They think I can be killed so easily, perhaps when I was younger they would have been able to test my blade but now.... I see how worthless this reality truly is.

I have seen what these beings call "gods" and I must say, there laughable at best.

Prideful beings built on the filling fat of the lies they build for themselves, believing themselves to be superior to all.

Well until I arrived.

I burned your realms, slaughtered your people, took your families, and you ask if I feel remorse? What kind of a question is that?

I feel nothing! There is no room for the weakness of caring for those that aren't even of blood.

Yes Blood.... Ohhhh how the red, vermilion liquid brings such memories from the backs of my mind. All the years of battle, the billions of years I have spent walking a reality tainted by lights lies. I remember it all. And now I find myself here, in this new realm with my will to guide the new era of Darkness from preoccupation into materiality. So with that I charge in with my court to stake our clam on the Multiverse of this realities, with my power the realms all around are not safe, for I may cross the boundaries between the two Realms and bring forth a new slaughter.

Like a soothing lotion I bathed myself in the slaughter, lead armies to crush all those that stood before the reform of the Omniverses, spreading my darkness like a web to trap all those within, as life itself was swallowed by my will. But it was this that I have began to see the lingering segments of the original Eden bleed back into those who tried to survive my darkness.

They began to reform, adapted to the world I had left, Life came back, as it always does, but this time different, taken and made beautiful, they held no remorse and all the life that failed to kill was there's to take. They where more alien then normal beast, more along the lines of the beast I saw in my communion with the widower, the ancient creatures of savage and primal nature, beings who fight for there exsitence and do not thrive from unneeded things.

Life and by proxy exsitence itself was bending to my will, theses universes the believers cling to are no more then just grans of sand in the vast area which my hand may grasp, I hold the very conception of your febal exsitence within the grasp of my being. I hold your universe in that palm of my hand, your exsitence is at my mercy and yet I feel nothing.

A light squeeze and I could shatter your Universe, and all its laws and meaning, and not even bat an eye.

For why would I, when it comes to such a simple and inefficacious reality such as this?

However even with my vast power which has grown with my conquest of the notion of exsitence itself, I know I am not without rival, well for as of now, light has formed a weapon out of its finest metal to fire upon me, and it shall be through this servant that I bring about it's down fall.

The false weapon possesses a stronger will then the light could see, the gardener in its haste to be rid of me has formed a weapon which claims to it, are not as tight as a weapon should be. And because of this. It can backfire upon the one who wields it.

And I shall make it do just that. Turn the One bright and pure mother into a being who is free, weather I take her or she joins, or renounces the Gardener and choices to be an ally, if she desires her will to be free from the light then she will have to show it, for if she remains a slave I'll simply end her.

However I cannot help but notice something whenever I looked upon this reality in all of its failures, and I have noticed why.

This world is crafted from weak and crude materials, mashed together into an abomination of meaningless rules and laws. Notions that shouldn't be, are instead, grown like a weed that sucks the nutrients out of the remaining spots of where things could be, but aren't, because they are killed before any hope of a better law could come.

So, I wish to see that gone.

I shall return this to the world it shall become, and stand behind the peak, and look down upon this materium as something more then a "God".

I shall become Axiomatic with the notion of Darkness, to become it, and to be beyond all norms or domains, I shall stand outside the reaches of all things and be alone, the one who rains supreme. My power shall never now another who can equal me, for I shall become the being who transcends all, and not leave the path to my rise. So none shall follow me.

But if this war is to take place I notice that many of my Court members shall benefit from this, and it is through this endless slaughter which I have started that I notice a revelating detail, it would appear that the goddess of lies may be able to rise again, like how the goddess of war was able to take shape and return. Lies and description could also take physical shape just like the endless violence which Artoria wields.

To that end, I shall alter the canvas, I shall pull the strings of fate and allow for the goddess of lies to rise again.

With both beings of my original reality returned, and more of that level soon to follow, I shall began the reform, the power of darkness let's me take life and bend it to my will, to alter it's shape and will, to this end I shall began an experiment and use this power to form my first True hive. I shall make beautiful life, out of the splinters of the worthless life around me.

Thought I wonder, what would my sister Xivu Arath think of me? as I am of now. Or Savathun with her all scheming mind..... ahaha, oh she would try to kill me. As she always does, but I would except nothing less but that, because her love for me dictates that she test my power, and to do so, she will use her mind to try and end me, just like all those other times she killed me in the passed. And I would except that, and relish in my fight with Xivu but they are gone, lost beyond the stars of a reality I am not sure I can return to.

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"Tell me Oryx, if you could what would you change about this reality?"

