clear.

    ...He'd later be found stabbed to death in an alleyway the next morning. His intoxication had given the townspeople an easy conclusion that he'd died after crossing a thief while drunk and been knifed when trying to retaliate. The only thing worth noting was that he had been bound to marry Sarah in a few days. And Sarah grieved.

    From then on, Asmodeus would return to observing Sarah, watching as she was set up with yet another husband-to-be, looking into their background and what they were currently like, and feeling itself grow enraged when they revealed their abundant vices. One was a scammer, a greedy man horrible with money who would burn away most of what he got in celebration and luxuries. Another was a man of quick anger and little control, who would attack and assault whoever infuriated him without fail. Yet another, an overly proud man who looked down on everybody and expected them all to cater to him and him alone, holding those close to him in an iron grip and subtly manipulating them to be dependent on him. All of them wanted Sarah not out of love nor affection, but for sexual pleasure and to cement themselves as 'the man who tamed the town's flower of God'.

    Indeed, they were cruel and evil men who did not deserve Sarah's love, in the furious Asmodeus' eyes.

    Without fail, Asmodeus tracked down and killed them off. Without fail, Sarah grieved their deaths. Without fail, rumors spread, that she was a husband-killer herself, and that she was the true culprit of their deaths all along. Or, perhaps, she was beloved by a demon, jealous and possessive, who could not bear to see her married off to another man.

    And Sarah grieved and prayed for death. And God heard her prayers, and sent Raphael to aid her plight instead.




    "I still can't believe Jordan was a womanizing jackass."

    "Trust me, when I first saw, Amon asked me why I was screaming so angrily. You weren't the only one."

    "But did you really have to kill him? Or, for that fact, any of them at all?"

    "In my defense, Jordan tried to assault me as a human girl in the dead of night, Raymond was trying to kidnap and sell me, and Ethan tried to beat me into a coma because I accidentally bumped into him. At that point, I wasn't going to just lie down and take it."

    "That...okay, good point."



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    Bond 5Noble Phantasms:

    Blessed Restraints That Bind Evil And Swallow Sin
    Risun Ta'avtani Tobit

    Rank: A+
    Classification: Anti-Unit, Anti-Demon
    Range: 5
    Maximum Targets: 1

    The blessed bindings that Raphael was said to have used to capture Asmodeus when he fled Sarah and Tobias' wedding in the Book of Tobit. It was said that the archangel personally hunted Asmodeus down in Egypt after following the demon from the ceremony and bound him by hand and foot after cornering him. So great was the rope's strength and so just the archangel's cause that Asmodeus could not overcome the bindings of Raphael and eventually grew exhausted, allowing the archangel to haul him away in defeat.

    ...Of course, that's only the publicized story of what happened. In truth, Sarah was the one to bind Asmodeus with Tobias' aid, and Raphael didn't actually have anything to do with Asmodeus' capture besides informing the pair on how to draw her out. Because of the vague depiction of the actual bindings in the story, and the attachment of a Divine presence strengthening it's power, the 'rope' in question actually takes the form of various possible restraints, it's state interchangeable and it's form decided by Sarah herself. Which, uh, which is fine and all, but...

    "...This is bondage gear."

    "I mean, technically it's not actually bondage gear, moreso just me making it in that form at the very moment-"

    "Sarah, I am currently staring at Asmodeus in a bondage harness with a ball gag in her mouth and you holding a riding-is that Medb's riding crop?! She's been looking for it for hours now! Almost all of this is just a bunch of bondage gear you made with your Noble Phantasm!"

    Mmmh, mmmf-mmmh, mmhmrhmhmh!~����" Asmodeus can't actually say anything, on account of the ball gag currently forcing her jaw open.

    "...You sound kinda mad about that."

    "Of course I'm mad! You made all this kinky gear, bound a legitimate Demon God in it all, and you didn't invite me over for hot bondage stuff?!"

    As you can see, it tends to take the form of bondage gear meant for Asmodeus and Sarah themselves. Of course, they can transform it into something more combat-appropriate and manipulate the restraints for fighting in a battle, but if it's not during combat, expect the Noble Phantasm to just be super kinky stuff that would make Raphael question the sanctity of it all. This Noble Phantasm has increased effectiveness against Demonic enemies.

    "May my prayer be granted, and my enemies vanquished. O Angel of Healing Who Declares the Miracles of the Lord, imbue these bindings with the Light of Heaven, and bring low vices unto oblivion!

    Blessed Restraints That Bind Evil And Swallow Sin
    Risun Ta'avtani Tobit
    !"





    Ritual of Pity, Demon God of Grief
    Incineration Ritual: Asmodeus

    Rank: A+
    Classification: Anti-World, Anti-Human Order
    Range: 1-50
    Maximum Targets: Everything in range

    The Incineration Ritual designated as Asmodeus, meant to destabilize a specific point of time under the orders of Goetia, in order to destroy and harvest energy from the Human Order and the world itself. A lingering remnant of Asmodeus' time as a component of the Human Order Incineration Ritual and a fragment of Beast I. Even as a Servant, her true nature slinks beneath the surface, ready to rear it's head should she ever need to. This Noble Phantasm is Asmodeus' very form. The culmination of the Beast's Ritual that makes up her Spirit Origin, manifested into existence, and the ability that marks her status as a Demon God.

    When activated, a large ring of floating angular eyes forms around Asmodeus and Sarah similar to that of the floating eyes seen in Baal's and Phenex's humanoid forms. Guarding the two Servants, the eyes begin to spin around an axis of revolution with Asmodeus as the focal point. Asmodeus' own eyes return to the black sclera with red irises and cross-shaped pupils as she once had as a Pillar, and a tangibly vile aura gathers in the air. The pure prana that is produced by the revolutions gathers in the center of that ring, within Asmodeus' very body, before being propelled into the ground, where it bursts outwards in the form of a massive magic wave that incinerates everything it touches.

    In essence, 'Big Magic Wave Go Swoosh Swoosh Boom'.

    Of course, this Noble Phantasm takes a large amount of Magical Energy to activate and maintain, and the attack itself is indiscriminate as well. It's best saved as a last resort card. It also has increased effectiveness against humans and Hominidae Servants.

    "Love shall be burned away. Joy shall be burned away. Life shall be burned away. Bow your heads. Prostate yourselves before me. The great ritual that shakes the foundation of the Human Order and excises the impurity of death shall commence now.

    Ritual of Pity, Demon God of Grief
    Incineration Ritual: Asmodeus
    . None of you ever stood a chance."




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    Bond ExtraHaving been informed of the true identity of the cause behind her husbands' deaths by the archangel, Sarah was terrified yet enraged, plotting to take down Asmodeus herself using the information she was gave, some offal, some rope and a dream. Coincidentally, as Tobias entered Ecbatana from Nineveh and encountered Sarah while guided by Raphael in his human disguise, she told him of her plans and he decided to assist her in return.

    When Asmodeus next visited Sarah in secret, Sarah pretended she didn't know what was going on, waiting for the Demon God to come close enough, even when she and Tobias went around their routines. When it came time, she slowly took out the gathered fish hearts and livers, set them in the fire, and when Asmodeus inadvertently covered her nose and staggered back from the produced vapor, immediately jumped Asmodeus, grappling her to the ground as Tobias bound her limbs together while Asmodeus struggled against her grip.

    As they brought Asmodeus up to Sarah's room to decide what to do with the, once again reiterating here, literal fucking Demon God they had managed to bind themselves, Sarah looked down at Asmodeus, seeing her teary eyed pout and her indignant yet worried irises, Sarah came to a realization.

    'Oh shit, she's kinda cute.'

    She looked to Tobias, and saw the same expression she had, and realized.

    'Oh shit, he thinks she's kinda cute, too.'

    Finally, as if the pieces of the puzzle finally clicked into place completely, a final life-altering revelation made itself known to her.

    'Oh shit, I think they're both really cute.'

    ....Anyways, this and that happened, and all three of them ended up hooking up in a relationship. Kind of like one of those cheesy romance manga you see that has a love triangle, but the twist ending is that they all get together instead. They also had lots and lots of kinky bondage sex. Asmodeus even became the pair's personal sub. Raphael was dumbfounded when he revealed himself and found that not only was the demon released but they were sleeping with her. God was probably eating popcorn and enjoying the real-life romcom stuff when Raphael returned to Heaven.

    Regardless, they were together, they loved each other very much, and so long as Asmodeus was with Sarah and Tobias, she was truly, truly happy.

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    ....22 years later, Asmodeus would permanently return to the Temple, rejoining the rest of the collective Demon Gods but never speaking of what it had been up to during those past years.

    But the people of Ecbatana would tell stories and gossip of a beautiful young woman, who would visit the town cemetery and leave a bouquet of high-end flowers at a certain grave. Something she had been doing for the past seven years. Something she would continue to do even after the town elders died and the children grew to take their positions. Something the last refugees were said to have seen her do, long after the abandonment of the civilization in 1220 AD.

    Something she would do even when the Human Order Incineration Ritual was finally activated.




    "..."

    "..."

    "...It was to be expected, MoMo. Us humans, we don't live long. Even less so during that period of ti-"

    Asmodeus says nothing, only hugging Sarah tightly and seeming to shake as she embraces her, sniffles leaking from her form. And it's here, really and truly here, that both Sarah and Ritsuka realized.

    Asmodeus had been grieving. For the past three thousand years, perhaps even longer, she had been grieving her spouses' deaths all alone. Bottling her grief up as an operative of the Observatory in order to appear as emotionless and machine-like as her compatriots, and unable to even vent or break down due to the nature of the hive mind, resorting to allowing herself a single moment of emotional catharsis in her wish, at the end of her life.

    What human could comprehend the grief of three thousand years? What being of man could ever begin to see the depth of a misery and emptiness that lasted over thirty times their life span?

    Sarah doesn't say anything at first, only returning Asmodeus' hug silently. With a hand, she silently gestures for Ritsuka to leave, an action the Master of Chaldea quickly does, leaving the duo behind. Then, and only then, does she begin to quietly murmur reassurances and words of love and care into her ear. An act that surely no outsiders should ever be allowed to intrude on.



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    RelationshipsDavid: "The legendary King David...the humble shepherd who bought low the might giant Goliath and ruled as King of Israel before passing the throne to his son...His presence itself feels almost divine, and he carries himself with a kingly air indeed."
    "Don't let that fool you, Sarah, the man's a shameless flirt that would try to woo an archangel if they were still around. I've had to spend so many nights soundproofing his room when he and Abishag went at it."
    "PFFFT-, I thought she was just a bedwarmer for him! The, the texts never said anything about this-"
    "Oh trust me, she warmed his bed, alright. And his body. And the sheets. And a lot of other things in the room. Multiple times in one night, too."
    "But the age-"
    "Apparently it was her kink or something? She liked older men. Like, older men."
    "......My image of King David...it's crumbling so easily..."

    Queen of Sheba: The two of them are...surprisingly comfortable with Queen Makeda. Thanks to her involvement in Solomon's life and in the 72 Demon Gods, Makeda tends to dote on Asmodeus as if she were her daughter and Sarah is her daughter-in-law. Which, technically, they kind of are. It's why she gives Sarah family discounts when selling her some Da Vinci Workshop-patented, er, 'adult toys'. And also tells her some tips on the best positions and ways to use her tongue and fingers during sex. And occasional potions and tonics for 'the Merlin Special'.

    Noah: "...."
    "...."
    "...I think I get why Master warned us of looking at Lord Noah when he was asleep."
    "....I want to suck him dry. Really badly, Mistress."
    "Don't worry, MoMo. I do, too. I wanna suck him dry too."

    The two of them are staring at a dozing Noah with beet red faces, and Asmodeus' panting heavily as she visibly contains herself from practically jumping Noah's bones.

    Jeanne d'Arc: "Jeanne? We have tea every weekend and have chats about our religious viewpoints. She says she's been interested in hearing about how the events of the Old Testament occurred in reality, and I won't lie, hearing about God's revelations from her perspective has admittedly been very enlightening. I wonder if Raphael ever knew about how it must have seemed like back then, seeing angels descend from the skies as prophets and stuff."

    Gilles (Saber): "Losing yourself in grief and turning to blasphemy in turn as you rage against the world....pathetic as it sounds, I know that feeling well. A drink, Sir Gilles de Rais? To two fools who lost their most loved person, and threw away everything in turn for the glimpse of an answer that never existed."

    Martha: "I won't lie, now that I don't have the Temple to fall back on, she legitimately terrifies me. Hey, don't give me that look, Master. She beat up a dragon with her bare hands. A child of the True Leviathan, at that. If she could fight Tarasque head on and win, I don't want to think about what she could do to squishy little me in human form now."

    Samson: "I heard about Delilah and what she did to him, but...seeing the repercussions of that betrayal here before me is...I don't even know what to say."
    "I'm just...glad he managed to get his revenge in the end. The tale of Delilah's betrayal had persisted even during the Temple's construction by word of mouth, but we never found out what happened to Delilah afterwards. I remember Flauros and Amon arguing with Vassago over whether or not she ever repented for what she did. I was on the side of 'no', to be honest."

    Salome: "You know, for a Berserker, she's surprisingly polite when she's not trying to chop your head off. She treated me to some barley tea and a few fish sandwiches the other day, and she was a really good host. I guess her upbringing as a princess does tend to shine through every now and then, despite how much she hated her father. Even if, uh, she was really affectionate with that floating skull of her."
    "Mistress, that was John the Baptist's skull you're talking about. She was kissing one of the most influential prophet in history's decapitated head."
    "PFFFF-Kaff, koffkoff, that was-koff. She was that in love with him?...Did you ever plan to do something similar with Tobi and I once we passed?"
    "...N-No."
    "I saw you looking away! You better not lie to me if you don't want me to cut today's BDSM session time in half!"

    Ozymandias: "What he did back in Camelot really pissed off Amon when he came back from manifesting in the Sixth Singularity. He spent basically the rest of the Singularity ranting about his 'great battle against Chaldea' had been ruined and he was 'going to part that bastard's skull like his brother parted the Red Sea' the next chance he got. I didn't see what happened to him when the Temple began to fall apart, but I'm not sure I can ask him about it without him trying to crush me under a giant pyramid. And I do not want to find out how that feels."

    Amakusa Shirou Tokisada: "To be forced to lead a rebellion at the age of 17, just so you could even begin to be able to express your faith...that's horrible. That's something I couldn't even dream of happening back then. It's...shit, I think I'm tearing up a little."
    "I won't lie, I don't agree with his plans with a Holy Grail at all. Robbing humanity of their free will, their greatest gift from God basically goes against everything Israel itself stood for. But the rebellion's failure? His fate? I can't say seeing it did our King's thoughts on the Human Order any favors."

    Johanna: "The collected prayers, wishes and thoughts of every single person in history who believed in her existence and willed her into reality, a fantasy made manifest who learned what it meant to be human...MoMo, were any of the Demon Gods like her back then?"
    "Not really. Before we gained our names, we were just a bunch of jinns wandering the region as freeloaders. Believe it or not, I was actually the spirit of a Baetylus stone before Solomon came to me with his contract and took me in as a familiar. That's...probably how my Sakhr legend started among the Islamic texts."

    Charlemagne: "Charlie? He's actually a pretty chill guy. He does tend to judge everything by the...er, what was that term he used? By the 'ultra-super coolness factor', but he's surprisingly calm and coolheaded when he needs to be. You won't believe how effective he can be as a field commander when the chips are down. Or how much he tends to carry that over to tabletop roleplay games. I can hear him roleplaying with Lucian sometimes from down the damn hallway."
    "I swear, sometimes I can hear him in our room with the door closed. And they're supposed to be sound proofed.

    Any Hassan that isn't Gramps: "The leaders of the legendary Hashashin who were famed for inspiring the very word 'assassin', and the ones integral to the Camelot Singularity....hey, don't look at me, we Demon Gods were almost completely out of the loop for that one. Even King Goetia was stumped on just how the Lion King manifested in the Singularity without the Holy Grail's aid."

    First Hassan: "Urgh. That man...no, he can't even be called a man anymore. That being terrifies me. Even moreso than King Goetia and you, Master. Combined. The ability to imprint a concept of death onto another being, human or not, is the very opposite of what we strived to do for humanity. I'm just glad I didn't have to fight him back at the Temple. Some of the Gazing Star members were screaming bloody murder the moment he manifested, even with the knowledge that we can just regenerate."

    Ishtar: "I recognize that divine presence. Isn't that supposed to be Ishtar? Solomon built a shrine to her for one of his wives as 'Ashtarte' to get around the whole 'originating from Mesopotamia' thing when she pleaded for a way to express her own faith. Though...I heard she's supposed to be more cold and distant with humans. She's a lot more bubbly than I remember...Master, what's with that look? We were capable of observing humanity the moment Solomon died, but Solomon died almost a thousand years after Babylonia collapsed. As the all-important Command Center, King Goetia might have been able to glimpse into the past using everyone's combined power, but individually we weren't capable of looking ourselves."

    Blackbeard: "Tsk. It's that bastard. No, don't get me wrong, Blackbeard is, as you like to put it, 'a bro among bros', but when he decides to go all in on an act it's so good that even the Observatory can't tell where his personality ends and the act begins. Do you have any idea how humiliating it is for the Demon Gods who are specifically meant to specialize in human observation, unable to gauge people? It'd be like going to a sushi restaurant where the chefs can't make sushi.

    "Yes, I know I'm being petty. Let me be petty against him, please."


