A Not So Evil God In Fate/Grand Order

The chapter is late because Zeffur and Shiki sent me disturbing pics and I couldn't concentrate. Blame them.

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『Thermopylae...Enomotia!』With his shout, all three-hundred Spartans turned into streaks of light and shot toward Leonidas. When they got to his position, they transformed in round shields of energy, floating proudly ready to take on any attack.

"Give me your best attack, I will take it head-on!" The Spartan King stood firmly with his back straight. There was no fear on his face, just resolution. The resolution to be victorious in the upcoming clash.

"Very well then. Prepare yourself, Leonidas. Let's see if you can withstand the full force of the 'human' me." Changing the way he was holding his spear to a throwing hold, Seth moved his right foot backward together with his right arm.

Tightening the grip on the rusty spear to the point his veins were becoming visible, he raised his left arm, using it as some kind of gunsight.

'Here we go.' Without preamble, he threw the spear at the red-haired man, creating some sort of sonic boom in the process. The thrown weapon traveled at incredible speeds and in no time, it reached the shields that were floating in front of Leonidas.

The moment of the collision, trees were uprooted, the ground started trembling, even going as far as to crack under the pressure of the impact, and gusts of wind caused havoc wherever they passed.

However, the spear didn't stop once it hit the shields. One by one, it managed to break them and keep advancing toward the Spartan King. He put more force into his Noble Phantasm to stop the momentum of the weapon that kept breaking his shields.

Gritting his teeth, he released a long shout to encourage himself. "Yaaaah!"

It seemed to work as, for a moment, the spear began to slow down. Sadly, it didn't take long for it to regain its original speed and continue bypassing his defenses.

When the spear broke the hundredth shield, it showed signs of stopping. Nevertheless, it didn't cease to move and advanced, this time at a slower pace.

The momentum of the spear was the same, what changed was the level of defense the shields had. It was a symbol of 'The more closely they are to get past us, the more fiercely we will hold the line.'

The moment the two-hundredth shield was broken, the spear was barely moving. Additionally, the shaft and head were cracking with each passing second. That's when it happened, the spear started rotating on its own, making the shields previous resistance futile.

'Did I push it too far? I better stop before it breaks.' Seeing the breaking marks on the spear, Seth extended his right hand forward. A suction force came from it, opposing the one from the rotating weapon.

The rusty spear struggled to keep going but eventually couldn't resist and flew back to Seth. He caught it with his hand and started examining it. 'It seems I did the right thing by recalling it, this form has one use left, by the looks of it.'

As he didn't need it again, for now, he coated it in darkness before absorbing that same darkness into his mouth. At the moment, he looked totally defenseless.

Leonidas was standing there, with a slightly hurried breath. Without taking into account his shield, only twenty of the original three-hundred remained.

'That was close, I will have to train my muscles even more next time.' After his internal joke, the Spartan King adopted a serious look as he slammed the butt-end of his spear on the ground.

The remaining shields became particles that were absorbed by his weapon. "This is the counterattack that embodies the spirit of my soldiers, let's see if you can endure it!"

This time it was Leonida's turn to attack. He spun his spear with his right hand before tightly grabbing it. "Haaa!" With a shout, he threw his spear toward Seth.

The weapon lighted on fire and became an arrow that flew with intensity. Seth waited for the moment the flying spear was about to impact before taking a hold of it with both hands.

He was quickly pushed back, leaving deep trails on the ground wherever he passed. This continued for a long while until he was at the farther end of the space between the half hills. However, his attack didn't get past it, it didn't manage to make its way into Roman territory.

Smoke was coming from Seth's hands as the fire coating the spear disappeared, revealing the thrown spear.

"I praise your effort, but it's time I return this back to you." As if this was a game of catch and throw, like a missile, Seth released the spear from his hands as it traveled even faster than the one he had thrown previously.

Leonidas was tired from the attack he had done, he watched with wide eyes how his weapon was traversing great distances until it finally pierced his c.h.e.s.t and continued its way without stopping.

"Ugh...!" Blood escaped from his mouth as he slowly was falling backward. The Guardian of the Hot Gates was left tumbled on the ground as he looked at the sky.

'This is as far as I can go, huh...' With his mouth covered in blood, the Spartan King smiled. 'I can't say I didn't find this to be kind of entertaining, though.'

While Leonidas was trapped in his thoughts, Seth approached him with unhurried steps. He slowly turned his head to look at the man who had defeated him. "It seems...this is...your victory." He spoke with difficulty, coughing a bit at the end.