"What form of a question is that? If I where this world and by proxy the Omniverse, it would be the laws of this realm, all theses wast of space which prevents new life from forming or giving the ascenders less pretty to grow, it would be dead when I was through with it. And it would be beautiful."

"I see.... Then could I make life in such a way like that? I wish to not remake my mistakes, instead I want something more, something new, beings who are tethered to the notion of strength rather then worthless material gain or the notion of "weakness" I want them to be perfect."

".... Do as you wish, but now that this new life you shall make, it will be tested by beings higher then themselves."

"So be it, of a few children die in the process of reaching a higher exsitence then so be it. Death is more natural then life, as such if they aren't fit to live then they could just cease to exist, and allow those of higher strength to take there power and become stronger."

"Ahah, if you where in any other form I would have mistaken you for a hive or a servant of the Widower, but to think that below all this shell. Casted upon you and locked deep into your hate filled flesh was this. A woman, no a mother who would feel such a way. Though I know for without reason."

"Cased away and abandoned, butchered and left to rot in a petty world formed of my flesh, I wanted to believe they would be something more. Something I could love, something deserving of my love, but this has shown it all to me. I grow tired of such idle nonsense of the imperfection infecting what I once held. To this end I shall remake it, and with my hands make what I always wanted but not of this realities grand idea of what life is ment to be, but instead of what life should be."

"Yes, progeny born under the guidance of their parent should be grateful for their lives to even be granted in this universe, They should not spit in the face of the ones who have single-handedly gave rise to their very existence. Those that betray for felt benefit when the parent is harmful, now that is reasonable, children actively run away from such things, well unless there strong or raised to do so. But those that take generosity for granted are just simply..... ignorant, of what they could be, or how they could end up. It is ignorance which kills, and those that do not see what there parent has done for them, never deserved the parents love in the first place."

"....... I see."

"Tell me have your spoken with the Widower?"

"Yes I have."

"And what did it say?"

"It said...."

*Somewhere in the human world, a few weeks sense last chapter.*

S

tanding before a world blazing with life, Oryx floated within the vast void of the empty void around him as he looked upon this world which Artoria was conjuring.

Next to him was Ravel, the once frail and weak devil now transformed into a monster like the rest of them.

"My lord why do your require my presence here?"

"Because, it is time you taste the power at which you could claim if you where to push only slightly higher."

Ravel became interested, she was by no means power hungry like many of her fellow comrades but she wasn't against the idea of claiming jigger power by any means, after all it was through power that they where able to live and exact there will upon this universe they are currently within.

"Then what power do you speak of my lord?"

"This."

Raising his hand the universe came to a stop, all of creation dared not move as a sinister feeling slowly creeped bow there spins. The howling cry's of creation began to bleed from the terror that was it's now fearful being. All of creation shuttered at his will as before Ravel a massive Phoenix made from the essence of the deep exploded outwards.

Like the all consuming force the king designed this being for its massive pale blue wings beat to its own rhythm that would spell the end for this race who dared to declared war upon the taken King. And as Ravel watched with eyes of wonder Oryx casted forth a towering avatar of his true form. This would symbolize the prove they would need to go to there afterlife, proof that it was not Artoria that had ended there miserable lives, but instead the king himself.

And as this Phoenix, made by a incomprehensible small portion of the King of Darkness's power. Flew towards the planet with a strike the world cracked as the essence of darkness bleed from the cracks, and the king stood tall behind the rampaging force that he had conjured.

The World was shattered in an instant, the force that was this Dark Phoenix ripped through the crust before obliterating the reminder, as nothing but dust drifted off into the void.

Ravel looked upon the burning flames as the towering bird appeared before her, there it looked upon her before fleeing towards her as a piercing screech echoed from the birds closed beak. Ravel went to defend herself but it dispersed into a torrent of flames that flew off I to the cosmos to cause a little more destruction.

"That, is what you could do. But only if you stay the path of the Sword."

Ravel looking down at her own hands before remembering the Phoenix her king had conjured, the burning beast of dark raging fury. Then she conjured from flames a tablet, this tablet was made by Oryx and was said to be "The tablet at which Ir Anûk and Ir Halak recorded there results." It was a full set of experiments and magic code that explained the daughters of Oryx and also there terrifying power.

Such mastery over the mind, the mystic arts, and death, a combination that Ravel will seize. And though this she will calm what she sought after.

"I see... Well thank you Oryx, my king, for showing me what the future may hold."

The King of The Hive said nothing, he had already achieved what he would desire. And with this Ravel returned to her realm to work, and Oryx would now take matters into his own hands as of now.