    Nero: Surprisingly enough, Sarah and Nero often have lunches together and chat about their lives back then. Sarah also uses some of Nero's Spiritron Dresses as ideas to commissions more clothes for herself and Asmodeus every now and then. She's particularly fond of ideas with the Silk of Venus.

    Draco: "I dislike that tiny crowned bean. Her smug aura mocks me. It's like she's mocking our 3000 year plan's failure....I'm gonna replace her not-so-secret wine stash with grape juice and soda later."

    ...Later, you find Draco riding one of her False Demon Gods and screaming for Asmodeus' head. Note to self, don't touch her wine stash, it seems.

    Medea Lily: "Oh God! Quick, Mistress, hide me! That witch there is crazy in a scale that scared even the other Demon Gods when we were still operational! She managed to steal Haagenti from the collective, cloned him and turned the clone into a reagent just to make infinite pancakes! She stole a Demon God just for some baking ingredients! I don't even want to think of what horrible things that sociopath will do to me just for some minor convenience..."

    Artemis and Orion: "I won't lie, people tend to compare the four of us with each other a lot as couples. Which, I can honestly kind of see a little? But there's one major caveat with their summoning~"
    "Mistress? What are you-MMPF! Mm, mmm~ S-Sarah, come on, give me a little heads up next time~
    I don't think I will, heheh~

    Bezalel: "BEZALEL?! Of course I know who Bezalel is! You'd have to live in a cave if you were Jewish and didn't know about the man who built the Ark of the Covenant! I heard even King David and King Solomon spoke of him in high regards when they saw his work!"
    "Though he's certainly more high-strung than I expected. This is OCD to such a degree that it's perfectionism in all but name. I guess when God Himself is counting on you for your work you can't half-ass anything in the slightest."

    Mary: "..."
    "..."
    "..."
    "...So that's why Clytie avoids her so much."

    "Delilah": "She's...Delilah? No, that can't be right. She doesn't feel like a person. She doesn't feel like a human in the first place...Sarah, get behind me. Something's wrong. There's something staring at us from beyond that unperson's Spirit Origin."

    Adam Kadmon: "The First Soul. The Sephirot's Peak, who personally witnessed the Gates of Eden and the Exile of Man through Adam himself. But if they saw such an event, perhaps they would know where the Tree of Life was...and how to obtain it's fruit.

    "Um, excuse me, Miss. I heard you were recruiting Servants for something? My wife and I may have a proposition for you. Not, not a recruitment thing, let's just call it....a mutual partnership, yes?"


    Tower of Babel: "Okay, remember when I said I didn't get why some people like women taller than them?"
    "Yes, Mistress?"
    "I, I take it back, I completely get why now. Is that why you blushed every time I looked down at you when you were against the wall?"
    "M-Maybe~"

    Sisera and his Mother: "I'm admittedly really conflicted about this. On one hand, she used to be a ruthless cultist for a pagan deity, who I'm pretty sure was the one glaring at us and tossing a bunch of curses and hexes at Chaldea through that literal meat puppet's Saint Graph if it weren't for other Servants nullifying the curses early on. On the other hand, she's definitely...er, redeemed herself? She's at least changed her ways now. She also gives us tips for raising our own kids for the future."
    "I still think we couldn't have children as Servants, Mistress. But she promised to help us pick out a crib from Da Vinci if we could."
    "And she promised to help us pick out a crib design from Da Vinci, that too."

    Joshua: "I still can't believe that's supposed to be the man who succeeded Moses. I mean, I can kind of see it, but it's still jarring seeing the man who succeeded in leading everyone to Israel doing yoga in the simulator. It's kind of like tonal whiplash.

    Jashobeam: "The leader of the Gibborim, Israel's first ever Special Operations unit, andKing David's foremost sword and shield. It's been amazing just getting to even speak with him here in Chaldea, but he's...uh...he's kind of..."
    "Airheaded, Mistress. There's no need to sugarcoat it. You wouldn't believe the number of times I saw him accidentally tripping over or into pottery around the Temple because he got too into a conversation with his fellow Thirty. It was amusing to see. You could hear Flauros cackling like an idiot whenever it happened.

    Saint Walpurga: "For a witch who stood as the Face of Hecate and fought God head-on, even if she lost, she's very energetic and bubbly even around Servants of Abrahamic faith. Don't get me wrong, even if God's decision to turn her into a saint like some cruel cosmic joke and I am halfway suspecting that she fought either that Gnostic shithead Yaldaboath instead, she doesn't seem to hold it against Him for some....crazy reason. I don't get it, but I won't complain about the multiple dance parties she's invited Sarah and I to. I swear, Solomon would love her performances, they're practically the same as the idol contests he watches when he thinks nobody knows."

    'Paul of TauSUS (Among Us Joke here)': "I will judge you. I will not lie, for to lie to to go against my being as a Demon God. I will never cease to judge you, for what you did to him in your moment of doubt. But, at the very least, I can forgive you. You, who felt regret and grief at his death, and tried to repent with your life, however meager it may have been. That alone tells me, that there is still a chance for salvation for you, no matter what anyone else may say. And that, for me, is enough."

    Ehud: Officially, the three of them rarely interact save for brief greetings during meals should they ever pass by.

    Unofficially, however, Ehud is acting as a hidden watchdog, making sure Asmodeus stays in line and doesn't try anything that could jeopardize the Human Order again. Should he find evidence of such, he'll end both hers and Sarah's life himself if he needs to.

    Benjamin:"That's Benjamin?! Oh my gosh, he looks so cute~ I just wanna squish his little cheeks together~ MoMo, imagine if our kids grow up looking like him~"
    "Mistress. Mistress, please, that is the founder of one of the Twelve Tribes of Israel. Please don't give in to blasphemy in public."
    "Ooooh?~ 'In public', huh?~"

    Samuel: "I've heard of him, actually. The Last Judge of Israel, the kingmaker who was once considered to be Israel's very own Merlin. He's every bit the pious sage everyone spoke of him as...though I think he's a little too old-fashioned. And, sensitive about that. I think he almost had a stroke when that Sei girl called him a 'boomer'."

    Mary 2: Salvation Boogaloo:The two of them tend to stay away from the Holy Mother as much as possible. Sarah because she's beside herself with anxiety and nerves trying to conduct herself in front of such a mythical figure, and Asmodeus because, being syncretized with the concept of a demon, Mary's presence legitimately hurts her. A lot.

    Saint Clement the First: "Back, herald of the sea devil. Back your foul form away from her. Your machinations will not taint her, just as your fool god's influences failed to taint Israel so long ago. Now, leave our room, and I won't explain to Master just why the kitchen's going to be stocked up on sashimi for the next five months."

    Zipporah: "....Do you know why we decided to abandon our purpose? Us Pillars of Magic who watched over the world. We were dissatisfied. Dissatisfied with the concept of human mortality. Dissatisfied with Solomon, who never moved to help even a single human soul. Dissatisfied with God, and whatever 'grand plan' He held that required so much suffering and strife for a purpose He'd never reveal. Do not misunderstand, in the end I am still a pious creation of Solomon who understood the faith he put in the Holy Father, but that doesn't mean that we never resented God for what we saw as wanton cruelty.

    "I guess, what I'm trying to say is, I understand and stand behind your salvation, Zipporah, lover of Moses. Should the time come where you stand against God, know that at the very least, a demon shall have your back. Just...don't tell my wife, please?"


    Ruth: Asmodeus, being a creation of Solomon, is naturally counted as a family member by Ruth and often invited to family dinners alongside Sarah. She tends to blush from embarrassment since usually Ruth grills Sarah for stories about their married life with Tobias.

    Sarah always breaks out the funny stories during that time.

    Goliath: Sarah and Asmodeus say nothing to him whenever they eat together in lunch, and he says nothing to them in return. It's an awkward relationship between three fervently pious faithgoers, punctuated only by the occasional offer for some out-of-stock food Goliath might enjoy. Perhaps one day, they might come to an understanding, but it is certain that that day wouldn't be anytime soon.

    Aton and her Fine Ass: "....Asmodeus."
    "Yes, Mistress."
    "If Balaam ever manifests in Chaldea, you have my express permission to end him then and there."
    "It would be my utmost pleasure to take his life, Sarah."

    Behemoth: Ironically enough, Behemoth likes to drop by their room and sleep in there when they're around. Not, not because of him trying to feel Sarah up or anything, Asmodeus would try to cook him then and there, however useless of an effort it may be. No, it's just because they have a really comfortable beanbag chair in their room that he likes to laze around in, and Sarah tends to dote on him if he plays up the 'tiny bean' act, much to Asmodeus' chagrin.

    ...Though, rarely, very rarely, if one were to manage to catch all three of them sleeping, they'd find Sarah and Asmodeus protectively hugging a dozing Behemoth with small smiles on their faces. Like two parent hugging their child in their sleep.

    Uzziah: "King Uzziah? Yeah, the man's ego is probably the size of the Temple as is, but for all his boasting and his flaunting his ability to summon a literal ICBM with with Noble Phantasm, he's surely grown more humble from what I last heard about him. That, and Mistress likes the cocktails he makes."
    "I think he's been taking lessons from that Moriarty fellow, which says a lot about how toned down his ego is nowadays."

    Zacchaeus: "A...homunculus? I understand the possibility of homuculi being summoned given their attachments to certain legends, but I didn't think you'd bypass the prerequisite of death the same way Merlin did. Just don't go Lostbelt 6 on Chaldea, Lady Zacchaeus. From what I hear, the Fae there were....they were really, really bad. I don't know how exactly to put it into words."

    Lamech: "I have never met a human so proud of the fact that he was a kinslayer of the highest order. This man, if I can even call him something meant to resemble a human anymore, is someone worse even than Solomon. Master, do you understand how cruel, foul and debased of a human being must one be that we considered them worse than Solomon? Just...if you wanna keep him around, make sure he stays far away from Sarah, at least."

    Spamton G Spamton: I couldn't actually think of a good dialogue to put here so just imagine a bunch of Deltarune Spamton memes plastered all over the screen or something.

    Hong Xiuquan: "I'LL KILL HIM! I'LL KILL THAT HERETICAL SACK OF SHIT! SARAH, LET ME GO! I JUST WANT TO TURN THAT MOTHERFUCKER'S INSIDES INTO HS OUTSIDES!"

    As you can see, Asmodeus tends to be very...vocal, about Berserker's bloodstained legend and what she thinks about it. The only reason why she hasn't turned his Saint Graph into a magic furnace is because Sarah's keeping her at bay as best she can.

    Afonso Henriques: "Y-Your Majesty! Sorry about the...um, the nudity, why did you come here....It's already 1 PM?! Sorry about that, just gimme a bit and I'll go get MoMo! See you in the simulator! I can't believe we lost track of time like that..."

    Afonso is a frequent sparring partner with Sarah and Asmodeus, to the point where they tend to have spars every week if nothing comes up. Afonso uses the genuinely difficult fight to sate his lust for battle if it acts up, and Sarah and Asmodeus use it as a way to better any potential strategies the two of them would use in an actual battle.

    Michael not-Myers: "I understand her predicament, as the Angel who cherishes the Lord but loves mankind beyond all else...but I cannot bring myself to like her. To forcibly strip away her personality, her opinions, her wants, ideals, desires, just to render herself into an emotionless soldier of God. I've seen it before. I've hated it before. She reminds me of Solomon."

    Samya-zaza, Angel of Weed (probably): The duo were caught in Samyaza's Noble Phantasm once, during an inadvertent activation on a routine supply run. When Ritsuka returned after gathering enough spells to properly mitigate the Bounded Field's effects and went in to recover them, they found the two making out with each other, drenched in lewd fluids and ravishing each other in public. Around them, a bunch of men and women lay unconscious or worse. Apparently they'd tried to join in, and judging by the evidence of magical blasts scattered everywhere, Asmodeus didn't take kindly to that.

    They still haven't forgiven Samyaza for what happened.

    Smug Sis Gabby: "Wow, I thought Raphael was joking when he called her a smug tsundere with a muscle fetish, but no, he was...telling the truth."
    "PFFFF-Koof, gack, guh, ts-tsundere? How did Raphael even learn that word? Where did he even learn that word?! Is he...is he an otaku just like Blackbeard?! The horror. Oh Lord, the horror. Not the weeb archangels. Anything but the weeb archangels!"

    Local Stinky Gremlin Beast: "Eugh. I don't like the fact that he's connected to me on a conceptual level. He keeps trying to convince me to join his side because of my origins and my status as a literal pillar of magic. He had a good pitch going, too, until he mentioned me owning Sarah if I joined him. Like a pet. Not a lover.

    "I'm glad to say that I've managed to immortalize the moment I punched him in the face with a camera. Wanna see?"


    Local Saver Cutie Patootie: "I still can't because that's actually God in the flesh. I'm stuck deciding whether or not I should bow to her every time I pass her in the halls or not. I'm just glad she doesn't hate Judaism in the slightest. I heard about what she did with the merchants and the whip."
    "Don't let that fool you, Mistress. She hand-braided the whip personally. That kind of process takes four hours at the very least. Despite her pacifism, I wouldn't put it past her to know how to fight if she ever finds herself backed into a corner. Personally, I'm more surprised that the legend of her Feeding the 5,000 with only five loaves of bread and two fish...manifested in her having a preference for fish sandwiches. It's very...human, of her. She certainly didn't have that trait back then. Then again, deep-frying fish filets wasn't a known method of cooking...."
    "W-Wait, you've seen her in the flesh back then?! Like, like when she was alive?!"
    "Of course. The Demon Gods had been watching the world since Solomon's death almost a thousand years before Jesus was even born. Most of us watched her pilgrimage from Ars Paulina, but a few of our hosts met her while cooped up in some of the Magic Crests-WAGH!"
    "Deets! Detaaaaiiiiils!! Please, MoMo!!"

    Heaven's Exhibitionist: Asmodeus has been avoiding Metatron whenever she can, not because of her angelic nature but because of her potential omniscience. Ignoring the slight twangs of jealousy at seeing a Servant with a power she once had, she feels embarrassment whenever she ends up near her room. Metatron, for her part, just gives Asmodeus a judging stare every time she passes by while pointing knowingly at the Kama Sutra and waggling her eyebrows.

    KAMEN RIDER ANGEL!™: "I WAS JOKING ABOUT THERE BEING OTAKU ARCHANGELS, DAMMIT!"

    Still in Time Out: "...Honey? What is the Fallen Morningstar doing in our room playing Civ 6?"
    "Oh shit, I thought you'd be back earlier. Uuuumm....well, remember how I told you about that Kramer asshole published in, like, the 1400s? The one that basically established Magecraft as something Satanic to Christians?
    "The Malleus Maleficarum, yeah, why?"
    "Weeeeeell, the text in it said that I was the demon of lust, and it also said that Lucifer was the demon of pride, and he came here to vent about it. A lot. I don't know how it ended in him playing video games, I think Osakabehime slipped some into here while we were out and he found out about them by accident."
    "It helps me destress!" :D
    "....Eh. Alright."
    "Wow, you're taking this way better than I actually thought you would, to be honest."
    "Lucifer, I'm married to the 'demon of lust' you came to vent to, who's also a legitmate world-ending threat. Not much can faze me these days."
    "GudaGuda."
    "I said 'not much', not 'nothing'. Anyways, want some apple pie?"
    "Apple pie?! Yes, please!~"

    Literally Just Monopoly: "Son of a-What is it with Malleus Maleficarum and flocking to our room? Look, I'm fine with your Profit Calculation powers and your all but endless greed, but keep Sarah away from
    your machinations, or I swear to every deity both above and below the World I'll give you a personal taste of the Ritual that once Incinerated Human History, consequences be damned."


    The Proto-Cringe Ass Nae Nae Birdy: "Ugh, I can see why people call them the 'Peacock Angel'. They sure as hell act like a peacock with how much they strut around in that garish looking peacock feather...boa? Is that even a boa?"
    "Her actual clothes do seem pretty chic, if it weren't for the fact that she's ruined them by slapping a bunch of peacock emblems everywhere. There's such a thing as 'too much branding', for crying out loud."

    Barbatos: "PFFFFFT-Koff, kah, koff koff-BARBATOS?! You actually survived?! The last time I saw you you were getting steamed like a lobster by Babbage! At...at least your death wasn't as bad as some of the others. Yeesh. Andromalius is an asshole, but even I pitied how he went out.

    "...Huh? What? What do you mean 'have I ever died forty-thousand times in one second'? Of course I haven't, why are you asking?...Oh. Oh. Oh you poor, poor tsundere dumbass. I thought nothing could beat Andromalius' death. I think this is the first time I've ever regretted being so wrong."


    Marcosias: "...I don't even know what to say about this. Wh-Master, stop looking at me like that, I knew Marchosias was a furry, all of us knew he was a furry, but I didn't actually think summoning him would manifest him as his literal fursona, what the actual hell?!"

    Mozart=Amdusias: "Amdusias? Wait, no. That's not the Amdusias I know....I see. So the Throne really is expansive, if it can pull in hypothetical instances and recreate them into Proper Human History. Good day, fellow Demon God, who conquered the eternally loving musician. Yours was a world in which you succeeded, then."

    Menelik I: "Hey, is that...Menelik? Mene, over here! It's good to see you arrived in Chaldea, Mene! Don't worry, your dynasty stood for almost as long as it took for us to enact the Incineration Ritual. Which, almost three thousand years, even we were impressed the empire lasted that long without one of the passing rulers messing the entire thing up.

    "Oh, her? I'm glad you asked! Sarah, come here, please?~ Sarah, this is my first host and Solomon's son with the Queen of Sheba, Menelik the First. Mene, this is my wife, Sarah~ I wish I could introduce you to my huband as well, but unfortunately he wasn't able to join us here yet."


