Chapter 27: Chapter - 23
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Chapter - 23: The calm before the storm!
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[Tokyo Harbor Area]
[Third Person]
In a dimly lit room steeped in mystery, an eerie ambiance permeated the air. The space itself seemed to exist in a state of suspension, caught between the realms of reality and the fantastical, where dreams intertwined with the most unsettling of nightmares.
Above a slowly fading circle of soft, ethereal light intricately etched into the frigid stone floor, an unusual and disconcerting scene gradually unfolded.
A man with long hair cascading down his back found himself locked in a fervent and passionate kiss with a girl who defied societal norms and expectations. She stood poised and graceful above the diminishing circle of light, her role as the summoner for the Holy Grail War's Servant now fulfilled.
Her attire, simultaneously seductive and unsettling, played a significant role in contributing to the eerie ambiance of the room. She wore a form-fitting black dress that accentuated her alluring curves, adding to the room's disconcerting atmosphere. Atop her head rested a macabre skull mask, casting a palpable aura of terror over her presence.
Short strands of purple hair framed her face, their texture inviting one's touch. Her facial features were undeniably striking, her visage a captivating blend of ethereal beauty and an otherworldly charm reminiscent of the succubi from the fantastical story.
However, beneath her outward beauty, a subtle undercurrent hinted at something not quite human, a hidden enigma lurking beneath her beguiling exterior.
[Picture ---> Hassan of Serenity]
However, as the "lovers" shared their passionate embrace, an abrupt and unsettling transformation took hold of the man. His body writhed uncontrollably, as if something was tormenting him inside his own body.
His once natural complexion morphed into an unnatural and eerie shade of purple, casting an unsettling pallor over his features. A vile, slimy drool escaped from his trembling lips, a grotesque manifestation of the torment coursing through him.
His eyes, previously filled with desire and longing, ballooned into swollen orbs of blood-red agony, mirroring the torment of the unseen entities that had ensnared him.
With a harrowing twist of fate, the man collapsed backward, his lifeless form starkly outlined against the cold, unfeeling stone floor. His breath ceased, and his gaze, which had once intimately met the girl's, now stared blankly into an abyss of irreparable finality.
The girl with her purple hair, framing her face in a flamboyant display, sensually traced her reddish lips with her delicate fingertips, savoring the lingering sensations of their kiss. Her eyes gleamed with an eerie and unsettling light as she observed the strands of saliva glistening between her unyielding lips, an unmistakable displeasure etched into her gaze.
Her demeanor remained chillingly detached, her gaze colder and more devoid of emotion than the vast, empty void. The lifeless human form sprawled before her held no significance her.
With an eerie grace, the girl placed the skull mask firmly upon her face, veiling her identity in an impenetrable shroud of enigma. The mask appeared as though it were an extension of her very essence, seamlessly melding into her being and becoming a second visage.
Moving with deliberate and almost spectral steps, she initiated her withdrawal, her movements defying the confines of the modern human world. Gradually, she transitioned into an ethereal state, her corporeal form dissolving into a pulple mist.
[Interlude]
In the dimly lit chamber, a summoning circle etched into the cold stone floor pulsed with Prana energy. From the depths of the Trone Heroes, of this summoning circle emerged a figure, his presence exuding an overwhelming aura of arrogance and regal authority.
The newly summoned Servant, standing tall and resplendent, gazed upon his surroundings with an air of indifference. His proclamation filled the room with the weight of his grandiosity.
"My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings. Behold my works, O mighty ones, and despair!" His voice carried an arrogance that seemed to reach the very heavens, as though he believed himself to be the sole ruler destined to govern the entire world.
[Picture ---> Ozymandias]
This enigmatic figure measured approximately 180 cm, boasting a commanding presence with a tall and muscular build. His dark skin, contrasting beautifully with his black hair, lent him an exotic charm that drew the eye.
However, it was his eyes that captivated all who beheld him, their golden hue shimmering like the sun itself, a divine representation of a sun god's gaze. Adorned in intricate golden armor adorned with symbols of royalty and power, he wrapped himself in the very presence of a king.
Every detail of his attire spoke of his vanity, reminiscent of the great monarchs of the past. His form was further embellished by a gold necklace and bracelets that graced his wrists, each piece gleaming as if they were forged from the very sun he claimed to embody.
As Ozymandias surveyed his surroundings with an air of haughty indifference, his gaze eventually settled upon another man who stood in the room. "Hmm... Magus, are you my master?"
"Shizuri Isemi, at your service majesty..."
[Interlude]
[Church of Fuyuki]
In the quiet confines of the church, a girl with light gray hair and eyes of striking golden hue emerged as a captivating presence. Her inquisitive gaze held a mischievous twinkle, as if harboring secrets and mischief just beneath the surface.
She was dressed in attire that befitted the solemnity of the church, donning church clothes and a hat that added a touch of formality to her appearance.
As she walked to the front of the church, a small but knowing smile graced her lips. Her presence was intriguing, and the air around her seemed to crackle with a hint of unpredictability.
[Picture ---> Caren Hortensia]
"I wonder how my bastard father is still alive, without having died under several tortures.... I mean, he doesn't even care about his daughter's health," she thought aloud, with a sense of bitterness and unresolved resentment.
A voice responded gently, affirming her thoughts. "Caren-chan, you shouldn't say these things about your father..." The voice belonged to a figure that had seemingly materialized beside her, as if it had always been there, lurking in the shadows.
He was a young man of average height, with a slender build that belied an unexpected inner strength. His contemplative eyes, deep and wise, hinted at a profound understanding of the mystical world.
His long, ebony hair cascaded down his back, often tied back in a simple fashion to keep it from interfering with his vision during intricate rituals.
His attire was functional and unassuming, a reflection of his measured personality. He preferred dark, modest robes adorned with intricate patterns, a nod to his mystical lineage without drawing undue attention to himself. His clothing allowed him to move gracefully while maintaining an air of understated authority.
"Oh, I didn't know that... children of monster of were allowed to speak," the girl muttered, a hint of sarcasm in her tone as she hastily corrected herself. She placed her hands on her chest and offered a silent prayer for her earlier indiscretion, seeking forgiveness for her slip of the tongue.
The boy, on the other hand, took her comment in dramatic stride. He clutched his chest with a theatrical flourish, feigning injury in a manner that would have impressed even the world's greatest actors. "Ouh!" He exclaimed dramatically, milking the moment for all it was worth.
"Abe no Seimei is not a bastard! He's the strongest Shinigami user," he declared with an air of self-importance, seemingly expecting praise and admiration that, in this instance, eluded him.
[Picture ---> Abe no Seimei]
An awkward silence hung in the air as the girl. "My dear Caster I know you are stupid, but there is no need to shout it to the whole world they already know..."
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Assassin - Hassan of Serenity
Berserker - Morgan (Lostbelt)
Saber - Altera
Lancer -???
Rider - Ozymandias
Archer - Oda Nobunaga
Caster - Abe no Seimei (Grand Servant) [Oc]
Ruler - Karl der Große
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