The factions where growing bolder, The United force meant to "End The Dark King" was now beginning to send out scouts in order to try and locate him.

It was truly child's playing, They seriously thought they could get the jump on him? To even make such a statement requires that he does not know of their upbringing and their desire to try and usurp him.

Whatever, if they try then he and his court will just slaughter them, after all they're nothing more than just lambs that will be used for the slaughter.

So with this he blinked out of creation, a dark ripple expelled from which he once was as he returns to his Throne World, leaving Artoria to herself as she to returned but not to her throne world instead the original world which her story began.

There she will take care of some... Interesting individuals that have been making a seen as of late.

*In the underworld. At the Gremory Household*

"If you two would, My husband will now be permitted to see you."

There standing before them was Grayfia, wife of Sirzechs and mother of the strongest devil.

Across from her was Merlin and Mordred, they stood in place as they nod there heads before there feet moved to Begin their little quest into the office of the Crimson devil.

Entering inside there Sirzechs looked up at them smiling, extending his left arm out he pointed it towards a few open chairs and they understood. Walking over they say as the devil spoke.

"So what does the famed flower mage at night of rebellion wish to have discussed with me?"

"Well while make our time here as quick and smooth as possible we-"

However Merlin never got to speak his full sentence as the crossed armed Mordred spoke with a voice of hasted enthusiasm.

"Look we want to know about this so called "Knight of Evil" and apparently you've seen this person so please. Shine a little light on this and while be on our way."

Her foot was tapping, and her breathing was a little more quickened, Her body language was that even more nervous person. Merlin noticed these shuttle body movements and couldn't blam her, if this is who he truly believes it is... Then he to will feel some from of sadness from this.

However the room was quite, no quiet, and Merlin opened his eyes to see the crimson haired man silent. His back was turned to them, Merlin and Mordred looked at one another confused.

"Sirzechs."

The man didn't respond instead they began to hear the sounds of.... Wrestling metal?

Mordred looked at his shoulder then noticed that they were shaking, not heavy shaking, light shaking, her body was shivering but not because of the cold but because of the memories of that day.

"Sirzechs... Are you o-"

"Ok.... Yes." The man took a deep breath. Which did nothing to calm his nerves but gave a small sense of relief. "Or at least as much as I can be."

".... The hell happen?" Sirzechs looked at the Knight as she looked upon him with eyes of Questioning. "From the stories I've heard from you I figured you would be.... Nearly impossible to intimidate but you're scared, so did something happen?"

"....... Yes, oh yes something happened and it was one of the darkest and most terrifying moments of my life."

"Can you tell us?" He shifted his attention to the flower mage. "You see we're trying to locate this figure, and with your first hand experience with this situation. We would like to know all that we can about them."

"..... Listen to me, just stop." Looking at them with the eyes of a near begging man he spoke again. "Stop looking for this being, it will be the end of you. It would be best to just... Stop your search, and to get prepared for the coming storm."

The room was silent, Merlin looked at him as he could tell that his encounter with the Knight had felt a deep scar on his mentality, question now, was how bad was this event that it caused the legendary Crimson Satan to develop this case of clear as day PTSD.

But regrettably this say to push them back was met with the Iron Will of Mordred who in retaliation eyes blazed with a heated passion. Her mouth opened and her words flied into being, born of her lips that would speak there truth.

"The hell!? Like we're going to stop!" Mordred stood up as she pointed at the man. "Listen I don't know what might have happened, But there's no way in hell that I'm giving up on this! Now you can either spill it or we'll just leave!"

Merlin looked at his companion as he noticed her heated eyes, he feared that something like this may happen. Mordred was stubborn, And when it came to obstacles that got in the way of whatever her stubbornness was pointing towards she wasn't afraid of smashing through it. Even if that is the only lead they have.

Sirzechs however looked at her and those eyes she had, Well normally such resolve would be cause for praise in this situation he couldn't help but shutter at the unfortunate fate that would befall upon her because of it.

This damn thing, this "Knight" of it could even be called such in cursed black armor, was not some merciful entity. It was terror, death, and pain incarnate. A walking talking nightmare with surpassed even Nightmare himself.

And now there where two more unfortunate souls that where going to walk into the demons hands, But these two were the famed and legendary figures from one of the most powerful kingdoms to ever exist within the supernatural world. So maybe they could succeed where he couldn't.

"Fine... I'll tell you but I ask that if you where to find this being. Do not bring its attention towards the underworld or this household."

"You have our word now please, can you tell us?"

"Yes... It all started some time ago."