    Asmodeus is unsurprisingly cavalier with chatting Menelik up, having been the first Demon God to be hosted in the first place with Menelik as her host. She and Menelik know each other like the backs of their hands, and Asmodeus had proudly watched her host build the grand empire of his dreams, a great empire which almost lived as long as their plan. While before she guided and praised his work and efforts like a proud grandparent, here she's regained the same grandmotherly affection and care for her first host but switched to a more energetic, if slightly toned down, attitude with him.

    Menelik, for his part, is stunned speechless at meeting Asmodeus' wife. Or, well, learning Asmodeus was in a polygamous marriage in the first place. He's planning on giving Sarah some royal etiquette lessons later on when he gets the chance. For possible future public appearances, of course.

    The Trinity: "...I see. So this is the answer you reached in your eons-long quest to bring low the great betrayer. Does that mean Solomon's commands were not Yahweh's, but yours all along? Are you truly the
    Devil of Most Abyssal Hell
    God of Most High Heaven
    we 72 Demon Gods served and rejected in the face of human suffering?"

    "...I understand your love for Humanity. In fact, I might even sympathize with it, after witnessing all their trials and tribulations firsthand. This beautiful, cruel species that equally embraces and fears the end of death is a priceless world I have exalted for so long. I know more than almost everyone else here just how much it means to love Man to such a degree that you attain Beasthood, and that is why....your idea of loving humanity is incorrect. I know you won't listen to me. It's not in your way of life to do so. I will fight you. I will lose. And I will carve my message into your flesh, so that you won't forget what I have to say, even if it's for but a scant second. Come, Asmodeus. We have work to do."
    "I hear and obey, Sarah. Let us go to our beautiful and ignoble deaths."

    Ferocious Lamb: "How dare you? To render all of humanity into a mere pittance of it's population in the future and claim that it is salvation. The very essence of humanity is in their imperfections, their sins and flaws that they to conquer nonetheless. To seek out only the purest of humanity to save, and claim that death for 'their own good'...You sound worse than Solomon. You sound like an abusive lover who tells humanity that they are in the wrong for you abusing them. You shunt the blame unto the victims and cover your ears to the protests of the just. You are no savior. You do not fit the Class of Saver at all. If anything, you should shunt that false designation before the resulting paradox makes your Saint Graph collapse.

    "Beast of Pitiful Salvation. False Messiah who holds the Throne I once held alongside my fellow Demon Gods. Your love is incorrect. Your methods are flawed and warped. And now that you have taken on the designation of a Beast, understand that the 'heretics' you despise now have a fighting chance. Understand this, and despair. Your salvation shall be dismantled by humanity, in humanity's name."


    The First: "...I see. To reject the work of humanity and attempt to excise Sentience from their forms. You regret the choice you made, and attempt to correct the results no matter how long ago your choice's consequences have already occurred. That may be so, but just as humanity has gained the ability to make mistakes, they have also gained the ability to make great works and achievements with their own two hands. It was through their sentience that mankind became the great species they are today, and to rob them of that sentience will spit on everything they have ever worked for.

    "I cannot agree with your love, Predecessor of Man. I wished to rob man of the concept of Death, not of the concept of Knowledge. However hypocritical of me it sounds, I will stand here, against you, to stop your love from ever winning. Because if I don't...my wife would be caught up in your Nega-Sapience. And that's something I could never allow to happen."


    O' Distant Star of Holy Past: "I can't speak of the loneliness you must have felt, stuck out there in the vastness of space by your lonesome. I understand your love. Why wouldn't I? But...even if this plan of yours worked, I think I would want to choose to live outside of that paradise. Utopia used to mean 'a place that doesn't exist', after all! But for you to wish to help us so much, even as an existence we humans couldn't possibly fathom...I can't do much for you here but I can at least give you this."

    It's a simple hug and a few words of thanks given to the North Star, but she drinks in the affection and hugs Sarah back, her shoulders shaking with both gratitude and relief as thankful tears stream from her eyes.

    Ballsack: No words are necessary. No exchanges are made between the three. The moment Asmodeus and Sarah set their eyes on the Beast of Entropy and remembered the terror Aton showed at his mere name, Asmodeus immediately holds out a hand and begins to charge a magic blast to fire at his vessel.

    ...It's through sheer luck that Chaldea isn't reduced to rubble thanks to Ritsuka managing to get to the scene of the fight in the nick of time.

    Mash Kyrielight: "...You know, now that I think about it, you and I are both creations of Solomon, in a way. Does that mean you're technically my little sister? Oh god, did...did I support King Goetia killing my little sister? I'm so sorry for the Temple, I should have at least attempted to protest instead of just going along with the others-"

    It eventually devolves into Asmodeus apologizing to Mash over a bunch of things and Mash trying to placate her now-declared big sister about the Temple of Time. Their relationship is still somewhat awkward at the moment.

    Solomon: Secretly, when almost everyone else is asleep and the hallways are dark and quiet, a person's footsteps can be heard traversing the hallways, light and purposeful as if searching for something. They stop in front of an unoccupied room, the same as every other bedroom in the facility. With a wave, the sensors activate and the doors open to a dark interior. Everything is dusty, as if nobody's been here for a long while. The shelves are lined with Magi☆Mari merch, figurines and other anime-related commodities, and there's a medical coat and some notes still stacked on the desk.

    Wordlessly, they begin cleaning the room by themselves, closing the doors behind them to give nothing away. Dusting the shelves, sweeping the floor and the like. They work alone, pausing when the doors open once more and somebody steps inside. A single glance tells them who it is, and they eventually return to work. The second person only stands there at first, but eventually joins the first in cleaning the room.

    They work silently, barely acknowledging the other as the room starts to look more presentable. As their self-imposed duty came to an end, and the only thing left was to polish the pictures on the desk, the first figure swallowed nervously, looking at the second person, before finally beginning to speak in the tangible silence of the Doctor's room...

    Rehoboam: "...I hated him. Your father, I mean. For all his wisdom and god-given gifts, he was a machine who seemed to not care for his people and only followed commands that were input into his brain like a fucking chatbot. He never once tried to help his people, never once tried to answer their worries and simply kept the same thin smile throughout his entire reign, no matter what. Machine of God indeed. He was a machine from start to finish, with little snippets of humanity in between.

    "Can I tell you a secret? I think, along the way, I lost faith in God. Along the way, somewhere down the line, I began to question the true magnitude and scope of God's plan. Why must humans suffer in such agony for His sake? Why must there be no other Gods to worship, no other Divine Spirits to acknowledge before His presence? Was His goal to stave off His inevitable journey to the Reverse Side? Could God, even with His omnipotence and almighty sight, do nothing against the end? The me who could see only the eternal present was unable to comprehend the futures He must have surely saw and fell into despair and rage. Even now, I could not recover my faith, and linger as a demon. Perhaps that is why I was classified a demon on par with Lucifer, haha.

    "Do you know what that means? I haven't regained my faith in God. I still despise Solomon with all my soul, even now. That is why I can say, with the utmost sincerity, that your rule was right. Perhaps you were not Solomon. Perhaps you were always meant to be someone inferior to your father. But all I can say is that, at the very least, you tried to help your people. An effort made and failed is one better than an effort never made. So stand tall. You, O King of Israel, are a king the Demon God Beleth approved and personally cared for. For Solomon, who not even a single Demon God approved of, that is a status that already raises you higher than him. That's what I think, at least."





    Related DialogueDavid: "Master, I'd...like to return to my room. For a small while, at least. Thank you, Ritsuka."

    Contrary to Sarah's enthusiastic reaction to him, David's reaction is far more somber and subdued as he takes one look at Asmodeus, understands her connection to his son and asks for a bit of alone time. It's easy to understand just why he wants some time to himself, at least. Their relationship as is is still somewhat awkward at the moment.

    Queen of Sheba: "I still remember what they tried to do. To burn away the Human Order and excise death from humanity is a feat unimaginable in both it's cruelty and it's impossibility, and the mere fact that they considered it, let alone moved to enact it, is something we must always remember. They're beings I know I should be furious at. They're beings I know I should be hating from the bottom of my heart. If not for my wishes, then at least on behalf of the Doctor's disappointment for the hive mind that was once 'Goetia'.

    "...But I look at Asmodeus, and I see her change in mentality in full force. I see her desire to stay with her beloved. I see her grief at having harmed someone she now considers a sister. I see her envy, her lust, her flaws and virtues all wrapped in one. I look at her, and see someone becoming a human. And some part of me...some part of me can't help but feel pride. Is that so wrong of me, Master? To look at someone I could call a daughter and feel pride in their growth, even knowing the horrors they'd done?"


    Noah: "Those two admittedly make a perfect pair. You wouldn't believe just how much they just seem to...click, in a sense. Even then, they feel like they're still waiting for someone. A third person to their relationship? On one hand,
    that'll break the nice 'pair' synergy they have going on...no, wait, if anything I get the feeling it'll only add to the relationship they have. Maybe I should ask them about what their lives were like. I always did want to talk to them, but they'd suddenly gain blushes and stammer a lot before leaving quickly. Do you think we could share drinks later, Master?"


    Jeanne d'Arc: "Admittedly I'm not sure how to feel about them, Master. Asmodeus, you must understand, is an unknown factor here. A fragment of Beast I who still has a legitimate claim to the Throne. A far weaker entity than the norm and with far more restrictions and far more preparation needed to ascend, but a legitimate candidate nonetheless. At the same time, her time with Sarah gives her a shoulder to lean on, a person to vent and speak to, someone who can finally give her the light she'd craved for so long. Is this why she manifested with Asmodeus? Had God's influence allowed them to reunite after so long?...I see. Then I will surely pray for their happiness, now and forevermore."

    Martha: "Oh! Hello, Master! Don't worry, I was just inviting Asmodeus here to our morning prayer session by the church. Jeanne tends to lead us, but I offered to lead and wanted to see if she'd like to join in. We're just about ready here."

    When Martha thinks Ritsuka isn't looking, she jabs two fingers in front of her eyes, points them at Asmodeus threateningly, and then makes very clenched fists that make her knuckles pop audibly in a blatant warning sign. It's very imposing.

    Samson: Due to Madness Enhancement, he can't actually say anything about them, but Ritsuka can find him looking silently at Asmodeus. Not in fury, nor in judgement, but in...contemplation. As if he was deep in thought about just how such a blasphamous relationship, so debased and unholy yet wholesome and complete, could ever work like those two's. It's not a topic he likes to dwell in much, though, since it tends to remind him of his own past relationship with Delilah.

    Salome: "I'm so happy for them!~ They love each other so, so, so, so much~ Even though their relationship is so forbidden, they want each other enough to make it work so perfectly~ That kind of love that they feel for each other...it reminds me of how I felt for Jokanaan, even if it doesn't feel like the same thing~"

    A love that, secretly, even a love-obsessed Berserker like Salome approves and sympathizes with. It's unknown if Asmodeus secretly exhibits the same jealousy and possessiveness towards Sarah as she did in the past, even now as Sarah's loving wife and sub, or if Salome is feeling the fervent depths of their love for one another. Only they know the true depths of what they truly feel, and something tells you it's something they'll keep very close to their hearts.

    Ozymandias: "I have said my stance on their relationship, Master. A pharaoh is the ruler of earth. Everything under my rule is valued as equal. Superiority and inferiority do not exist. I care not for their their love for one another, whatever gender they may be. I simply require that, as subjects to I, the pharaoh, they pay due respect to my position and majesty as well.

    "...What? No, I am not going to follow that gilded king Gilgamesh's example and bed them. I simply wish for them to bow and address me as 'Your Highness' should I greet them, that's all."


    Amakusa Shirou Tokisada: "Asmodeus and Sarah....I admit, I never heard of their story during the Rebellion, but even I can understand just cruel of a wish the Demon God Pillars had for humanity. That, and King David told me about them a while after I was summoned to Chaldea. I'm just saying, Master. We should keep a close eye on them, in the future. Just in case."

    Johanna: "Those two seem close, but at the same time they don't tend to reach out to other people a lot. Hmmm....Maybe I could be their friend! Or, well, I could get to know them a little bit before befriending them! Master, what sort of activities do they like?....Master? Why are you blushing, Master? Did I say something wrong?"

    Charlemagne: "Whoooooa! That girl's Noble Phantasm, the one where she fires off that giant magic wave like 'FWOOOSH' and 'KABOOM'! It's coolness factor is so high, Master! I don't think it's peak cool, but it's high up there!"

    Ishtar: "Hooooh? So Solomon had a wife who worshipped me, hmmm?~ And I had a whole shrine built in my honor over in Israel marking myself as a higher deity, hmmm?~ Then that means I'm ranked higher than you when it comes to authority in Israel, hmmm?~"

    Smug girlfailure goddess is smug.

    Gilles (Saber): "I see. So, somehow, in some way, you and I ended up in the same situation. I would ask you just how you ever managed to recover, but seeing what I saw at the Temple is answer enough. At the least, perhaps we have gained a second chance. A chance for redemption from our sinful selves. To that second chance. A toast."

    Serenity: "The ability to fall in love even as an inhuman being, and the love that transcends time and space, and was so deep and profound that she grieved even three millennia...I'm jealous, Master. If I could ever experience love, would I be able to find someone who could love me so deeply and profoundly even if I return to the Throne? Would you ever love me so deeply, like you love Mash?"

    First Hassan: "Fool. The moment thou declared that death was an impurity of life and worked to realize that falsity, thy crusade became doomed to eternal failure. I shall tell thee what I hath told the Mother of Life. All that begins must end. So, too, all that lives, dies, and in dying, value finds. Thy vaunted eternity is but hollow slumber, cursed to haunt man in moments both waking and not. Former Beast of Disaster, grand evil who mourns the ending of the finite, thy wish of grief and despair that man stay with thee forever and stagnate in turn is the height of folly. Should thy ever turn to the Throne of Pity once more...Thou Head shall join thy lover's in rest forevermore."

    Nero: "Umu~ Master, what are thos two wearing? Those risque and provocative clothes, I want a version of my own! They look so soft and easy to move in~...Eh? Master, why are you blushing? Oho~ Could it be, were you imagining me in such clothes? Did you like what you imagined, Master? Hmhmhm~"

    Draco: "Where is she?! That impudent Beast fragment who sabotaged my secret stash of expensive alcohol?! I'm going to hang her head over my bedframe for this! I don't care that Servant bodies disappear on death, I'll find a way somehow! How dare you replace my wine with grape juice! Does she think me a child?!"

    It takes Ritsuka lots of time wrapping Draco in a blanket burrito and consoling her about the loss of her wine before she finally calms down. Ironically enough, treating her like an angry child seems to work wonders in placating her.

    Medea Lily: "I can feel it...a source of limitless magic energy! A wellspring of potential prana just waiting to be molded and manifested! Finally....Finally, I can get a source of infinite maple syrup for our pancakes!~ Muahahahahahaha-Oh, Master, I didn't see you there. Why are you backing away like that?"

    Artemis and Orion: Unsurprisingly, Artemis tends to get pouty whenever she sees Sarah and Asmodeus doing PDAs and cuddling with each other. Mostly because they keep reminding her that thanks to the nature of Orion's summoning and her Darling being stuck in teddy bear form she can't give him tongue like they are. Orion does his best to console her when he can.



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    Bond FinalSeal of Gold, Prayer of Selfishness



    "I'm not a good person. I'm not even a person, honestly. I've done horrible things in the name of humanity's immortality. I've tried to burn away a history I no longer believed in out of grief and despair. I won't lie, not to myself nor to anyone else. I'm a terrible, terrible being. I know that one day, my punishment will come and I can do nothing but accept it in the end.

    "But even so. Even so, I want to stave off my inevitable karma. Even so, I want to be with her. Just for a little longer, I want to be with Sarah. God. Satan. Anyone. Anyone who's willing to grant a selfish idiot's plea. Please, just let me stay with her. Just for a little longer, let me stay with her."


    A small golden pendant with a velvet black interior and a golden inlaid seal imprinted on top. Within the pendant is a desperately whispered wish, a prayer of greed to any deity willing to listen, begging for something that may never come to pass. When you inspect the seal's contents later on, you find that the seal is designated to the 32nd ranked Demon in the Ars Goetia.

    Asmodeus.



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    Art SourcesThe Class Card was made by myself in an outdated version of MSPaint after Spelror drew a cool Binder Class Card and then colored it in a shade I affectionately refer to as 'pissgoblin gold', and then I copied that and painstakingly editted half of it over the official Gold Caster Class Card.

    I don't have a drawing tablet. I had to do it by mouse. It was dog ass.

    I don't actually know where the original faceclaim image is even from, I just found it while scrolling through Google images. The image link led to this Amino blog post here, but when I tried to track it down even more everything came up a blank. It's like Actor all over again...

    The Bond CE image is a picture of this gold-engraved demon seal necklace being sold on Etsy. Some people have the weirdest aesthetics, it seems.


    NotesThis was, once again, preemptively written with the Secret Santa contest in mind....but I got so into it that I forgot to submit my pool of prompts and got left out, so now it's just here. Either way, behold! A Very Normal™ Dommy Mommy and her parasocial yandere Demon God(dess) Pillar stalker sub girlfriend/basically-her-wife. Wow that's a mouthful.

    But while writing with my instincts, I accidentally added in some angst, which I don't like because it's...well, it's turbo-cringe (fight me, Bn, I will die on this hill I claim) but it's ended up as part of Asmodeus' character as well as just what pushed her to pursue giving humanity immortality, so for the angst-lovers, enjoy what angst I accidentally put in here because I'm gonna try to make sure it doesn't happen again.