"Yes." Seth gave a short and concise response.

"..." There was a moment of silence before he spoke again. "I—No, he respected you. He truly wished you could have surrendered without the need to fight. But, at the same time, that spirit to never surrender was what he admired the most of you."

"Heh...it's too late...for that. Cough...but...it never...hurts to-" Before he could finish, he disappeared in particles of light.

"You are right, it's too late." He said as the wind gently swayed his hair. "For a lot of things..."

Now that his battle with Leonidas was over, Seth decided to go look at how Marcus and his army was doing.

The moment he got there, he found himself witnessing an expected result. Leonidas' army was being slaughtered without mercy, no matter how much they cut down the soldiers. they continued attacking. The only way for them to successfully end their opponents' life was by decapitating them.

However, the Roman army also had superhuman strength, making killing them by that method a difficult task.

The Commander in charge wanted to issue a retreat order, but before he could even do as much as to utter a word, he was shot in the head with an arrow by none other than Marcus.

Now, without the leadership of Leonidas and his substitute, the United Empire's army fell into disarray. This benefited greatly the Romans as they could kill more without much resistance.

Normally, a battle of this scale, with numbers approximately in the dozens of thousands, could take days to finish. Yet, this battle only took a few hours. That was to show how much the Romans had been transformed.

When they finished the battle, every soldier that was left returned to normal. However, the moment they did they started trembling, slowly raising their hands to grab their heads.

They all looked like they were going to suffer a mental breakdown. It was at that moment that they all fainted with their eyes still wide open, only revealing white.

Marcus heard footsteps behind him and quickly turned around as he aimed an arrow, but noticing it was Seth, he lowered his bow. "General, welcome back. It seems you were successful in taking down their leader. I meant to ask but, is this of your doing?"

"You didn't do so bad yourself, and yes, it was indeed me. I don't want lunatics screaming at the top of their lungs." Seth responded as he touched the ground, a wave of darkness extended from his hand and enveloped every soldier on the battlefield, not distinguishing between friend or foe.

When it retracted, the bodies of the United Empire's soldiers were nowhere to be seen. Slowly, everyone started to wake up. Getting up, they looked at each other in confusion. "What happened? "What are we doing here?" "Why does my head hurt so much?" Similar questions were being asked between them.

Seth had erased their memory to avoid future troubles. Marcus was confused by how they were acting but he had been seeing some weird things lately, so he just attributed it to some magical ability to not get headaches.

When everyone recovered enough to think straight, Marcus and Seth led them back to Rome. As they didn't travel far from the capital, it took them approximately two hours. Were it not for the strain on the soldiers' bodies caused by his control over them, they would have gotten there sooner.

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Seth was resting on his room in the palace. The moment they got to Rome, Marcus ordered the confused soldiers to rest, and he went to do the same.

'I will have to prepare to wield that spear when it breaks, I don't have the hobby of touching brilliant things like that, especially if they act all hostile.' He thought with disinterest.

Knock, knock.

His thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door. Getting up from the bed and opening it, he was met with a kneeling soldier.

"Sir, our scouts reported the sighting of Our Majesty's ship. I believe she will be here soon, I was sent to inform you about it." The man reported without beating around the bush.

"You can go, I will meet them in the Throne Room." Dismissing the soldier, he went to the Emperor's place and waited for them to come. It's not like he had anything to do, anyways.

While he was there, he took out the nearly broken spear from his mouth. The weapon fell with a thud on the ground. 'Hm...what should I do with you...' Seth tapped his cheeks repeatedly searching for a way to handle this.

"For now, my best option is to feed you, you bloods.u.c.k.i.n.g thing." Seth tilted his head to the side, avoiding a serpentine ray of light released from the spear.

Materializing his own, he made a cut on his palm with it. Blood dripped from the wound and fell onto the rusty weapon. Gradually, the cracks started repairing themselves until it returned to the way it was before.

When he finished repairing the spear, he was made aware of the presence of his Servants, so he was sure that it wouldn't be long for them to get where he was.

True to his conjecture, the group entered the Throne Room after half an hour. However, they looked really weary, as if they have been through a thousand wars in the time he hadn't seen them.

For some reason, they all had relief on their faces together with that weariness, as if a nightmare had finally ended.

The moment they entered and saw Seth, they all looked at him with different expressions on their faces, earning a rare moment of confusion in him.

"What?"