*A little over Six Years ago.*

Sirzechs and his fellow Satans where present within a large council room as the council of Devils and the Satan's spoke about how to address the matter of the expanding evil and the riders of death that where spreading through the supernatural and exterminating many powerful figures.

"If we truly are in a state of crisis we must lock down the underworld Make sure that no one can enter!"

"But the reports say that these may be the people responsible for the extermination of the Greek faction how could we possibly hold off such a power if we don't have allies!?" A council member spoke, but his words where dripped with anger at this.

"Allies!? Have you not heard these beings can corrupt anything! You would have us be able to become so easily killed from the inside by having outsiders assist us! The Devils do not need assistance from the outside factions! We will stave this off on our own!"

"Preposterous! That would be the end of us if we decide to do this alone! The Devils must unite with the other factions in order to be able to guarantee our future!"

"IDIOT! YOU WOULD HAVE US APPEAR SO WEAK TO TH-"

"BE QUITE!!"

Sirzechs having grown annoyed with the constant blabbering and yelling flared his aura, his eyes hardened as his presence was known, the dense crimson aura bathed the room in a scarlet glow that shined as brightly as the crimson of blood itself.

"You're constant blabbering and arguing we'll get us nowhere! The devil's will unite with the other factions! We were barely able to stave off nightmare, and that was only because a different entity took him away! Or do you not remember that! We could have faced extinction by this very same threat! And if speculation is to be true then this group of individuals is even more powerful than knightmare! The only logical way in order to be able to protect our future generation and our own species is to join forces with the fallen angels and angels, If we do not then we will certainly and most definitely be eradicated!"

The room was silent, none dares to argue back against the man who's power far surpassed their own and had made his point very and abundantly clear.

"Good, Now with this being said Ajuka, would it be possible to contact Michael and Azazel?"

"It shouldn't be to hard to contact either of the two, considering that both factions should be in the same predicament as us arranging a meeting between us should not be that hard."

"Then I guess this is settled but before we move on Serafall, Falbium, how goes the search?"

"Well Sirzechs-chan we've been looking, we've scoured the entirety of the underworld even going into the fallen angel portion of the underworld, But we've discovered nothing nor have been able to find anything."

"Serafall is right, we've led our men into those portions of the underworld where "sightings" of these people have occurred but we found nothing either we were too late or they where never there to begin with."

"I see, thank you. Now if that would be all then we sho-"

*BOOOOOOM*

The ground rumbled as the world itself shook, Sirzechs and his fellow Satans we're barely able to keep themselves standing straight up as the blast of whatever this was caused the entire foundation to nearly give out.

"What the hell is going on!" Falbium yelled but No one responded until the doors blasted open and a guard Who is stationed outside screamed.

"WHERE UNDER ATTACK!"

"UNDER ATTACK!"

"BY WHO!"

The council demanded along with the Satan's, But before the man could even speak his lower body exploded into a horrific display of flying guts and blood, his upper body was tossed like yesterday's garbage before the Crimson haired devil. Watching as thr blood Left his body so easily he couldn't help but shutter as the walls of this building began to crack. Whatever was coming towards them was unleashing an aura so thick and dense it was causing this magically enhanced building to begin breaking down.

"Everyone get rea-" sirzechs was about to make his order when suddenly....

*Clang*

An armored foot was heard, the clanging of the metal was just simply to recognizable for those who's Heard it so many times on the battlefield.

A dense red and black fog came through the doorway as dismembered limbs and bodies were thrown through the door with nothing more than the final screams of the men and women being all that they were able to hear before their bodies flopped on the floor, The sound of their flesh compressing against the floor, and their bones snapping alongside it.

*Clang*

The footsteps grew closer, And as they grew closer the thicker the fog came, the sensation of dread begin to set in with many of the council members beginning to try and flee outside the building, only for their disenmembered forms to be flung back in.

"Sirzechs-chan."

"Yes Serafall?"

"Is this... Death?"

"I.... I don't know what this is."

And to his words the very world itself did not know what was going on or what nightmarish force had it befallen upon it. A sense of wrongness had filled the very gaps between the atoms which built the world, something this dark this evil this treacherous It should not exist in yet it did and it was walking with the legs of a woman.

Her armor, that blackened metal which was as dark as the void itself, the black armor rattled with draconic features, it held such an aura of dark beauty, like a master smith had made it with the intent of projecting terror while simultaneously making the women's dangerous beauty shine even brighter. And her sword, the blade that seemed to glow brighter as it almost seemed to tell that they where there. Glowing Brighting in anticipation, waiting for it's next meal to stain it's already bloodstained form.

"Who are you?"

The woman head turned to him, And as she did her mouth opened as only a single word was said.