    Also, side note, this duo was meant to be a parallel of Artemis and Orion. Also, technically Yu Mei-Ren and Xiang Yu, but I don't count them because LB3 is fucking dogshit and I refuse to acknowledge anything about it's existence in the slightest.

    Yes, I absolutely wrote it so both of them are into bondage, fight me. I like the idea of normal pretty human being tying the literal embodiment of charm magic....and said embodiment being a huge fan of it. I regret nothing there. Nothing!


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    As the deadline for the Schlock anniversary is tomorrow, it seems that this will have to be the last Servant I turbo out. But it's a good one, I promise! I wouldn't have made it my first post in CaS4 otherwise.

    (Shoutout to Comun for providing me with the excerpt from Fate/Lost Einherjar that elucidated on how to depict Elves in the Nasuverse.)
    ----

    Saber

    "I won’t dress it up. At their base, humans are no different from a flock of pigeons. If one bird flies right, they all follow. Every last one of them doesn't try to see anything but their own gain and their own hubris. That’s why no matter how virtuous they pretend to be, with a smile on their face they’ll commit the worst cruelties if simply ordered to...



    True Name: Wayland
    AKA: Wēland, Velent, Völundr
    Epithet: "The Weather-Eyed Shooter"
    Region: Sápmi (Age of Gods)
    Alignment: Neutral Evil
    Likes: Beer, Family
    Dislikes: Bullies, Dwarfs
    Talents: Hunting, Skiing
    Natural Enemy: King Níðuðr

    Parameters
    STR: (B) END: (C) AGI: (C) MGI: (A) LCK: (D) NP: (B)

    Character

    Saber takes the form of Wayland the Smith, the skilled yet antisocial master smith of Germanic legend, whose mystical creations pop up in the myths of many a European hero.

    Ignoring his elaborate magitech swan getup from the Age of Gods, Wayland is deceptively human looking underneath despite being the “Lord of the Elves”. In many ways the same can be said of his personality, as he is not transcendental at all but boisterous, straightforward and blunt to the point of being openly rude to most people. He has a very dim view of humans as lesser intellectual creatures, but between Wayland’s crass jokes and vulgar behaviour, he doesn’t give a good impression of his supposed genius. Just about the only thing that Wayland takes seriously would be his crafting ability which is a mixture of talent and hard work and he doesn’t tolerate any suggestion that his works are subpar. A loner by nature, Wayland doesn’t expect to get along with his Master or anyone else in the modern world and merely tolerates having to work with them. On the off chance that Wayland does get paired up with someone that shares his misanthropy, he will crack jokes and show a modicum of camaraderie to them. However, one should not get complacent around Wayland as being a form of Nature Spirit he does not possess the same kind of morality as humans and this is most evident in his vindictiveness - as when he was wronged and abused by King Níðuðr, he believed it was perfectly just to murder the man’s young sons and then rape his daughter as vengeance rather than attack the monarch himself. Nevertheless, it seems there is a smidge of virtue within Wayland as he cannot abide bullies, having been beaten everyday himself by Sigurd Fafnesbane when they were both child apprentices to the Dwarf smith Mímir. At the risk of being a stereotype, Wayland also has an irrational hatred of Dwarfs also born out of mistreatment in his childhood.

    In a Holy Grail War, Wayland is not one to take orders kindly as so is always late out of the gate to any conflict. He would much rather enjoy taking his time crafting things first before looking for a fight. If he does finally take an interest then he will gear up in his bird-like getup and will head out. As Wayland was never a frontline soldier, he treats it much more like a hunting expedition like the days of old where he loved to dine on the meat of bears. It got to the point where his own son Viðga would compare his father out hunting more to that of a beast than a man. Being the crafty sneak that he is, Wayland will construct a strange contraption that is halfway between a crossbow and a grenade launcher that will fire out mass produced replicas of his swords, taking full advantage of his legendary status as the “Weather-Eyed Shooter” despite ostensibly being a Saber Class Servant. Thus Wayland will fly through the night sky, stalking his prey and trying to wear them down with long ranged shots before finally swooping in for the kill. As an aside, due to the fact that the Holy Grail War is taking place in Fuyuki and Wayland has no care for being seen by eyewitnesses in his black swan outfit, there will very quickly spread across the city the rumour that a large Tengu has been roaming about and causing havoc.

    His Wish upon the Grail? Despite his general anti-social nature, even Wayland has those he cares for and he never got over his first wife Hervör leaving him. Now he is done waiting for her and should he win the War, he would use the Grail’s power to be reunited with her at last.


    Skills


    Class Skills

    Magic Resistance - (B)
    The granting of protection against magical effects. Differing from the Resistance effect that merely rejects Magical Energy, this ability cancels the spells altogether. As a Nature Spirit from the Age of Gods, Wayland has plenty of experience in dealing with magic users. Because of this, he has gained a strong immunity to magical effects and will automatically reject any spells with a chant below three verses. Even if he is targeted by Greater Magecraft and Greater Rituals, it is difficult for him to be affected in short bursts of exposure.

    Riding - (~)
    A Class Skill of Rider and Saber class Servants, denoting the ability to ride mounts and vehicles. Because Wayland traverses the environment through the use of his Fjaðrhamr Noble Phantasm, this Skill has been lost.

    Territory Creation - (C)
    A Class Skill normally belonging to the Caster Class, creating a special terrain that is advantageous to oneself as a magus, such as for the purpose of collecting mana. Despite being in the wrong Class, Wayland’s capacity for building temporary Workshops in his nomadic life where he would make an array of magical items means that he has co-opted this Skill. Naturally upon his summoning, Wayland will attempt to remodel his Master’s quarters into a space where he can craft to his leisure and will bribe his Master into letting him do it with the precious jewels he’s made…or else intimidate them until he gets his way.

    Personal Skills

    Fairy Eyes - (A)
    The eyes with which Nature Spirits perceive the World. These are not the Mystic Eyes that Humans can possess, but rather the natural sensory function that Elementals have as a terminal node of Nature. For Wayland, he was the “Lord of Elves” in Álfheim which for the Scandinavian Texture, translates to the Great Fairies found in Avalon. Therefore his Elf Eyes focus not on the crude matter that makes up the physical world, but rather the luminous energy that comes out of nature and connects every living being together. Therefore it is difficult to beguile or ensnare Wayland as he can see past all words and perceive a person’s true intentions just by looking at their aura. It also means that magical effects that try to confuse his senses such as a Glamour will have a much higher bar to succeed.

    Hero of Wrought Iron - (A)
    The status of one who achieved their fame through their craftsmanship surpassing all others. Having been apprenticed to master blacksmith Mímir, Wayland became the master of masters and created a number of mystical artifacts used by many heroes across European legend. Once he has gathered the necessary materials, Wayland is able to craft objects at high speed and his skill manifests that the end result is far superior to the sum of its parts. These products that he builds could be anything from a magical weapon given to his Master to defend themselves with, to tools for utility purposes such as a boat to cross an enchanted lake - though Wayland being the narcissist he is, he will waste extra minutes making extra decorative features on anything he crafts for functionless style.

    Weak Constitution - (D)
    A weakness struck by the nature of frail health. Similar in nature to Innocent Monster, where the perception of the people in the future affects the existence of the Heroic Spirit. After he was captured by Níðuðr, the wicked king crippled Wayland’s legs so that he could neither run away or attempt to retaliate when being abused. Even after being summoned in the prime of his life before that incident, Wayland can still feel the burning malice of Níðuðr flicking in his tendons and when he exerts himself in combat, he must pass a Constitution Roll or else he will feel the phantom pain of having his legs destroyed again and his physical Parameters will suffer a Rank Down. It won’t completely debilitate him, but in the midst of combat it can create a moment of weakness for the enemy to strike him down.


    Noble Phantasm



    Fjaðrhamr

    The Black Swan Flies on the Wings of Rebellion

    [Type: Anti-Unit], [Rank: C], [Maximum Range: 0], [Maximum Number of Targets: 1]

    Not for nothing was Wayland compared to Daedelus in the Icelandic manuscripts, for his miraculous escape from the clutches of King Níðuðr was only possible through the creation of the Fjaðrhamr - a Mystic Code that was designed to replicate the abilities of the Svanhvít, the divine feathered garments that allow the Valkyries to fly through the sky. In contrast to the majestic swan cloak that the Valkyries have, the Fjaðrhamr is a pair of complex mechanical wings attached to a contraption on Wayland’s back. Using the combustion system that processes mana into fuel, with the ends of the “feathers” acting as afterburners generating lift, Wayland takes off into the sky and can fly around with great speed and precision. Whilst not as silent as he might have liked, the Fjaðrhamr nevertheless provides Wayland with increased mobility and is generally useful even outside of combat as he can perform reconnaissance or just transport allies across large distances in a short amount of time. Naturally Wayland can also use the exhaust flames as an alternate means of attack for some close combat burn damage.

    As it is an external device, obviously the enemy will be able to target the Fjaðrhamr in an attempt to destroy it and permanently ground the user. As it is one of Wayland’s many creations, he can repair any damage that the Fjaðrhamr takes so long as it isn’t totally destroyed and he has the time to gather the materials needed. Unfortunately the Fjaðrhamr is a rather complex device and so Wayland cannot just give it to anyone casually and expect them to operate it correctly. Only those who meet a challenging INT Check will be able to take flight after putting it on. However on the off chance that a powerful Servant is able to successfully equip it onto them, it can create a devastating combination of machine and might that could overpower even the strongest of enemy Servants.



    Mimung
    The Scorpion’s Stinger Slays the Bull of Heaven

    [Type: Anti-Unit], [Rank: A], [Maximum Range: 400], [Maximum Number of Targets: 1]

    Whilst the Fjaðrhamr and the sword-projectile launcher are fancy toys, when it becomes time for Wayland to get serious, he puts both aside and draws his true ace in the hole.

    When Wayland arrived in the land of King Níðuðr, he was challenged by the royal blacksmith Amilias as to who was the better craftsman. The pair were issued separate tasks by the King, Amilias would forge an unbreakable suit of armour whereas Wayland would make the sharpest sword and the two would clash their creations against each other. Amilias paid the price for his pride when he wore the armour himself and challenged Wayland to strike it, to which the Elf proceeded to cleave the human in two with “Mimung” - a mystical sword named in honour of Wayland’s mentor Mímir, despite his general distaste of all Dwarfs.

    Now when Wayland draws his sword, Mimung looks like an ordinary sword at a distance, but as one draws nearer they will start to perceive that what appears to be aqueous vapour diffusing from the blade into the surrounding atmosphere, escaping from an enigmatic heat source hidden within the sword. Furthermore every time that Wayland swings the blade, it makes a strange sound like that of a large stream of water. It was said that Mimung could cut through supposedly anything - even the legendary “Armour of Fafnir” that belonged to the unbeatable hero Siegfried. The secret behind its cutting capability obviously resides in that mysterious vapour which when it comes into close contact with a physical material, generates a high speed process similar to oxidation within the material and effectively begins to corrosively eat away at it which allows Mimung to effortlessly slice through the weakened object.

    But when Wayland finds himself fighting something or someone that would be too difficult or tedious to cut bit by bit, he grabs some iron chains or similar sturdy tools in order to tie himself down and proceeds to aim the sword’s edge at the opponent. Channeling his energy into the sword, Wayland quiets the source of heat inside Mimung and the vapour ceases to emanate from the blade, instead causing it to violently shake…until from the sword’s edge bursts a powerful torrent of ultra pressurised Dihydrogen Monoxide not unlike a water cutter jet as it even exceeds 100,000 psi. Evidently Wayland will be launched backwards through the air at dangerously high speed if he didn’t sufficiently brace himself and anything he was aiming at will most likely be sliced open by the beam. As this technique requires a lot of mana to perform, Wayland will likely only be able to do it once every two days and even then backup from his Master would be greatly appreciated to avoid him collapsing from exhaustion afterwards.



    Lore
    Eons ago when the gods still walked the Earth, a trio of Elven princes lived in the far north of Scandinavia, in a place known as Sápmi. Their names were Wayland, Ægil and Slagfiðr and as they were nomadic, they had built a temporary home in Wolfsdale next to Ulvsjön lake in Sweden. One day whilst the brothers were out hunting, they came across a trio of young women spinning linen. They were the Valkyries Ölrún, Hervör and Hlaðguðr and they had flown from the south across Myrkwood to foretell fate. Taking a fancy to the women, the princes each took one home as a wife and they lived happily for seven years, but by the eighth the women became restless and on the ninth the Valkyries secretly left the house to return to their duty. When the princes came home from their hunt, they found the house empty and distraught Ægil travelled to the east after Ölrún and Slagfiðr went south after Hlaðguðr - but Wayland remained at the house, spending each day silently working as usual in the hopes that his wife Hervör would one day return to him.

    Meanwhile, Níðuðr the King of Närke (in modern day Sweden) had received word that Wayland was now alone in Wolfsdale and so sent his men to capture him. When the chained Elven prince was brought before the Swedish king, Níðuðr accused Wayland of having stolen Fafnir’s horde and would bring calamity upon Sweden to which the smith denied being a thief. The Queen in particular feared any form of retribution from enslaving the Lord of Elves and so requested that Wayland have the tendons in his thighs severed to cripple him, and the King acquiesced. Thus Wayland was forced to spend his days in misery, crafting various treasures for the King and no one was allowed to visit him unless Níðuðr himself was present as well.

    One day, Níðuðr brought his young sons along as they were insistent on seeing what Wayland was working on and as they played around in the workshop, an idea began to form in Wayland’s mind. When Níðuðr briefly had to step out, Wayland whispered to the boys that what was in the treasure chest was better than anything they had seen up until now, but he wasn’t allowed to show them and so if they want to see it, they must promise to come alone tomorrow and tell no one of this plan. Naïvely, the boys believed every word and did as they were told…only for Wayland to betray their trust and murder them in cold blood - fashioning goblets from their skulls, jewels from their eyes, and a brooch from their teeth. He gave these as gifts to the royal family whilst burying the rest of the corpses under his forge.

    The next victim of Wayland’s revenge was the King’s daughter, Böðvildr. She had come secretly one day to request Wayland mend a ring that her father had given her. Wayland immediately recognised the broken ring as belonging to his departed wife Hervör that Níðuðr had taken when he had Wayland captured. Maintaining a poker face, Wayland asked that she leave it with him and come again tomorrow by which time he’ll have fixed it. After the princess left, another person stood in the doorway of the forge and Wayland was shocked to see the face of his brother Ægil who had heard about Wayland’s fate and abandoned his search for his own wife to track down and help his brother. Despite Ægil’s insistence that they escape immediately, Wayland pointed to his non-working legs as a burden and besides, he had a revenge plot in motion and he could certainly do with Ægil’s help if he could just gather as many materials as he could and bring them to Wayland by the next morning.

    Dawn came and as promised Princess Böðvildr arrived and was overjoyed to see that Wayland had managed to fix the ring. Filled with gratitude, she made the mistake of accepting a drink from Wayland without suspecting foul play. Very quickly the spiked beverage put her into a drowsy state and Wayland violated her. Later that day King Níðuðr was bedridden with anxiety over the disappearance of his sons when he heard a noise outside of his room. Walking onto the balcony, he was shocked to find Wayland perched on the ledge with a huge pair of mechanical wings attached to his back. Wayland gloated that Níðuðr had ignorantly accepted gifts made of his sons corpses and now his sole remaining heir Böðvildr was pregnant with Wayland’s child. In response Níðuðr called for his guards and told them to shoot Wayland down, but he flew off and rose above the clouds where the arrows couldn’t reach as he headed for foreign lands.

    It is said that the child of Wayland and Böðvildr was Viðga and using the sword Mimung that his father had left behind for him, he became one of the most iconic heroes of Germanic legend. Meanwhile, it is said that Wayland’s body sleeps in a burial mound in the green green hills of England and that supernatural incidents happen to people who are foolish enough to visit it.


    Relationships
    Altera - “Strange, that aura you have reminds me of Hervör and yet you couldn’t be further from her…”

    Artoria - "You know, when I was fashioning Wygar for you, at no point did I realise you were a woman. But coming face to face with you now, I see the chest measurements wouldn’t have caused me to suspect anything haha!"

    Asterios - “Woah, what are you attacking me for, and who is this Daedalus you’re shouting about!?”

    Beowulf - "Some gratitude wouldn’t go amiss since it was my armour that kept you alive so long."

    Charlemagne/Karl - "The Franks huh? That must make you a distant relative since my first wife was a daughter of King Chlodewich."

    Don Quixote - “Hmm…I never did like Dwarfs. Huh? Oh I was just talking to myself.”

    Hector - “I can’t believe you butchered Durindana like that. Do you have the faintest idea how much trouble it was to convert it back into Durendal?”

    Julius Caesar - “Is that you Kjárr? I didn’t recognise you after all that weight gain.”

    Merlin - “Tell Rhydderch Hael that he shouldn’t just hand out my work so frivolously if he wants to keep his head.”

    Ölrún - “Sister-in-Law, have you seen Hervör about in your travels?”

    Roland - “Foolish boy, Durendal would never shatter with any of your feeble attempts.”

    Sigurd - "I think you’ll find that my abilities surpass even that of Regin and Mímir. I’ll bet you regret beating the shit out of me back when we were kids now!"

    Sitonai - “Freyr has a lot of nerve claiming dominion over Álfheim when it rightfully belongs to my family.”