".........Death......."

After all was gone, the very world itself was unable to bee seen through his eyes.

When he came to fire and smoke was all that he was able to see, he tried to move only to find himself paralyzed in place, he looked down at his own being and noticed that a large chunk of his leg and right arm was blown away, whatever she did, it was strong enough to not only destroy the entire building but also critically harm him.

However his eyes began to twitch as his vision began to dull, a ringing noise began to ring within his ears His head continued to grow dizzier and dizzier by the second before all he could do was just hear the footsteps of this monster, and watch as she step over the bodies and sometimes even deliberately stomped on the skulls of the now dead carcasses of the devils who where on the council.

Sirzechs tried to move but he lost too much blood at this point, he could barely see and could even hear anything at this point.

'Am I.... Going to die?'

He pondered if this was his end if his existence would now finally meet its climax, destroyed without any resistance by this walking catastrophe.

"Looks like you lived, good, Your part wasn't over, however if you would have died they would have been have no concern."

The man could only briefly raise his head to look up at the demon who towered over him at this point, looking down on his beaten form.

"Though I guess my King was correct, You are nothing worth being concerned over. You are just like all the other cattle, simple little things until butchered, and then you're like the rest of the dead. Funny how that works isn't it."

"Why?"

"Hmm?"

"W-why do this?" The man coughed as his chest pulsed with pain. "Why do you continue to slaughter all these people? You, Knightmare, this Darkness we've been hearing of, why do you feel the need to kill so..... aimlessly? Is it truly worth all this pain and suffering?"

"Tell me something, When a wolf kills a deer does it feel sorry for it? Or when a dragon torches a town and burns all those weaklings to death, does the dragon feel remorse for doing it? No they don't, so why should I? You are all simply stepping stones, insignificant little life forms who can die at a simple drop of a hat. Or in this case a swipe from my blade, You are of no challenge to me as such you are no predator or even a contender for my placement, You are simply prey. You are the scared cat and I am the wolf. You are all just means to an end, feel for my sword, my logic, my nature. So does that clarify it to you devil of destruction?"

"You... Are a monster."

"Yes, I guess I am, but you should now the ungrateful call me abomination, monster, tyrant, A whole slew of names meant to paint me in a evil light. However the grateful call me mistress, leader, most loyal, Knight of the King, for they now of who I am."

Turning away all the devil could see was the building falling further into ruin as the Knight turned and walked away.

"And you should know if you somehow survive this inform your surviving faction members that it was I, Blade of the Taken King, who had done this, And make sure to remember that at any given moment. All it would take is a simple order and I will come to exterminate your entire faction, I will slaughter your kin, burn down your homes, exterminate every single last one of you. The slaughter will be quick yet painful, I shall butcher you all including your loved ones, your children, everything, none will survive. And I will make sure of it."

Walking off into the flames all the man could do was lay there helplessly as she opened What appear to be some kind of green portal and left the material world.

'I don't understand this anymore....'

Darkness took his vision as he drifted into the void.

'Why is this Evil.... This Darkness spreading now?'

Now his eyes where closed, with no telling what his fate may bring.

'Is this the end of us.... All?'

His consciousness faded from his own mind, luckily he was saved by the emergency squad dispatched.

He would awaken a few weeks later where they are he gave the news to his wife and older family who were terrified, never even realizing that his own son watched as he spoke with eyes not their usual red but instead similar to the knight of evil.

A blazing chilling emerald green.

*End of Flashback.*

"And that's the end of my tale."

Merlin and Mordred stood there silent, there faces however told a different story, one of surprise and the other terror.

"I see well that will be al-"

Merlin was interrupted by Mordred who stood up with great haste and ripped opened the door startling the main on the outside of the office and taking off.

"Is she going to be all right?"

Sirzechs wasn't expecting this kind of a reaction, and if his eyes served him right was she... Crying?

Turning his attention to the flower mage he gave the same look they had when first entering this room, a look of wanting to know.

"..... She should be..... Hopefully"

"Tell me does she have some kind of a connection with this Knight?"

"..... Sirzechs are knowledgeable are you on Camelot?"

"As much as everyone else, Although we don't know everything we know a good part of it. We know of the round table and the King who ruled the lands and kingdom but besides that we don't know the specifics."

"Well Mordred is the child of the king of Camelot. More specifically, the "son" of the king."

"Really!?" Looking at where she once stood he couldn't believe that he was before the prince of Camelot!

But wait wasn't the king of Camelot a female? So how is a girl form from her, her son?

However he decided to keep that to himself, he didn't want to appear rude after all.

"Yes, And unfortunately your story confirmed one of our greatest fears."

"And what is that? Is this person a member of the round table?"

"Worst.... This person is king Artoria herself... The Fallen King of Camelot."

"Wait what!!?" Shock washed over the man like a tidal wave washing a surfer, he wasn't prepared for a bombshell like that to just hit but if that was the case then.... "Wait, wouldn't that mean that the Knight of Evil is actually......"

"Yes..... It is Mordred's father."

"That's.... I couldn't imagine." Sitting down in his chair, he slumped down slightly as he looked up at the ceiling he felt bad for the poor girl. To have someone that close to you, who you held in such grandeur become this.... Thing, It would be devastating on one's psyche.

"..... She had hopped that things where different, that they weren't as they may seem but now with what you have given us, we cannot deny it no longer. Artoria Pendragon, former Knight of Camelot and father to Mordred has fallen into darkness and has become this Knight who serves the "Taken King."

The room was silent, Sirzechs looked at the flower mage as his eyes where narrowed, his usual expression whipped away in favor for this one of more focused order.

"If this is the case, how come only she has fallen into the clutches of this entity? Shouldn't Mordred have also fallen into there hands?"

"That is where my fault comes into all this, I was the one who sealed her away after the fall of Camelot, however I used up the last of my energy which I was using to maintain my form, before I was sent back to Avalon. However since the past 3000 years I have never been able to check up on her thanks to some..... Unfortunate situations, which happened over that time frame. It's because of my negligence but not only was she discovered but also because of their rage and hatred she felt for the fall of everything she sacrificed for it probably led the way into her joining to try an exact revenge. Or at least that's the best course of action which popped up in my head about this whole situation."

Sirzechs was once again silent, to think that the King of Camelot. The father to the Knight of rebellion somehow, was this... Just how?

"If you do not mind me asking, was there something wrong with her before hand? You know, because I'm finding it hard for such a famed person, one who's resolve and will shook nations, turned into a walking Talking Nightmare."

"I guess all of this started around the time when she first became king of Camelot. Since she began she constantly kept her emotions suppressed, believing that if she were to let them go that it may spill out and ruin her imagine as a king. However this had unforeseen consequences deep inside her soul due to all the resentments the anger it began to form an entirely separate entity and because of her own Pendragon blood It made this reaction even more critical. Since she carries the components and the mana similar to that of a dragon whose power is can grow due to their emotions, It ended up infecting a part of herself giving rise to a second person living deep inside her soul. This version of herself was quiet at first, she just watched, She did not say a word She just silently judged all that was going on around her until eventually during the day a few years later as a trial was going on due to a knight breaking his oath this version of herself sprung into action. Luckily it was just me and her within the room discussing when she suddenly turned cold, Her being was so empty and dark It ended up causing a sense of wrongness to enter my gut. If I had not acted then that knight would have been murdered in the most gutasm of ways."

Sirzechs shivered, he felt slightly bad for the man who had to experience that first hand.

"However this tale does not end here, after her first surfacing She began to appear around one moment here the other moment there, She was whispering in Artoria's ears, beckoning her into acts of murder and violence, It was some time later before she came to me with the words of her stating that this entity existed. Now I had always known and I was doing my own measures to keep her at bay, I placed a seal on her which would limit to the amount that she could influence over Artoria, essentially reducing her to a beast trapped in a cage, But as I thought I solved the problem I ended up only making things worse. Artoria would begin to have splitting headaches She would be woozy and dizzy She tried to hide them on many occasions but sometimes they were just too great and signs of her affliction were beginning to show throughout the court. Many of the knights of the round table began to grow concern over their king strange behavior. However it was Artoria herself that did not wish for any news of her "sickness" to be publicly known."

"I see, But tell me if you put a seal on her then how is she here now? If what you're saying is true then that would have to me and that she broke free, She shattered her cage."

"Oh no she did a little bit more than just shatter her cage, She completely destroyed Artoria from the inside, The hatred, the rage, the anger, everything that our king had suppressed. Was now overflowing from her very veins. Her heartbeat with anger, vengeance was her blood which flowed throughout her body. Distraught, grieving, hateful and angry it would be through this combination that at the end of our era, she ended up performing an attack so grand it ended up destroying all of Camelot reducing it to ruins."

"By Satan... That's."

"Devastating I now, But worst has yet to come Once everything fell and she had critically wounded Mordred I was forced to step in and use the last of my strength in order to imprison her however as you can see now it would appear that some other force has gotten to her before we could."

"The shadow."

"Yes it is my reason to believe that this entity who is spreading throughout creation unchecked plaguing us with darkness Has somehow awakened this other half of our king, and has not only amplified her evil but also has set her on a path which may very well lead to her own destruction."