    Skaði - “Well, well, if it isn’t the Goddess of Skiing herself. How about a race where the loser does whatever the victor desires eh?”

    Surtr - “I don’t care for the Jötnar, but you cuckolding Mímir will never not put a smile on my face.”

    Tristan - “How hard was that Irishman’s skull that Vistamara broke when killing him!?”


    Creator's Notes
    It’s interesting to look back on the evolution of my sheets. In contrast to Wayland’s son Witege which was clearly based on the Þiðreks Saga, this sheet instead is connected much more to the older Vǫlundarkviða. Especially notable when Witege had a Skill that revolved around him being descended from the Jötnar whereas Wayland here is Lord of the Elves instead. That said, I didn’t completely erase the existence of the Þiðreks Saga as you can see elements still lingering on in this sheet such as Wayland’s brother Ægil coming to the rescue and aiding in Wayland’s escape by them building the Fjaðrhamr together, or the existence of Mimung as his final Noble Phantasm which was used mainly to justify which Class to put him in as a Servant - heck given his epithet in the Vǫlundarkviða of the “Weather-Eyed Shooter” I was extremely tempted to make him a proper Archer Class Servant beyond just launching swords but I felt that it would be weird not to have him actually wielding Mimung in the end.

    Speaking of Mimung, you may have noticed that it pops up occasionally in a number of my sheets since it had multiple owners in myth and it never seems to have the same abilities. The reason being a mixture of its power being vague enough in legend aside from cutting through anything combined with the fact that I don’t like to repeat stuff 1:1 in my sheets so I tried to explore different ways it could feasibly manifest each time. You can see a similar phenomenon with the Fjaðrhamr where in my previous Ægil sheet it was a magical feathered cloak like something you would see in Harry Potter, but for Wayland I leaned into the Magitech aspect and made it mechanical like the Raidraptor’s armour in Yugioh. Back to Mimung though and the reason why it is like it is this time around is that I was reading an interesting article on the web that argued that the conflict between Wayland and Amilias was an astrological explanation of the rising of Scorpius marks the setting of Taurus and the Pleiades - with Wayland being the scorpion (Mimung being its tail specifically), Amilias in his horned helmet being Taurus and the seven knights that Wayland fights after Amilias’ death representing the seven stars of the Pleiades. I’ve no idea how realistic of a theory that was, but the Nasuverse has used flimsier stuff before in canon (here’s lookin’ at you, Barbara) and it was cool enough for me so in it goes.

    The faceclaim is the concept art for the card “Tri-Brigade Shuraig the Ominous Omen” from the Yu-Gi-Oh trading card game. As you can clearly see, I was inspired to take the “any advanced science is indistinguishable from magic” approach to Wayland since I liked the idea of him trying to craft an equivalent to the Swan Maiden powers of the Valkyries through technology along which would have been possible back in the Age of Gods. Of course him being the “Lord of Elves” might make you question why not simply give him powerful magic as well, but I thought that despite the fact that Elves in the Nasuverse appear to be the Nordic Texture’s version of Nature Spirits, that shouldn’t disqualify them from having their smithing qualities.

    However the character itself was inspired more heavily by Tetsuzou Nihei from the manga “Golden Kamuy”. The reason being that when I was re-reading the Vǫlundarkviða recently, I couldn’t help but think of Nihei when it came to how Wayland is described as living as a hunter in the Far North which as noted by the editor of the English translation I was reading, seems to have used the elves as a placeholder for the ethnic minority Sámi people in Scandinavia in which case the Vǫlundarkviða itself would read as a cautionary tale against getting involved with people of other ethnicities as they would pose a physical and sexual threat like Wayland does in the story.


    As usual, all comments and criticisms are welcome~
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    This is a joyous day. This is a day for celebration.

    Joyous cries rise up high in the air, together with the clang and cling and various noises of all kinds of objects impacting against the blessed skin of the god beloved by all.

    Do they not realise he does not make a sound?

    Seriously. They claim to love him, but they can’t even notice something like that. Or perhaps they do and choose to ignore it. Their playful tossing is, at best, met with Baldr’s complete indifference.

    There is only one who listens to all this, but does not cast with the others.

    Höðr. Battle-god of great valour and forgotten deeds. Blind god now unable to exert any agency of his own.

    God whose name is feared by the Aesir.

    He, too, like nearly every other living creature, has genuinely sworn out of love not to harm Baldr. And he’s paying more attention to the feelings of that luminous god than most of those intent on celebrating Baldr’s newfound invulnerability.

    Even more than he loves Baldr, he has loved another who has sworn herself to Baldr’s side. But that love belongs to the past. It must.

    Höðr attends in silence, with his arms crossed and a smile on his face.

    Like so, he hears another approaching. A presence wades through the divine crowds, ignoring Baldr, headed for him specifically. It asks: “Why don’t you throw with the others?”

    Höðr knows that voice well. The trickster. Loki.

    His intent must be that of bearing chaos. That’s who Loki is. But Höðr must make an effort to appreciate the show of concern, even though he’s certain that Loki already knows the answer.

    “As you’re aware, I’m blind, and I’ve got nothing to throw.”

    “I’ll be your eyes.” Loki gently pushes a wooden shaft into Höðr’s hands. “Here. This is mistletoe.” His voice is little more than a whisper. He guides the blind god’s aim with a soft touch. Höðr does not attempt to resist. Rather, he draws back his muscles at the appointed moment, and, at the appointed moment, he releases that tension.

    Blood.

    The mistletoe has pierced Baldr and there is nothing to be done about it.

    Cries of joy become cries of panic.

    The wound is deep and manifestly lethal. The mistletoe is embedded through Baldr’s neck, a great length coming out of him at both ends.

    The gods rush and scramble to determine the culprit. Thus far, fruitlessly. The size of the crowd only helps confuse matters further. Even if they did find a culprit, they would not dare dirty these hallowed halls with his blood, as has been done with the blood of their beloved Baldr: that would be sacrilege of the highest order. Loki has already slipped away.

    Crimson immediately pools underneath the divine corpse. Höðr sees it.

    He sees it.

    The veil of blindness has been lifted.

    He understands he won’t belong in this world for much longer. Yet, he also understands that he must witness the beginning of the twilight he just set in motion.

    Of the many great and terrible events he later sees, one burns itself deeper within his mind than the rest.

    Baldr’s funeral barge bursting into flames. The sight of a despondent widow, his beloved Nanna, as she tearfully chooses to plunge herself into the fire.

    Höðr says nothing.

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    LANCER

    Class: Lancer
    True Name: Höðr
    Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
    Source: Norse Mythology
    Attribute: Sky
    Armament: Mistletoe
    Catalyst: N/A


    Parameters
    STR: A-
    END: B--
    AGI: A
    MGI: B+
    LCK: E
    NP: A

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    Magic Resistance | A+



    The capability to withstand magecraft and even a majority of Divine Words goes without saying for a fearsome deity of battle, unrecognised as he might have been in that role after his time. The only spell that ever meaningfully afflicted him, his blindness, was by and large self-inflicted, due to his own temperament and wishes.

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    Divine Core of the Perilous God | EX



    This is the god Höðr. This is the god after which battle itself took its name, the god feared by the Aesir to which he himself belonged, even after he’d semi-consciously blinded himself. The Lancer classification is merely a matter of convenience meant to highlight certain aspects of his potential weaknesses and strengths. It does not cover the full extent of his capabilities or any Authorities he may have sealed away. Even the Rank system used for him is most meaningful in comparison to other entities of similar magnitude. It’s entirely impossible to summon this Höðr in a regular Holy Grail War.

    Guidance of the Chaos-Bearer | B



    While fighting alongside one or more Chaotic allies, Luck tremendously increases for them and Höðr alike. However, if he’s betrayed, the bonus persists for the traitors for around two days, whereas Höðr himself immediately loses it.

    The guidance of Loki, the trickster who became Höðr’s eyes and provided him with a murder weapon, leading him all the way to the death of Baldr, and not one for a moment afterwards. That said, Loki had spotted the opportunity deep within Höðr’s spirit. Neither could’ve brought himself to act on his own. They chose to take advantage of each other instead.

    Breaker of the Luminous Vow | —



    This Skill leads to a massive increase in the rate and damage of critical attacks by Höðr. At the same time, others also have an increased chance to perform critical attacks towards Höðr, and those attacks will be particularly effective.

    Höðr did once vow not to hurt Baldr, and, much like Loki, could never have made an independent choice to break that vow. As for all others who had vowed to ensure Baldr’s invulnerability, Höðr’s vow was genuinely born out of love and out of a wish for another’s happiness. The loathing of the gods and nearly all living things towards Baldr’s murderers changed, but did not erase, the feelings that came from Höðr.

    Self-Suggestion | B++



    Höðr could easily take away his own sight, that much is certain, but he could actually go far beyond that. Though he can’t actually project those suggestions into the minds of others, his own mental defences are effectively unassailable in almost every situation. If someone were to hypnotise him into dreaming of another world, for instance, he would recognise what was going on and could simply hypnotise himself into seeing the reality his real self should be experiencing. That said, for Höðr, this Skill can't be a means to completely run away from reality. He knew from the onset how even the greatest illusion he ever wove for himself would ultimately lead him right back to his reality.

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    Mistletoe
    MISTILTEINN

    Type: Anti-Unit
    Rank: A
    Range: 3~9
    Target(s): 1 foe

    A plant so tender and humble, so utterly dependent on the support of others, that no one thought to ask it to vow not to harm Baldr. Its partly parasitic nature mirrors Höðr in a way, in that he could not bring himself to throw mistletoe at Baldr on his own. Still, murdering one with mistletoe does not bring Höðr any particular nourishment, nor does it have any particular positive effects on him in general. Really, killing Baldr brought him nothing, aside from the fulfilment of a wish to murder Baldr: it did nothing to better Höðr’s life, nor to address the causes from which that wish arose.

    Mistilteinn’s length allows for it to be used in melee or as a projectile with the same ease. The might and skill of a battle-god make it a fearsome weapon even if used as a spear like any other, without the need for its real nature to become apparent.

    …The nature of a unique weakness surpassing invulnerability. The role of a necessary step for the dissolution of the Norse Texture. Those are the main characteristics of the weapon wielded by Höðr.

    Whenever it’s about to meet a target, Mistilteinn checks if it possesses “Mistilteinn” as a weakness. If not, it adds it to the list of that target’s weaknesses and reorders it, giving itself the highest priority. This is its basic behaviour, a curse similar to the Bane Skill that can be harnessed by Anti-Servants. Its effects are particularly extreme towards Divine Spirits, as well as towards those who highly resemble Baldr or Nanna.

    There’s another usage of Mistilteinn, which requires far more effort on Höðr’s part, as well as approval from another Chaotic being, taking a role akin to that of Loki. If Höðr momentarily releases all seals he’s placed on himself, he can momentarily recreate an imitation of the Norse Texture as a separate dimension that can’t be interacted with from the outside world. That dimension exists is diminutive in size, empty of all life save for Höðr, Mistilteinn, Loki, and one they must kill. The foe brought within assumes the role of Baldr. As Baldr’s death is a necessary step for the dissolution of the Texture, and it was brought on by Mistilteinn when it was thrown by Höðr, the new Baldr’s death becomes an inevitability. Even if Höðr himself were to perish, the laws of the Texture, in which the Texture’s dissolution has already been inscribed, would never allow Baldr to survive, let alone to survive and leave. After Baldr’s death, due to its simplicity, the imitation Texture will crumble. If Höðr, Loki, and/or Mistilteinn still exist within it, they’ll re-emerge in the world. Nonetheless, using Mistilteinn this way marks Höðr for death. Indeed, if he continues to survive long after that, the one who killed him during Ragnarök, or an entity similar to that killer, will emerge and be drawn to Höðr.

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    The moment Baldr died, Odin had set in motion like a mechanism. While the others were seeking the culprit, he was seeking the means of his revenge. His long, convoluted plan culminated in driving the young Rindr in the throes of madness through magic and taking advantage of her with the blessing of her clueless father. So the instrument of revenge that Odin was seeking was created, and his name was Váli, like the name of a son of Loki. Váli matured fully within a single day, and now, he has found the first of the two upon which he must trample.

    Váli’s bow is held tight with cold confidence. His eyes are filled with a madness as deranged as his mother’s and as relentless as his father’s. His mane is dishevelled, and he would not think it a shame if it drenched itself in the blood of the two accursed culprits and of those who would aid them after their heinous deed. That is how Höðr witnesses Váli, son of Odin.

    Höðr knows this must be the last image he’s meant to witness in this world. He knows that the very end of the twilight of the gods is not a place he should reach.

    But, even if he’s resigned himself to his end. Even if he’s resigned himself to never seeing the future that lies beyond this moment.

    Höðr, in his weakness, decides to indulge himself and see something more.

    For a while now, a certain feeling has been painfully tugging at his eyes in hopes to return.

    The veil of blindness descends on Höðr once more.

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    Finally, the mist scatters. The veil of blindness is lifted. The prince, used to surpassing his peers in many fields, didn’t expect to fail at chasing such easy prey and to become lost for so long because of it. But now, he sees a wooden lodge. He knocks on its door. No answer. He opens it.

    The air is still. Figures stare into a bubbling cauldron. They do not speak or take their eyes off of its crimson contents as he takes the first step in. He, in turn, stops there. He knows he can’t move from the doorway or speak, and does not know why he knows that. Their complete stillness and the browns of their oddly patterned clothes almost make those women appear as sculptures carved out of wood. For a moment, silence lingers. Then, at once, all of the wood-maidens turn towards him.

    “Hother.”

    “Who are you?” he asks.

    In unison: “We are the ones who determine the course of battles, the ones who dispense victory and defeat. Hother. A man named Balder has seen your beloved Nanna as she bathed. He has seen the Nanna you have loved and been loved by since you were children. He became entranced with her luminous form. Balder has resolved to eliminate you, as you pose a clear obstacle to his obtaining Nanna’s hand. Do not fight him in war. He’s a demigod. You, a mortal, cannot win.”

    The lodge is gone in the blink of an eye, more suddenly than the fog. Everything that just transpired had the features of a dream. All that remains is the prince, in an open field caressed by uncertain winds. And he chooses to believe that dream. And, at the same time, he refuses to accept it. Rather, the fact that he really acknowledges what he’s seen and heard as his truth is all the more reason for him to defy it. It leaves him with no other option, no reason for delay or cowardice.

    Without the mist in the way, the prince soon finds his way back to familiar lands. And, on that same day, he goes and asks Nanna’s father for her hand in marriage.

    “It would be an incomparable honour. But, earlier today, the demigod called Balder came here to ask for that very same Nanna. This whole kingdom would have to face his wrath if I were to refuse him outright. There’s only one weapon that may hurt Balder, but acquiring it would be an arduous task. Listen carefully.”

    Hother follows king Gewar’s instructions immediately and to the letter. With the aid of a quick-hoofed reindeer, he crosses ridges clad in perpetual frost until he reaches the lair of the satyr Miming. Then, he plants his tent so as to not be visible, and waits. Day after day, he hunts in those reaches hostile to mortals, to sustain his body; night after night, his mind is put to the test, as he waits restlessly for the creature’s return. The wait is wakeful, cold, and long, terribly long. Yet, as soon as Miming’s shadow finally casts a shadow on the lone tent, Hother’s ambush brings the satyr to the ground. Miming is made into a prisoner and threatened with the worst. The satyr smiles, and immediately reveals the location of his foremost treasures. Hother takes them. Among them, a bracelet that would bring great wealth and fortune to its wearer. But most important of all, to Hother, is the one sword which can kill Balder.

    From then on, Hother faces many adventures, receives an invulnerable coat as a gift from the wood-maidens, and time and time again continues to prove himself as the best of his peers in countless fields. Meanwhile, Nanna passionately argues at length the reasons behind her refusal to wed Balder.

    Until it must come to war.

    A battle between the hosts of humanity and those of the gods.

    Balder leads the latter, but isn’t the combatant from that side which stands out the most. That would be Thor: without fail, his hammer shatters every shield, helmet, and armour meant to protect in battle; all the while, he shouts, constantly calling for his foes to attack him and for his allies to back him up; without fail, he kills every human reached by his blows. Thor’s hammer is the instrument of the gods’ victory. With it, they can never be defeated.

    The hosts of humanity have already begun to recede. The belief that the battle has been already lost has overtaken them. Hother alone chooses to act against that belief. With all of the might that can be harnessed by a human defying a higher power, he darts towards the most valorous of the gods.

    Hother’s sword cleanly cuts off the head of Thor’s hammer with a single blow.

    With that, the tide of battle is turned. The gods flee for their lives. Balder becomes the laughingstock of humanity, and Hother as honoured as his rival is ridiculed.

    At last, the love between Hother and Nanna blossoms into marriage.



    The laughter of humankind and joy of the newlyweds spur the gods to further warfare.

    The hosts of humanity must once again face those of the gods on the field of battle.

    This time, though his opponents lack Thor’s hammer, Hother loses as a king that victory he had reached as a prince. He and Nanna must flee to king Gewar’s side.

    Even so, phantoms bearing Nanna’s likeness torment Balder night and day. Every waking moment of his life is now haunted by Nanna. As the Nanna that had wed Baldr haunted Höðr. The conquering demigod is rapidly wasting away. His legs cease to function just as Höðr’s eyes had. The sheer intensity of his feelings for Nanna has brought him to the brink of death. Victory hasn’t brought him Nanna. Then. Victory has brought him nothing.

    Armies led by Balder and Hother clash for a third time. Hother’s forces are crushed yet again. Balder remains in the throes of despair. Hother falls into them as well.

    Alone he wanders off with no destination through intricate woods that seem themselves despondent. His path is directionless, convoluted, completely removed from civilization. There are no signs of human life outside of his solitude.

    A remote cave opens up in the middle of the darkness.

    Hother enters it for no particular reason.

    Deeper down, the torchlight lights up silhouettes of unnaturally still robed figures. They stare into a cauldron bubbling crimson. Hother does not recognise them. But he knows he must stand still and wait in silence for them to notice him. For a moment, silence lingers. Then, at once, all of the wood-maidens turn towards him.

    In unison: “Hother. We are indeed the ones who gifted you with that invulnerable coat, that it may protect you no less than Balder’s bare skin protects him. Why have you once again come to us?”

    Hother’s sword hand darts to the hilt of his weapon. He can’t bring himself to release his grip from there for one moment, nor can he bring himself to draw it at all. After all, what would be the point?

    “...This isn’t how it was supposed to go. This isn’t how it should be. Traitors. The happiness he could never reach…” What happiness? Who does he speak of? Hother doesn’t know, but he must say it. “This wasn’t part of the plan—This was never part of the plan!”

    Again the wood-maidens: “Calm yourself, Hother. Quell your rage and dry your tears. They are not for yourself as you are. You have inflicted upon the enemy the same share of carnage and defeat he has inflicted onto you. Here is the key to your triumph. Balder could indeed recover the strength he had lost and add onto it. Yet, only the repeated consumption of a specially designed nourishment allows him to fight on. Victory will be yours as soon as you encounter his sustenance, and death will readily take him.”

    In the blink of an eye, the cave is empty. The unattended torchlight may cease its flickering at any moment. Hother’s spirit, conversely, has become a boundless fire. He finds his way back to civilization, once again reignites the hearts of his subjects, brings the love between himself and Nanna to heights greater than ever before, and sagely prepares to meet Balder again for one final battle.

    The hosts of humanity and those of the gods copiously slaughter each other in nearly equal measure until nightfall. Hother remains wide awake. At the time of the third watch, without letting even his own followers know, he sneaks out alone and reaches the enemy camp. There, he overhears a conversation about the three attendants who prepare Balder’s meal and bring it to him. Cautiously, Hother follows their footsteps in the dew until he finds them. The three ask who he is. “Bring me an instrument,” he replies. They do, and he plays masterfully, well enough to convince anyone without knowledge of him that not only his profession must be that of a musician, but that he must be without peer among musicians. Though even such a performance can’t hide the fact that he must’ve come from Hother’s camp, the attendants are moved. As they listen, they openly continue to prepare the meal Balder is to consume. Each of the three holds a live snake, and drips its venom onto the food.

    “Take it,” says the youngest of the three.

    “You deserve it,” says the middle child.

    “No,” says the eldest. The other two fall silent. She stares at Hother. She looks a little like Nanna. She looks a little like Hother. “This meal is for a god. You don’t want to be a god.”

    It’s true.

    The three attendants gift him a belt that can shine even on a moonless night, and another beside it. “To your victory,” they decree. And Hother knows that encounter has made it certain.

    Hother bids farewell to the three. He retraces his steps. On the road back, he meets Balder. The sword of Miming effortlessly plunges into Balder’s side. The demigod is helpless to fight back. Hother has the perfect chance to finish him off. In fact, he could’ve even cut off Balder’s head already with his first and only sword swing. But he didn’t, and he doesn’t. He knows how that wound to the side was enough to kill Balder, and leaves him there to prolong his agony. The following morning, Balder is fully conscious and has been rescued by his followers. Yet his side of the camp already mourns him, and Hother’s side already celebrates the death of the demigod. Balder begs to be carried out on the battlefield so he may die there. Completely incapable of fighting out there in the fray, each time he’s brought along he fails to receive any other wounds regardless. Three days of agonising pain go by. Finally, he dies.

    You did it! You won! You defied prophecy, vanquished a divine being as a human, and earnt a lifetime of blissful happiness for you and your beloved! Congratulations!

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    SABER

    Class: Saber
    True Name: Hother
    Alignment: Chaotic Good
    Source: Gesta Danorum
    Attribute: Human
    Armament: Sword
    Catalyst: Mistletoe (for some reason)


    Parameters
    STR: C++
    END: C
    AGI: A
    MGI: C
    LCK: A+
    NP: B+

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    Magic Resistance | A



    A fitting Rank for a Saber-class Servant known for going against gods and their spells as a human champion. Even so, he can't be as well-protected against spells as the likes of the god Höðr.

    Riding | A



    An exceptionally fast and nimble reindeer allowed him to traverse otherwise impassable frozen wastes and finally reach Miming. If a Rider-class manifestation of this Servant is possible, it would most likely have that reindeer as its mount. Moreover, Saber’s Rank in this Skill is also due to the fact that his first direct clash against the hosts of the gods actually began as a naval battle before turning into a melee.

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    Divinity | —



    Whatever unnecessary Rank may have once been here has been long discarded, before Saber himself was ever aware of it. Hother is no deity, no demigod, nor does he need to be. He is the protagonist of a hallucination experienced by the god Höðr shortly before his final moments. For some reason, this hallucination also largely coincides with the recording of the life of a fictional character known as Hother. That Hother appears in the Gesta Danorum written by the Danish scholar Saxo Grammaticus long after Ragnarök. The method through which that scholar could connect to a dead god’s hallucination, or replicate it in detail without a link to it, remains a mystery. Regardless, this confluence allows for Hother to be summoned by the Holy Grail as a Saber-class Servant, unlike Höðr who can’t be summoned by those means at all.

    All Kinds of Talents | B++



    Of course he’s able to replicate the talents he’s practised in life, of course he can pick up and master anything in record time. He was always the strongest of his peers, the nimblest, the best at swimming and archery, the most adept speaker, without equals in the mastery of singing and every string instrument. He could sway the hearts of any human towards any emotion through all of these means and more: the plus modifiers to this Skill apply when it’s used to influence others’ feelings.

    Nanna’s Champion | A+



    Only someone like Saber could convince the hosts of humanity to go up against those of the gods, and lead them in battle with the greatest valour, all in the name of the love between him and another. This Skill is a combination of a high-ranked Charisma and an average-ranked Mind’s Eye (True). Moreover, this Servant may temporarily substitute the Mind’s Eye (True) portion with a variety of other Skills at an average Rank if they’re sufficiently tied to his various adventures, such as Golden Rule (due to his ties with Miming’s bracelet, which he lacks as a full-blown Noble Phantasm in this Class) or Protection from Arrows (due to the tactics he employed to defeat one of his eventual allies, a king by the name of Geldar). The plus modifier to this Skill applies when going up against those with Divinity or Divine Cores.

    Fate Breaker (False) | EX



    Even in his reverie, Höðr as Hother underwent many trials and tribulations, and could not escape his ultimate fate. But on the way to get there, he could do anything. Slicing cleanly through the Divine Construct wielded by Thor and killing the invulnerable Bald(e)r: acts like those and more were never supposed to be possible for the human Hother. An ordinary world which was not a hallucination would’ve corrected them. Most impossible of all was Nanna falling in love with him and them marrying.

    Fate Breaker (False) works in a manner extremely similar to Fate Breaker (Resolve), and yet is almost its opposite. Because there is an inevitable waiting for Saber, on his way there, he’s free to defy fate at every turn, so long as his resolve to fight against it is strong enough. Even the laws of the world themselves can be temporarily rewritten through this Skill. However, he’s still subject to the ultimate fate of being murdered at the hands of one sent to avenge. Excessive usage of this Skill can easily lead to disaster. Risks increase if it’s specifically used with the intent of saving Saber’s life, and, if it’s knowingly used to save Saber’s own life from one sent to avenge, the emergence from the Grail of the one who killed Hother is essentially guaranteed.

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    Wood-Maidens’ Invulnerable Coat
    HOTHERSJAKKE
    Type: Anti-Unit (Self)
    Rank: B-
    Range: 0
    Target(s): 1 person

    Between the reindeer given by king Gewar, his spoils from Miming’s capture, this gift from the wood-maidens, and the bestowing of two belts from Balder’s attendants, Saber is one of those Heroic Spirits particularly suited to taking or receiving Noble Phantasms from others over the course of a Holy Grail War. Most of the gifts Saber received in life aren’t available to him as full-blown Noble Phantasms now: at the very least, it’s impossible for him to have all of them as proper Noble Phantasm in the same manifestation, though they may be spread out across different Classes.

    This invulnerable coat gifted to Saber by the wood-maidens affects all materials with the exception of mistletoe, the sword of the satyr Miming, and sufficiently related concepts. It has the properties of “being as protective as Bald(e)r’s skin”, but not of “being part of Bald(e)r”: thus, it doesn’t come with any proper Divinity, nor does it lead the wearer towards or away from any particular fate. Because of love and a wish for another’s happiness, nearly anything that could harm the coat, even if lacking in sentience, will lead itself away from it, missing or at most bouncing away harmlessly. Notably, the coat does not cover all of Saber, and parts of him that are not covered by the coat do not receive its protection, meaning that he must fight smart and avoid exposing them excessively when not appropriate. Attacks that affect sizable areas, such as many Anti-Army Noble Phantasms, tend to be more effective than Anti-Unit Noble Phantasms, because they reach the unprotected parts more easily. Hypothetically, someone unable to feel any kind of love, as well as someone who can’t wish for the happiness of others, would also be able to bypass the protection of the coat entirely.

    Miming’s Sword: Mistletoe
    MIMINGSSWÆRTH MISTILTEINN

    Type: Anti-Unit
    Rank: B+
    Range: 1~3
    Target(s): 1 person

    The sword of the satyr Miming. The only weapon capable of harming Balder. Saber himself gave it its other name on a whim, entirely unaware of that name’s significance to his other self. It has commonalities with other swords known as Mistilteinn, Mimung, and so on, but due to Saber’s nature as a confluence between a god’s daydream and a fictional character, the exact nature of the links between this Noble Phantasm and those other swords are hard to ascertain.

    Mimingsswærth Mistilteinn is much simpler in nature in comparison to the Mistilteinn wielded by the god Höðr. In addition to dealing increased damage against anyone or anything with Divinity or Divine Cores, it also grants a massive bonus to all checks performed against them. It can bypass that which is founded on the concept of invulnerability, and, with a True Name Release, inject a powerful venom within the targets it slices or pierces. Mistletoe is a poisonous plant when eaten: that’s where Saber thinks he took the second name for this sword. This Noble Phantasm’s venom is more appropriately characterised as a curse so potent that it can't be cured even through relevant Authorities. Normally, it rapidly eats the target alive from the inside, but it may prolong their agony for days on end if the wielder so wishes. One wonders how different and potentially more lethal this weapon could be if Saber didn’t lack the belts from the meeting which ensured the certainty of his victory against Balder.

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    The moment Balder died, Odin had set in motion like a mechanism. While the others were seeking the culprit, he was seeking the means of his revenge. His long, convoluted plan culminated in driving the young Rinda in the throes of madness through magic and taking advantage of her with the blessing of her clueless father. So the instrument of revenge that Odin was seeking was created, and his name was Váli. Váli matured fully within a single day, and now, he has found the one upon which he must trample.

    Váli’s bow is held tight with cold confidence. His eyes are filled with a madness as deranged as his mother’s and as relentless as his father’s. His mane is dishevelled, and he would not think it a shame if it drenched itself in the blood of the accursed culprit and of those who would aid them after their heinous deed. That is how Hother witnesses Váli, son of Odin.

    ________________________

    That was nice. Even if only for a little while.

    It’s already over. The sight and consciousness Höðr just regained will certainly slip away from him very soon, and never come back. His neck has been pierced and there is nothing to be done about it. The wound is deep and manifestly lethal. An arrow shot by Váli is embedded through Höðr’s neck, a great length coming out of him at both ends. Crimson blood must be pooling underneath him. He can’t move his head enough to confirm it, but he doesn’t need to: he can feel the red liquid flowing away from him, along with the rain falling on his skin.

    Váli has already left, onwards to his next target. Höðr stares at the dark rain clouds above for a little longer. A moment before a veil of blindness descends on him for one last time—this one unlike any others he has ever known before—he idly wonders what happens next.

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    Creator’s Notes

    Really surprised no one made a Höðr for the latest MCaS contest, though we got a Váli which I’m going to read as soon as I post this, I swear, I’m sorry Draco, so he did get referenced. Also a fun coincidence that this is being posted so soon after the creator of Mimung.

    I used the Ragnarök spelling because I think that’s what’s used officially in Type-Moon stuff. For Hother’s portion of the post, I cut out references to real world places like Saxony, Denmark, Sweden, or Zealand, to better sell the dreamlike atmosphere and contrast less with any historical sheets from those parts. That aside, even if it may not seem like it at first glance, I actually cut out a lot of Hother’s adventures from the framing story. Though some of the stuff not in it does get referenced in passing by the Skills anyway (for instance, I just didn’t elaborate on the stuff with king Gelder in the framing story because it’s very secondary to the rest). We don’t have much on Höðr outside of him killing Baldr but Saxo Grammaticus takes Hother a bunch of places, it was fun to read.
    Last edited by Serra; April 28th, 2024 at 01:42 PM. Reason: spacing, + added links to Fate Breaker (Resolve) and to the Anti-Servant primer

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    Yo! You know the deal, song up top, yada yada.
    “Niddhogr”



    Class: Berserker
    Other Classes: Devourer (Form if summoned outside lostbelt)
    True Name: Laevateinn
    Alignment: Neutral
    Place of Origin: Simulated Arinnheim Lostbelt (Schlockbelt 1)


    Parameters:

    STR: A+
    END: A
    AGI: C
    MGI: A
    LCK: E



    Height: 307 cm
    Weight: Fluctuates, roughly 2 Tons
    Likes: Sunlight
    Alignment: Neutral
    Attribute: Earth
    Traits: Giant, Humanoid, Dragon, 7 Knight Class Servants
    Armament: Heat, Metal





    Lore:
    Prelude Sheet, please read.

    The stopping of Ragnarok was what Surtr, Sinmara, and Laevateinn had wished for- it was the whole point of Laevateinn's incarnation as a living being, a child. It should have been everything they had wanted and wished for. However, the Curse of Ymir, his ancestral wrath, still lingered within Surtr, compelling him to invade the realms and fight the gods- of course, forced to take his blade (child) with him. So, Surtr was of course slain by Sygin, her family, and their allies, and Sinmara vanished alongside Muspelheim- And while Laevateinn was something of a Niece to the now-ruling couple, they having been instrumental in their creation, their flames had of course been activated, consuming all that they reached.

    This is where paths diverge. In a kinder, more complete world, the two would have likely figured a way to transform the child from their form as a blade, saving them, perhaps even welcoming them into their fold. This however, is not that true course of events- it is yet unknown.

    We are simply experiencing a reconstruction: a simulation built off an incomplete record of that lostbelt. Thus, in deciding the fate of Laevateinn, in lacking specifics of what actually happens to them, it is not the most likely, emotionally-compliant outcome that occurs, but the most logical.

    Thus, in a decision to spare the world from their all-consuming flame, Laevateinn was imprisoned within the Yggdrasil- within the space between its roots, for the wood of the world tree was the one thing they could not burn. There, the sword of flames would burn for decades, consuming both the dishonorable dead who lingered there, and the undying dragon who feasted upon them, Niddhogr. However, due to their compatible nature, and the lingering need for the role… it would be passed on to the blade, which with it's essence, would regain their (now altered) form.

    They would remain there for centuries, their mind driven mad from the neverending cycle of consumption followed by loneliness- they had ALWAYS been accompanied before this, it was in their nature to be as a tool, as a child, to someone. They simply could not handle the isolation. Sigyn, for her part, could not have known- in her all-seeing clairvoyance, all she saw was that Laevateinn still burned, and Niddhogr still gnawed. In truth, by subsuming him, Laevateinn had become something akin to the British Lostbelt's fairy knights- an existence shaped to bear the name of another. There was no way to know.

    Thus, they have become a sun in the depths.

    Personality:

    There is little left. A truly mindless Berserker, they don't open their mouth by choice except to feed, long having lost the capability to speak. They are reminiscent of a wounded animal, wishing for aid, but ultimately choosing violence. Should one walk across the white sands and through the darkness of the land below the Yggdrasil to gaze upon them in their own light, they will merely stare back until you prompt further action. Should one run away without engaging, they won't follow, for the notion of the space being inescapable has been too long ingrained in them.




    Class Skills:

    Madness Enhancement: A
    A skill of the Berserker class, which boosts the holder’s physical capabilities in exchange for sanity.

    The worst rank for the skill, with all the unstable fury, but none of the control afforded to lower and EX ranks. Communication is impossible at this stage without specialized skills- Berserker's vocal cords seem to have melted long ago, only metallic screeching is audible.

    Magic Resistance: A+
    A skill that grants protection against magical effects. Differing from the Resistance effect that merely rejects Magical Energy, this ability cancels the spells altogether. Laevateinn possesses it at a high rank, with a positive modifier from Scathe of Branches.


    Personal Skills:

    Scathe of Branches: EX
    The flame of Surtr spoken in "Prophecy of the Priestess". It is the skill Mana Burst of the highest rank in the form of flame, and at the same time an armor against all form of temperature changes and physical attacks, an armament to cleanse abnormal statuses. Originally a Noble Phantasm, turned into a skill. Laevateinn inherits this skill from their father and thus it would normally be of a lesser rank, but through her activation at his hand, it has risen to match his own.