"I see .... Then I'm glad I was of service to This delicate matter to think that such a grand hero could be brought down to such levels because of another."

"Yes, You've confirmed it first hand Now it is time but we set off, we have to find her and hopefully try and draw out our Artoria. If that's not able to be done however than a quick death should be able to finally put her spirit to rest."

Sirzechs nod his head, understanding what the mage was saying to him It would be with this that he turned and walked away heading out towards Mordred's energy signature were there outside the manor and a secluded part of the forest which surrounded it, She stood there on a ledge overlooking a glistening pond filled with crystal clear water.

"Merlin is that you?"

Her voice was shaky as would anyone's voice being in this situation. Mordred loved her father so seeing this person who she's so vigorously held in such a grand light become this monster It was hard to say the least on the girls soul.

"It is Mordred."

"..... This is bullshit!"

Slamming her fist down into the stone below She caused a small crater to form.

"How!? how could this happen?!! What's sick twisted shit is this!!? Father might have not been the greatest parent but she did not deserve to become what the hell she is now!!"

Her teeth grinded together Her fist clenched into a tightly bold fist.

"Why Merlin! Why did this have to happen! And of all people why father!? She has done nothing wrong She was the perfect king someone who was ahhh! Just perfect so why!!?" For the first time in ages the night of rebellion shed a long streaming tear. "Just... Why?"

"....... Because Mordred unfortunately to be perfect and you must sacrifice many things about yourself, and if you sacrifice the wrong things, it can come to hunt you."

"....."

"Artoria was a fine leader, however because of the circumstances around her, and because of her own upbringing. She was never able to express the full range of human emotions which so vitally led to her own end. She just kept on sacrificing, and pushing off these pieces of her which ended up forming a cyst. It's spread and with her continuing to sacrifice, and sacrifice, and sacrifice, It led to this part of her going unchecked, and becoming way too strong for her to stop. You could say that because of her own sacrifice for success, She inadvertently caused the downfall of everything. Her fall was due to a byproduct of her own success."

"...... That's bullshit Merlin, we both know who was responsible for it who was actually the reason why Camelot fell."

"Mordred are you trying to take all this on your-"

"What do you mean trying!? I am the reason this all happened! I wanted to be loved, So what did I do? I caused a rebellion! Not even knowing the full extent of what my father was going through! I can't constantly hounding again, and again, and again, to try and show myself. To show that I was worthy of the throne, to show that I was worthy. And yet I couldn't even begin to fathom the pain father was going through. How was I supposed to be a king when I couldn't even understand, or hear, or see, the subtle hints of the pain that someone close to me was going through!? I loved father! I loved her with all my heart! Because unlike my treacherous mother at least she cared or showed gestures of it! And now all of this happened, I single-handedly gave the fuel and the key to Father's monster.  I set her free from her chains, I allowed her to get the final bite on Father's heart killing her! If I had just understood things better back then I could have prevented all of this and instead of going against him I could have been there beside him like a good knight!"

Mordred facing the mage with eyes shedding tears clenched her own hands together as she looked at her sword.

"I believed myself to be the successor of my father, and yet. What kind of a successor am I? When I ended what I was supposed to succeed!"

Merlin looking upon her couldn't help but empathize with her slightly, he might not have known the full range or the feelings humans have, But there before him was someone grieving over their past mistakes, something similar to what he had to deal with thanks to his own mistakes.

"Mordred, I should tell you something."

"What is it?"

She was barely able to squeak this line through her grinding teeth, The hatred she felt towards herself was something beginning to writhe within herself.

".... Artoria always loved you."

"Father.... What?"

Taking a step back Mordred looked upon the flower made with eyes shaking with disbelief.

"It's true, whenever we were alone together I would always ask what she thought of you She would always paint you in a grant light, She complimented your skills your courage, your tenacity, everything. The reason why she did not tell you this face to face was because she was afraid that if she did, it would begin to form a separation between the knights, do to her taking more of a favor towards you. The King always loved you, But she could never show it and she wanted you to stay as far away from the throne as possible because she felt that because of it she had been reduced to a slave and she did not want the same fate to happen to you."

Mordred stood there shaking in both happiness and anger, She was so confused as she was now.

Happy because she finally Got what she wanted, She wanted to be loved by her father and now she was.

But anger because this was gone! That love she so desperately wanted was taken away shattered and stolen!

"God damn it!!"

Taking her sword She swung good with eyes blazing with anger as a red blast splintered dozens of trees.