    Annihilation of the Deadwind: B (A)
    An evolved version of Offense Against Wind, having consumed Niddhogr, the skill has progressed to include an affinity against the undead and undying. Laevateinn can now break through defenses in a manner similar to Divinity at a faster rate, and will completely ignore attacks and defenses of the wind element. Against undead enemies, they can now effectively burn away and feast upon whatever the animating force is involved, and against undying/regenerating foes (for instance, a hydra), nullify what allows them to recover in such a way.

    Striker of the Depths: B
    Fostered by the preexisting Unconfirmed Armament skill, Striker of the Depths is a skill representing a wholy violent method off attack- Laevateinn will strike opponents in, “whatever manner is most cruel”. Because of this, the skill also incorporates the skill Instinct at C rank.

    While the meaning of Niddhogr is debated, the most common understandings of the name are to be Curse-striker, Malice-striker, and Striker in the Dark. This, as well as Snorri Sturluson's mention of it as a term for sword, allows a level of compatibility to Laevateinn's own unknown nature- permitting their subsuming of the dragon rather than raw consumption.

    Nine Golden Seals: -
    They have long been released.




    Noble Phantasm

    Deep Ground Sun
    Lost Laevateinn

    Type: Anti-World
    Rank: A++
    Range-
    Max Targets:?


    A blade of Calamity which shines brighter than the sun, was the original make of Laevateinn as a weapon. To foster love to avoid the end of the world, was the original make of Laevateinn as a child. Now, as “Niddhogr”, their make is of both an imprisoned threat to the peaceful world, and of an eternally hungering beast which gnaws at the dead, and the tree which was once the world's foundation. As both a being whose purpose is to end the world, and one who is eternally bound to permitting rebirth at said end (Niddhogr rejecting souls of the righteous, bringing them through the earth to Gimle as to not consume them), in a world that has ostensibly been stopped, there is no way for Berserker to fulfill their purpose. Thus, a fresh world must be created to simulate the purpose.

    Lost Laevateinn, upon activation, allows them to increase their heat to a cosmic level, and create a cocoon around themself, becoming a miniature sun. By consuming more and more matter, the roots of the Yggdrasil at first, the dead continuously, and then the life in the world's firmament below them, Berserker will become more and more dense. If left alone for eons, they should eventually form their own gravity, creating a planetary pull, and birthing their own miniature solar system in the ever-expanding desert below, eventually forming a world which they may end themself, and finally die.

    As an actual Noble Phantasm, it simply reflects a superheated state where they become the Divine Construct their father is said to wield in its totality- a, “...Divine Construct forged by the planet, which Surtr’s wife, Sinmara, safeguarded in legend by applying nine seals upon it. It is armament for giants, an armament for gods, and invitation to destruction. Super effective against gods and life. It's a weapon meant to tear the Texture known as the Age of Gods from the planet's surface. The sword of flame is the manifestation of several malignant authorities, and is a noble phantasm that rivals Rhongomyniad. It prioritizes life-forms over all else and not even a deity from the Age of Gods could survive it. It is a flaming sword with flickering heat that reduces everything it touches to ash. Servants are some of the only beings that have some resistance to the Sword, as they are not proper Life and are merely Ether in the form of past individuals.”

    They will appear to wield two blades in this state, but they are more akin to solar flares, as they themself (the actual weapon) have become like a star.

    Creator Notes:
    This is an optional super boss type deal. Will probably not come up in the actual Schlockbelt unless we wanna ball out. Also, Yay, first three pages, that was the goal.

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    Wayland: no notes, another absolute banger from you. really like the interactions here and just in general the way he was presented, he's gone through a lot but my god he's such an asshole, it's great. kit-wise it feels like he can emulate the typical 'playstyles' of several classes depending on what he needs (saber makes a ton of sense but he also has tools that are more typical of casters or archers) which is definitely interesting

    Niddhogr: really liked this sheet. poor kid. but also, the schlockers had better be prepared if they ever happen to end up near yggdrasil, because they're one hell of a potential threat

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    They're FIIIIIIIIIINE, as long as they don't specifically go down under the roots- pretty easy to not.

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    What does it mean to be mighty?
    The chaos caused by the Three Kingdoms period of China gave rise to numerous legends.

    The virtuous Liu Bei, beloved by all, who fought for the restoration of the Han Dynasty.

    The pragmatic Cao Cao, ruthless, cunning, and powerful, who believed in the potential of the ambitious and talented.

    The reserved Sun Quan, who managed to raise the state of Wu to a proper kingdom in spite of lacking “legitimacy”
    .
    The ingenious Zhuge Liang, whose strategies and mind turned Liu Bei’s wandering band into a proper kingdom.

    The divine Guan Yu, whose loyalty and skill in battle was such that it earned him worship in later times as “the God of War”
    .
    The treasonous Lu Bu, who betrayed two of his adopted fathers, who squandered his incomparable strength through recklessness and bullheadedness.
    Unmatched Virtue.
    Unmatched Ambition.
    Unmatched Discernment.

    Unmatched Intellect.

    Unmatched Loyalty.
    Unmatched Strength.
    But who in this era could be called “the mightiest”? Who possessed “Unmatched Might”?
    Well, let me tell you the tale…
    The tale of a man who sought the heights of the sky and all the potential within.
    “He who holds his ground will surpass Lu Bu a few years later as a god of war at Hefei”
    -
    Chen Mou, Ravages of Time

    Zhang Liao Wenyuan - Demon of Hefei
    Class: Saber
    Gender:
    Male
    Source:
    Chinese History (Three Kingdoms Period) and Romance of the Three Kingdoms
    Region: China
    Alignment:
    Lawful Neutral
    Height:
    175cm
    Weight:
    65kg

    Parameters
    Strength:
    A+
    Endurance:
    A+
    Agility:
    B+
    Mana:
    C+
    Noble Phantasm: A
    Luck:B


    Bond 1 - Pure Force of ArmsBond 1 - [Class Skills, Pure Force of Arms]
    Magic Resistance B
    Cancels spells with a chant less than three verses. Greater magecraft and rituals will struggle to affect Zhang Liao.

    Riding B

    There is a saying “The men of the north ride horses, the men of the south ride boats”. Having started his career in the frontier of the northern provinces, and served under Lu Bu, who possessed the deadly “Camp Crushers” cavalry unit, Zhang Liao is experienced in cavalry warfare. He would put this experience to use during his time serving Cao Cao, leading many devastating charges against the enemy. Thanks to this skill, Zhang Liao can handle most animals and vehicles with above average skill.
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    Lu Bu was strong.
    That was Zhang Liao’s first thought upon seeing the man who would come to be known as “The Flying General”.
    Zhang Liao was a comparatively younger man, who was placed under Lu Bu’s authority soon after enlisting under Ding Yuan.

    Zhang Liao had always admired strong things. Tigers and mountains and the like. He had joined Ding Yuan to become strong.
    And meeting Lu Bu gave Zhang Liao an image of unparalleled strength.
    A seemingly unclimbable mountain for Zhang Liao to reach for the top of.

    Of course, he had heard the rumors of Lu Bu’s callous nature.

    But what did Zhang Liao mind? He admired strong things, after all
    .

    It was not long before Zhang Liao was forced to question if he could simply admire that which is strong.
    Lu Bu murdered Ding Yuan soon after their forces arrived in the capital, and began to serve Dong Zhou instead. Zhang Liao, as a fellow man of the north, had of course heard of Dong Zhou, a fearsome general.And even someone like Zhang Liao could tell Dong Zhou was a monstrous man.
    Yet, he had sworn loyalty to Lu Bu, and Zhang Liao admired Lu Bu enough that he followed Lu Bu into following Dong Zhou…and continued following him right out after Lu Bu betrayed the tyrant.
    Zhang Liao continued to follow Lu Bu while they were adrift and were without a base. Zhang Liao followed Lu Bu as he betrayed Liu Bei and his brothers - in spite of Zhang Liao’s rapport with Guan Yu. Followed Lu Bu as he began to lose.
    And he almost followed Lu Bu into the grave.
    Zhang Liao refused to say anything when Cao Cao spoke to him, determined to follow his lord to his death.

    “Zhang Wenyuan!”
    The Green Dragon Crescent Blade rested next to Zhang Liao’s neck, its owner speaking down to the warrior. “Are you content to die here? You, who told me of your dreams of becoming mighty. Will you allow that dream to die here!?”
    Cao Cao may have drawn no words from Zhang Liao, but Guan Yu did.
    “What!? Does Guan Yunchang seek to lecture me about survival over loyalty?”
    Zhang Liao couldn’t help but laugh.
    “If it were Liu Xuande’s body cooling over there, you would not accept any outcome other than dying with him.”
    “FOOL!”
    Guan Yu bellowed. “If it is truly death you seek, then I shall give it to you! But before you answer, ask yourself this! For what reason did you follow Lu Bu!? Did you follow him as a role model for your might!? Do you not see where his path ended!? Are you content to let your dream end a casualty of the ambition of a man like Lu Bu!?”“Is one of your potential willing to let it become nothing but a moon in the shadow of Lu Bu!? Or will you rise and continue to seek other avenues of might!?”
    Zhang Liao stayed silent for a long moment, stunned by Guan Yu’s speech. Around them, Liu Bei shifted nervously, Zhang Fei scowled, and Cao Cao looked on with ill-hidden interest and excitement.

    And Lu Bu’s body did nothing, lying motionless outside.

    Zhang Liao was free of his bonds, but he remained crouched, down on one knee. The warrior brought his hands before him, placing his fist into his palm.
    In the year 199, Lu Bu Fengxian would be defeated and executed by Cao Cao and Liu Bei beneath White Gate Tower.
    Many of his old forces were absorbed by Cao Cao.

    In particular, a young man, one who had previously lived in Lu Bu’s shadow, reliable, trusted, but ultimately no more than a follower and protege, had his legend truly begin that day.
    The Ghost of the Flying General’s Forces, who would become a demon of the battlefield, who would one day surpass Lu Bu.

    “Lord Cao Mengde. Zhang Liao Wenyuan is your sword to wield as you see fit.”


    Bond 2 - Strength of AmbitionBond 2 - [Personal Skills, The Strength of Ambition]
    Instinct B+
    The ability to intuit the best path to take in the midst of battle. A genius fighter, Zhang Liao’s instincts are backed by experience and technique. Thanks to this skill, Zhang Liao can inuit what the best options for beating an opponent may be, even if their fighting style is unfamiliar.

    Silence-Bringing Name C

    An “anti-Charisma”. It is said that after Zhang Liao’s victory at Hefei, his reputation among the people of Wu was so frightening that mother’s would use his name to silence crying children. Those who face down Zhang Liao will find the capabilities weakened, the longer they spend in his presence.

    Talent of the Battlefield Demon A
    A warrior of undeniable talent who survived the most turbulent years of the Three Kingdoms period. He distinguished himself under Lu Bu, joined Cao Cao and rose through his ranks, being deemed one of the “5 Elite Generals of Wei”, and stunned the world with his impossible victory at Hefei.
    With his skill at arms and fervor on the battlefield, he can only be described as a “demon”.And he earned that demonhood via surviving and observing. In essence, this is a skill that “copies”. If a technique is “martial” in nature, Zhang Liao can mostly understand it after seeing it in action, and totally understand it after facing it himself.This skill is pointless against magecraft and Noble Phantasms derived from techniques.
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    “General Wenyuan.” Cao Cao addressed Zhang Liao. “When Guan Yunchang vouched for you, he cited your dream of ‘might’. Would you call that dream ‘ambition’?”
    Zhang Liao paused for a moment, before finally answering.
    “I’m not quite sure the difference, my lord.”
    Cao Cao tossed his head back, laughing.
    “I guess, in some ways, they aren’t. But it is in crucial ways that they are.”“Please continue, my lord.”“A dream is the child of a goal and an ideal. Goals can be failed, ideals can be tarnished and battered. One can fail to accomplish their dream, and a dream can become twisted over time.”
    Cao Cao let that statement hang in the air for more than a minute, seeing if Zhang Liao would respond. He was not surprised to see Zhang Liao merely wait for Cao Cao to continue.
    “An ambition…is a dream that has transcended. Like how the immortals of old cultivated themselves, became immortal, so too does a dream cultivate itself into an ambition. It is said that those who are ambitious in excess will do anything to achieve their goals. This is because ambition becomes something not dissimilar to hunger or thirst. An ambition is not something you hold onto, but something that becomes a part of you.”

    Zhang Liao blinked, slowly, trying to wrap his head around what Cao Cao was saying.
    “Or maybe those are just the words of a man decried for his ambition!” Cao Cao laughed. “Ideals, dreams, and ambitions are, in practice, similar. They drive men to the same ends, they provide the same benefits, and they provide the same dooms.”
    Zhang Liao still remained silent.

    “At least ponder what I’ve told you here today, General Wenyuan. Not everyone is an intellectual, just as not everyone is a warrior. But I want you to dwell on our little ‘discussion’. Perhaps it will lead you places. Dismissed.”

    Zhang Liao bowed, turned on a heel, and strode out, Cao Cao’s curious grin anchored to his back all the while
    .

    Everything was on fire.

    Ships crumbled to pieces as they gave up their wood to the all consuming flames, the burning air dyed the cliffs violently red. Sweat and blood pooled alike across the ground. Any body that fell to the sword or the spear fell directly onto its pyre.
    It would not be inaccurate to say that Zhang Liao stacked the pyre high with bodies that evening.
    His martial strength could not prevent Zhou Yu’s strategy from dealing the Cao Army a devastating defeat. But he could see his lord to safety.
    Xu Zhu strode behind Cao Cao, his great body scaring off any who dared attack their lord, and Zhang Liao charged as a one-man vanguard, dealing death to any overzealous soldier of Sun Quan or Liu Bei who thought they would have the glory of killing Cao Cao.
    They would find no glory in these hot ships, only the cold steel of Zhang Liao’s swords.

    Zhang Liao killed many that day, killing so many that by the time Guan Yu confronted them on Huarong Trail, he so exhausted that he would have been helpless to do anything if Guan Yu decided to kill his lord.

    But Guan Yu let them go.

    As the Cao army continued their retreat, Zhang Liao found himself thinking back to that conversation with Cao Cao - the one he had been ordered to ponder
    .
    In killing so many men, Zhang Liao had also looked into the eyes of so many men. And in steel and in blood, Zhang Liao had seen his own eyes reflected.
    They had the same look.

    Zhang Liao decided upon what the connection between ideals, dreams, and ambitions were. They were not evolutions of each other, but rather, brothers. A set of brothers who were merchants.

    And the greatest ware they provided was [determination].



    Bond 3 - Almighty DeterminationBond 3 - [Noble Phantasm, Almighty Determination]
    God Force: Five Soldiers of the War God
    Rank: B

    Classification: Anti-Unit, Anti-Army, Anti-Fortress

    The weapon made for Lu Bu by Chen Gong, inherited by Zhang Liao after Lu Bu’s death. While the original function of the Noble Phantasm made use of all two handed weapons, Jia Xu remodeled the weapon to better suit Zhang Liao’s talents, changing its functionality to [make use of any weapon that can be wielded simultaneously]. As such, God Force was divided into two, weaker halves, with the forces correspondingly changed to match its new owner.

    Slash
    - Twin swords, one Jian and one Dao (Zhang Liao’s standard weapon, qualifies him for the Saber Class)
    Thrust
    - Two short Ji.
    Blunt - Perhaps the force that remains most similar to Lu Bu’s, large, sturdy bracers.
    As a result of the weapons remodeling to fit Zhang Liao’s fighting style, Zhang Liao has access to only half to forces Lu Bu does, lacking
    Sweep, Parry, and Shoot.

    Lightning Vanguard: 800 Tiger-Guards of Hefei
    Rank: A

    Classification: Anti-Army Noble Phantasm

    A crystallization of Zhang Liao’s greatest achievement - repelling Sun Quan’s army of 100,000 with a vanguard of only 800 men at Hefei.

    Under normal circumstances, [Lightning Vanguard] “only” increases Zhang Liao’s raw strength, packing the strength of eight Zhang Liao into one. This makes it an already monstrous Noble Phantasm on its own, however, its true strength is unlocked when Zhang Liao faces down an “an army”.

    [Lightning Vanguard: 800 Tiger-Guards of Hefei] turns Zhang Liao into the bane of those whose Noble Phantasms [Grant Them An Army]. If Zhang Liao activates [Lightning Vanguard] in the presence of such a Noble Phantasm, the strength of that “army” will be added to Zhang Liao’s so long as that army exists.

    It is a Noble Phantasm that rips apart the expectation of “Using Numbers to win the Battle”.

    However, after the first time Zhang Liao uses, [Lightning Vanguard], he will become afflicted with the skill [Weak Constitution A+] - as soon after his victory at Hefei, Zhang Liao would contract the illness that eventually took his life. This skill will eventually kill Zhang Liao. It is not not typically possible to avert this death, but it can be delayed depending on how much mana Zhang Liao is given.

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    In the aftermath of the Battle of Chibi, Zhang Liao was stationed at Hefei, the most critical location standing between Cao Cao’s holdings and the Sun Clan’s. So, Zhang Liao was present when Sun Quan led his massive army of 100,000 to besiege Hefei. Cao Cao had left only 7000 men to defend the city, so they were hopelessly outnumbered.Nonetheless, Zhang Liao resolved that he would fulfill his duty, and defend the city.
    “Whoever wants to come can.” Zhang Liao said, surveying his equipment one final time. “The odds are shit, but they aren’t any better if we stay in here. I intend to win, but if you can’t believe that, settle for killing whoever you can.”
    In the mouth of anyone else, those words would have been hopelessly demoralizing, a condemnation of their chances before the battle even began.
    In the mouth of Zhang Liao, they were just the assurance everyone needed.
    Not the assurance they could win.

    But the assurance that their spears and swords could win them the bit of control they so desperately craved.

    800 men joined Zhang Liao and feasted with him one final time, before riding out to meet Sun Quan’s army.
    And their swords made a miracle.

    Fighting against grave odds is not a new thing as a member of the Cao Army. Perhaps I had gotten somewhat used to being a great threat, but the Battle of Guandu lived in all of its veterans' memories - mine included.It is strange how memory works.
    Most believe recollection belongs to the realm of peacetime.
    But in the chaos of battle, I think sometimes memory is stronger.
    I cut a soldier from his horse, and find myself reminded of Gao Shun’s devastating charges as the leader of the Camp Crushers.
    I turn back to save my men from encirclement and an ironic smirk fights its way onto my face. Chen Gong would have simply made them explode. Yet I was powerful enough to rescue them.
    I see three of Sun Quan’s generals charge towards me, all brave men in their own rights, and am reminded of The Boss fighting at Hulao Gate.
    The man with the bells, I believe his name is Gan Ning, charges in wildly, and I easily deflect his strikes. He gains no ground against me alone, but he keeps screaming for my head. He kind of reminds me of The Boss now that I think about it. Strong, but not much else.
    The man with silver hair dressed in red descends next. I deflect his strikes as well. Unlike Gan Ning, he is calm the whole time - so I guess that’s Lu Meng. He surprises me by knocking the sword from my hand. My surprise allows Gan Ning to swoop in and pin my other weapon, Lu Meng bringing his sword down hard enough the weapon shatters.
    Gan Ning takes the opportunity and pounces, spear raised and primed for my heart.
    But this would not be the day I died.I had been reminiscing this entire battle, I realized.I had still been seeing The Boss in Gan Ning. I had been seeing my situation as like The Boss’ at Hulao Gate.
    Yes, my heart was still stuck in those days under The Boss.
    But those days would end now.
    After all, The Boss was pushed back at Hulao Gate
    After all, The Boss died under the White Gate Tower.
    And I-
    AND I WOULD NOT FALL BACK TO DIE BENEATH THE WALLS OF HEFEI!
    My body acted on its own, snatching Gan Ning’s spear, and shoving upward, exposing his torso for me to strike. My foot found its target, and Gan Ning soared backwards.
    Lu Meng’s eyes widened for the first time, and so did mine. As Gan Ning soared backwards…I saw the tiger. Sun Quan, beating a retreat. I raced forward.
    Lu Meng raised his sword, but I grabbed his wrist, twisting until he dropped his sword.

    Once he had dropped his weapon, I seized hold of him with my other hand, tossing him towards the still airborne Gan Ning.
    They collided, their combined momentum causing them to overshoot the bridge and fall into the river below.I howled at the top of my lungs and snatched up my remaining sword. I threw it with all my might towards the bridge, hoping, praying, that even Lu Bu’s weapon would have Chen Gong’s favorite functionality.
    It did, exploding and destroying the bridge.
    I arrived before Sun Quan’s entourage with the only weapon left to me being my fists.
    The last of Sun Quan’s elites stood in my way. He was young, so he must be Ling Tong. He had three hundred men with him, the last line of defense between me and Sun Quan.
    No, he did not have three hundred men with him.
    Ling Tong stood among three hundred corpses.
    Ling Tong and his men fought well, but more and more fell under my fists.
    More and more until it was just me, Ling Tong, and Sun Quan.
    Ling Tong rushed me one final time, determination gleaming in his eyes. I knocked him back 7 times, advancing another step each time.
    Sun Quan escaped, leaping across the broken bridge.I was tired at this point…but Ling Tong was afraid. We were surrounded by bodies, my armor, my hair, my skin all slick and red with blood.
    “Y-You are…you are the demon they said you were.” Ling Tong murmured, before leaping down into the river.I would later be told all three of Sun Quan’s generals survived.
    But that didn’t matter.
    At that moment, I turned and made my way back to Hefei castle.
    I passed the remains of my other sword along the way. The last remnants of Lu Bu’s weapon.
    I gave a slight bow, before moving on.
    After all, you still owe people respect even once you’ve surpassed them.



    Bond 4 - Beyond the Summit
    Bond 4 - [Character, Beyond the Summit]

    Historical Depiction
    Zhang Liao was born in the Mayi County of the Wenyuan commandery. Rumor has it that his family was descended from a disgraced general, so they changed their clan name to “Zhang” in order to remove the stain of his reputation.

    While he initially took up a position in his home province, he was quickly persuaded by Ding Yuan to become his employee instead. After relocating to Bing Province to serve under Ding Yuan, Zhang Liao fell in with Lu Bu.
    Eventually, Zhang Liao would be sent to the capital by Ding Yuan, and would still be there when Dong Zhou took over, eventually reuniting with Lu Bu.
    After Lu Bu killed Dong Zhou, Zhang Liao stayed with Lu Bu’s forces until their defeat at Xiapi, whereupon he would be convinced by Guan Yu to join Cao Cao and continue living.

    Zhang Liao would join Cao Cao on many campaigns, contributing heavily to the defeat of Yuan Shao and his sons, quickly becoming popular with Cao Cao’s men and an indispensable warrior for the man himself. Zhang Liao proved himself once more when he contributed heavily to Cao Cao’s retreat and survival in the aftermath of the Battle of Chibi.

    Zhang Liao would eventually be stationed at Hefei, where he would miraculously lead the charge of 800 men that would repel Sun Quan’s 100,000 strong army. It is said that after this event, Zhang Liao’s name was used by the mother’s of Wu to scare crying children into silence.
    Zhang Liao would remain stationed at Hefei for most of his life, as his reputation frightened Sun Quan. And this was a well warranted fright. In the last year of his life, Zhang Liao, still plagued by the sickness that would eventually kill him, helped to repel one final assault on Hefei.
    Zhang Liao died in 222.


    Personality

    At first glance, Zhang Liao would appear to be a protagonist who walked right out of a show for hot-blooded male teenagers; obsessed with training and getting stronger and honing his might.

    This is all very true.

    So very, very true.

    Zhang Liao is dedicated to becoming the mightiest, seeking out any opportunity to fight an opponent that may gain him even a single shard of further strength. He cares not for political power or position, merely the knowledge that he is “invincible”.
    Ultimately, he has a very simple personality. He becomes stronger and fulfills his responsibilities, be it serving his master or lord, and taking care of his men.
    In fact, on that last one, the one break in Zhang Liao’s seemingly single-minded dedication to his improvement is his care for his comrades. He refuses to sacrifice them needlessly, resulting in much of his tension with a certain purple-haired strategist.


    Relationships


    Lu Bu Fengxian

    “O-Oh! Boss! It is great to see you again…ah, I see you are mad and cannot return the feelings of reunion. Further…you do not have access to any of your skills, only your strength. I see, I will postpone my challenge until you appear at 100%, Boss. I cannot prove that I’ve surpassed you unless I fight you at your best.”

    “O-Oh, right, sorry Master. I forgot we were all supposed to be working together. That works too. It will be interesting to work alongside Lu Fengxian as an equal rather than a subordinate…can you at least let me fight him once this is all over?”

    Zhang Liao is excited to see his old lord once again…primarily for the purposes of testing his strength. That being said, Zhang Liao is excited at the idea of working at Lu Bu’s side once again…just not as excited as getting the opportunity to fight him.


    Chen Gong

    “...That man. I never got along with him, Master. To so callously throw away the lives of our comrades for his ‘strategies’...I used to think there was some method to his madness. And then I worked with people who could win a battle without needlessly sacrificing men. He’s lost a lot of his charm.”

    Zhang Liao has lost any reason to hide his disdain for Chen Gong, and so shares his opinions openly.


    Miyamoto Iori

    “Hmm? I can smell a kindred spirit. What’s say you and I clash blades? Sounds like a fun time to me.”

    Zhang Liao decided that he wanted to fight Iori the moment he saw him. It seems that after their fight, they became quite close, with Zhang Liao frequently being seen hanging around Iori and Yamato Takeru.

    Cao Cao (Odd-EyedDuelist)
    “Ah, Lord Mengde is here. Well, I guess I work for your now, Master. Hmmm, it will be really strange working as an equal alongside Lord Mengde…or, I guess I should call him Cao Mengde.”
    Zhang Liao’s reaction to seeing Cao Cao is much more measured than his reaction to reuniting with Lu Bu. Or, perhaps “measured” is less the right word and “confused” would be more accurate. Without something like Lu Bu’s strength of arms to distract him, Zhang Liao becomes bogged down in trying to puzzle out how this master-servant business works when you meet someone who was your boss in life.

    Boogeyman (DracoScribe)
    "A figure used to scare misbehaving children? Yeah, my name was used like that among my lord's enemies. I wonder if that's enough of a connection for him to be familiar with me?"
    A servant who reminds Zhang Liao of a particular way his name was used. Of course, if Boogeyman were to express some level of familiarity with Zhang Liao, the general would inevitably want to test his strength against the monster.

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    Zhang Liao’s life grew quiet after Hefei.Sun Quan’s morale regarding invading the north was crushed and he turned his attention to Jing Province.
    While Zhang Liao waited listlessly at Hefei, Lu Meng claimed the glory of defeating Guan Yu.
    While Zhang Liao waited listlessly at Hefei, Cao Cao died and Cao Pi ascended to the throne.
    While Zhang Liao waited listlessly, the world of the Three Kingdoms sprung around him.
    Many, including the new emperor, came from far and wide to hear the story of the man who defeated Sun Quan’s strongest army in person. Zhang Liao told it every time.
    It was as though Zhang Liao had reached an endless plateau. The victory at Hefei was so great he could never recapture it.So Zhang Liao waited listlessly, itching for an opportunity to test his strength once more.
    Eventually, there was a change in Zhang Liao’s life.

    One day, the Demon of Hefei felt his armor was slightly heavier than usual.
    One day his shoulders themselves felt heavier.
    One day he felt as though the smoke of Chibi had taken residence in his lungs once more
    .
    One day he let out a disgusting cough that drew the eyes of everyone in the room.

    And opened his eyes to find his hands stained with his own blood.



    Bond 5 - Cultivation of MightBond 5 - Bond CE [Cultivation of Might]
    Many people reach their goals and are satisfied.

    Many people can recognize when a plateau is met.

    Many make their peace with those plateaus
    He was not one of those men.The plateau was an agonizing trek for this man.
    Long and flat, with no possible way to continue upward.
    And then the ground itself began to sink, the plateau itself lowering.

    Sickness ravaged an invincible body, fever rendering useless a talent that had been cultivated for so long.
    He received personal care from the emperor himself, but such honor did nothing to mitigate the fact that the plateau was sinking, and the sky drifted further out of reach.
    When the end finally came for this man, he howled one final, quiet, howl of despair, arm limply reaching towards the sky one final time
    .

    Perhaps then, it is not surprising-

    That if an aspiring master where to summon a servant like this man, who desires only to continue to grow ever stronger, to continue cultivating his might-

    They would be greeted with a smile and a bow:
    “Zhang Liao Wenyuan, Saber Class Servant! I am your sword, and I shall continue to sharpen myself as long as we know each other! Now, let us seek our wishes as one!”



    Bibliography

    Bibliography

    Romance of the Three Kingdoms, Luo Guanzhong, tl. Martin Palmer
    Sanguozhi Biography: Zhang Liao, Chen Sou, tl. Three States Records
    Sanguozhi Biography: Zhang Liao, Chen Sou, tl. Jonathan Wu
    Three Kingdoms Biographical Dictionary, Rafe De Cripsigny
    Second Siege of 215 | Siege of Hefei Let's Talk Lore, Serious Trivia
    Zhang Liao | Siege of Hefei Let’s Talk Lore, Serious Trivia


    Author's Notes
    Author's Notes
    - Another Three Kingdoms Period Servant
    - Zhang Liao's always had a special place in my heart among the figures of the era
    - He is...potentially a little wanked, power-wise, but...yeah I don't have a defense I'm just gonna say sometimes ya gotta treat yourself to desert
    - Ravages of Time was definetly an inspiration in the path I ended up taking (particuarly the "Lu Bu's protege who eventually surpasses him" flavor to the character arc) but I tried to set my Zhang Liao distinct from Chen Mou's. Still ended up using a quote from the manga as a homage to him, however. (You can also see a nod to Ravages in Zhang Liao's design, notably the two cheek scars.
    - Anyway, this was a really fun sheet to finally get out.

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    Class: Berserker
    Other Classes: N/A
    True Name: Shulu Ping
    Alignment: Neutral Evil
    Place of Origin: China (10th Century)
    Stars: 5/5

    Parameters:

    STR: B
    END: C
    AGI: B
    MGI: C
    LCK: D
    NP: A

    Height: 176cm
    Weight: 130lbs
    Likes: Power, family, loyalty
    Dislikes: Uncontrollable people
    Talent: Mass slaughter, bucking societal expectations, seizing control
    Natural Enemy: Empress Lu
    Attribute: Man
    Traits: Humanoid, Female, Weak to Enuma Elish
    Armament: Dao sword
    Catalyst: A finger bone in the grave of Emperor Abaoji

    Class Skills:

    Madness Enhancement EX: A peculiar rank of madness enhancement, despite Berserker's mass slaughter she remains poised and elegant. Her madness instead redirects towards extreme calmness where rage would normally come, an almost inversion of normal Madness Enhancement.

    Personal Skills:

    I Only Bow To Heaven A: An ability that is the embodiment of her refusal to bow to even the Empress Dowager and other powerful figures at court, saying that she only bows to heaven. An ability which negates the power of authority against her, as well as weakening enemy skills such as Imperial Privilege.

    Hold The Rein Of My Chosen One B: A skill of subtlety pushing the decision to others. The ability to disguise one's presence in an action as it happens. Superficially somewhat similar to Information Erasure, but requires other people in the region. Enforces a vague view of her as innocuous and not a real danger.

    Tactics of the Empress Dowager C: The tactical skill, both in warfare and in politics, of Berserker. Somewhat weakened due to her manifestation as Berserker, it still manifests as a powerful skill, providing a boost in power when she has time to strategize for both offensive power or political power.

    Noble Phantasm(s):

    Da Guimo Tusha
    If You Miss The Emperor, Follow Him In Death

    Type: Anti-Army
    Rank: A
    Range: 100 meters
    Max Targets: 500

    A manifestation of her murder of countless officials, famously saying "If you miss the emperor, than follow him in death." This noble phantasm, interestingly, physically manifests as the coffins of the two emperors whose reign she had major effects on, her husband and her son. Her preferred technique for execution is utilizing her sword to slash, but the coffins touching enemies have sudden skeletal hands claw at them and drag them in. If they are dragged within, their life is stopped with an extremely powerful instant death effect. When the true name is called, the two orbit around her, creating a vortex with the same effect.

    Huanghou de Zuoshou
    Sacrifice One Part To Retain The Integrity Of The Whole

    Type: Support
    Rank: B
    Range: N/A
    Max Targets: N/A

    Berserker famously, instead of sacrificing herself to her husband's coffin, instead only sacrificed her hand. The ability to redirect damage going towards her to a part of her. The default is her right hand, but other things can be chosen such as other limbs, important magical items, and even her weapons and the coffins, although she would never go for that.

    Lore: Shulu Ping, posthumously the Empress Chunqing, was wife of Emperor Abaoji, the founding emperor of the Liao Dynasty. She held much power as advisor to her husband. After his death, she started mass-executing ones who were not her allies by "sending them to the emperor", while somewhat puppeteering her son who became emperor. After his death, the court united against her and she was finally defeated.

    Personality: A powerful and somewhat controlling person. She deeply cares for her family. However, anyone outside of it she judges on incredibly harsh standards: if they aren't of use to her, they are undeserving, and if they get in her way even mildly, she becomes willing to execute them. However, her wish is far more calm, merely to spend more time with her son and her husband.

    Relationships:

    Empress Lu: "Well, you had style. I'll give you that. Huh. perhaps we should work togehter."

    Princess Pingyang: "Very opposite strategy, huh."

    Empress Wei: "Just a shoddy replica."

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    A bit random, but after looking up all available threads, it's very surprising to see that no one has done Lafayette before, in spite of his general popularity and fairly interesting history

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    I mean, I'm won't still waiting for the first person to do William Wallace, so it's not that surprising.
    Morg's delightful Servant comp.
    IN COLOR

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    Quote Originally Posted by Morg van Destro View Post
    I mean, I'm still waiting for the first person to do William Wallace, so it's not that surprising.
    ...Are we just ignoring Koga these days?
    "Here's a bangin lil' tune about takin' on The Man!"

    (Check out my Super Special Awesome Servant Compendium here)

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    Quote Originally Posted by Morg van Destro View Post
    I mean, I'm won't still waiting for the first person to do William Wallace, so it's not that surprising.
    If it helps, Bird of Hermes did one for the first Create a Servant thread as seen here.

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    Quote Originally Posted by Fourne View Post
    A bit random, but after looking up all available threads, it's very surprising to see that no one has done Lafayette before, in spite of his general popularity and fairly interesting history
    I've got a very barebones Lafayette profile I could throw around, but I've got a couple other ideas to finish first.

    Edit: actually I may try to do something with it tomorrow. It'll be a break from my current brainrot.
    Last edited by Dark Squirrel; May 1st, 2024 at 06:42 PM.
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