"Why! Why now of all times for me to find out that and yet I can even revel in it! I can't even take joy in knowing this because I don't even have it anymore!"

"...... I simply thought it would be best to tell you."

"Well thank you Merlin because now.... Because now, I have another reason to save father, That way when I do I'm able to force that out of his own lips! And here him say it instead of you!"

"Ahaha, so, ready to go on the road again?"

Mordred wiping her tears away, responded with one of her signature grins.

"Damn right I am, And when I find Father I'm going to beat the answers out of him."

"That's the spirit."

However as they were about to walk away a large magical circle appeared below them, Merlin tried to transport them away but it was too late and everything went white.

When they came to They were surrounded by a wasteland, The ground below them was stained with blood with only barely shreds of plant life able to be seen.

"Merlin where the hell are we!?"

"I don't know."

However whatever transported them here would respond in kind, As the clanging of metal was heard against the ground, They turn only to see a figure clouded in dark armor carrying a blade which ooze the very essence of darkness into reality warping the very material world around it.

As their eyes narrowed, They began to send something. They began to see the very world itself vibrate space and reality itself was rippling as the presence of whatever was coming towards them was distorting the very world itself now much like the weapon they carried in their hands.

That however ended very quickly when suddenly a flash of pale blue light emanated from their weapon, And before they're very eyes a beam of energy split right past the two of them blazing off into the far reaches of the underworld where it exploded into a massive pillar of magical power but that is not where the spectacle ends no no It came after the pillar of light shot into the sky.

For upon his dissipation a massive tear in the sky formed and with it a powerful vortex appeared above everything pulling the very land apart ripping a massive chunk of the underworld away and consuming it.

"To think that after all this time I would finally find the two of you here."

'That voice!'

'Dont tell me!'

The two of them whipped around only to see that the aura of this figure killed off the remaining plant life that was there before them as her figure towered of the destroyed life.

They're standing across from them was the image of Artoria herself, however this version of her was tainted by darkness Her armor more bulky and more bone-like with massive expanding wings coming from her back which sprouted wide casting a shadow over them which threatened to consume their very souls.

"Father!"

Mordred readyed her blade, as her armor manifested upon her being with her armor sliding into place, forming her helmet over her head.

Taking her sword She ignited the blade as she looked upon the woman as she stared coldly down upon them. Her eyes not visible and yet they did not need to be, because Merlin already knew what she was thinking.

"I must say, Excalibur has most certainly seen better days."

Artoria looked down at her weapon before raising it, as she did the blade oozed more dark essence as It popped onto the ground, And as it did consumed the very ground itself.

"Perhaps back when it was the flashy, beautiful, sword then yes, however now it has true beauty. Something which I considered to be superior to its original counterpart."

"I see, well If a sword tainted with darkness tickles your fancy, then Who am I to judge?"

"Tch, Still the same old to you. But do tell me, did you make any more failure alone your line of work? Or was the bastard daughter of mine Your next candidate?"

Mordred glared at her darkened father as she remained unfazed.

"Who knows, Fate works in mysterious ways. like in one instance you're a famed hero, a king of a great kingdom. The next instant you're a servant to a dark king who's brutality knows no limits, funny how things work like that."

"Yes it is, Now where was I? Oh yes I almost forgot...."

"MERLIN!"

Mordred called out to her companion as the figure of Artoria appeared in front of him. She dashed towards her father but could only watch in slow motion as the blade of Excalibur Arath came towards his neck.

"I was going, to kill you now."

And there You have it ladies and gentlemen this newest chapter is done I hope you guys enjoyed it.

No Before you all start wondering Dio didn't you see that you were going to update every other story who didn't have seven chapters This story has well over seven chapters so why the hell are you updating this one instead of all the other ones Well to be honest with you all with how much work I'm going to have to catch up on I figured I would just update this one to at least keep it on schedule and on track for what I have planning on in the future and also if you're wondering what happened and why I haven't been writing as of late I had a leg injury was pretty badly injured, I'm having to do with a massive problem with not only family drama, But a bunch of other s*** which I will not go into because I'm going to be keeping that to a more personal level Just know that my life has been absolute hell as of late I have came to nearly three mental breakdowns because of all the things I've had to do to keep everyone else sane so yeah it has not been easy for me but I have returned and I am ready to start updating.

So besides all of that I hope you guys enjoyed this and yes the faded confrontation between Artoria and Mordred has now arrived and with how things are looking it seems like the two of them were about to get speed blitzed into high hell but who knows what may happen they may be slaughtered in an instance or something else might happen Who knows You can all guess though.

So with all this being said I will leave you with one meme and I will catch you guys later.

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DIO OUT!!!