A Not So Evil God In Fate/Grand Order

'Jalter, tell the others to return to Rome. If they don't obey, you can use your Noble Phantasm on them. I trust I don't need to use a Command Spell to make you do me this favor?' Before starting the battle, Seth sent Avenger a last message.

'Of course not, your wishes are orders.' Even though he couldn't see her, he understood she was in a pretty good mood right now.

Finishing his talk with her, Seth returned his attention to Attila. By activating Shapeshift A, another pair of long ears grew from his head like antennas, in addition to a thin forked tail. If he had bothered to practice with this skill, he could have activated without showing animal traits, or at least just one.

Seeing the animal ears that twitched occasionally, Saber's face did the same, albeit slightly. She thought those cute—cough, atrocious ears were part of some dastardly plan to distract her!

After that, he used Flames Of The Evil God C to coat his spear. Attila didn't have the Evil Alignment, so using the ability to defend was useless, but as she had the Good Alignment, using it to empower his spear was optimal.

He could use the ability to form a type of armor and improve his overall power, but the cost of that was no joke. No matter if he liked it or not, his body was human. Using divine flames felt like your soul was tearing itself apart. He was only willing to use it on his hands for shorts periods.

Lastly, he activated the ability that put the most pressure upon Saber, Kingslayer EX. A red aura covered his body, making it seem like it was burning.

Everything happened in just a few seconds, seconds in which they were just quietly staring at each other.

"Let's test if you deserve that sword, King of the Hun." '...And if you have what I seek.' He added in his mind.

"My objective is Rome's destruction." She wasn't interested in whether she deserved her sword or not. Her only purpose was the downfall of the Roman Empire.

"Then come and get its location from me." Finally, their weapons separated, only to clash again. They repeated the same actions several times.

The two warriors eventually distanced themselves, without a single scratch on their bodies. Not even a second after, they immediately darted at each other.

However, before they clashed, Saber extended the Sword of Mars forward. The weapon morphed and became something akin to a whip that coiled around Seth's wrist.

Attila then pulled her sword back, bringing the black-haired man with it. When he was in striking distance, she went for a kick to his head.

Seth moved his head to the side to dodge her kick, but her hill still left a thin line on his cheek. Seeing as her attack didn't work, she spun in mid-air and released the grip her sword had on him.

The Egyptian God was thrown in the air but managed to stabilize himself pretty quickly. Running his finger over the small wound, he healed it instantly.

Pointing the five fingers of his free hand at Saber, flaming serpents shot from each one of them, aiming to get a taste of her flesh.

She jumped back, continuously trying to get away from them, but they still kept the chase no matter how much she retreated.

After doing a big jump into the air in an attempt to get rid of their pursuit, Seth appeared suddenly above her, swinging his spear vertically.

The Scourge of God raised her sword and put her idle hand on the blade for extra support.

"Kuh!" When the weapons met, Attila couldn't help but release a low grunt due to the heaviness of the attack. Like a bird without wings, she quickly fell to the ground.

Luckily for her, with Seth's attack, the serpents disappeared. Even so, she wouldn't take this lying down. Jumping again on Seth, who was descending, she went for a quick stroke to his c.h.e.s.t.

Taking advantage of his weapon's length, he deviated Saber's sword before it could harm him. She quickly swung her sword again only to be met with the same outcome.

Like that, they exchanged hundreds of blows with no one getting the upper hand. When they were about to hit the ground, they used each other as support to create some distance between them.

"You use that sword like an extension of your arm. It's truly remarkable." While not at Mars' level in terms of swordsmanship, she didn't bring shame to his weapon at all.

"Your skills...I acknowledge them. However, I will show no mercy to those that stand in my way." She may admire his ability with the spear, but an enemy was an enemy.

'Playtime...is over.' Both shared the same thinking. At that moment, something changed in the atmosphere of the dark, cold, and unfeeling world.

The two warriors vanished, only to reappear hundreds of meters from their location. Like before, they clashed with their weapons. Yet, something was different now.

Previously, the only outcome was the sound of a spear and a sword colliding. Now, each of their attacks ruined the already damaged landscape.

It had become an unshackled fight, a fight that will only leave destruction on its wake. However, to both, that wasn't a bad thing.

Attila and Seth were very familiar with destruction. It wasn't something they liked, but it formed part of their lives. That's why, more than anyone, they knew that 'beauty' existed within it.

It was that reason that allowed their weapons to elegantly move as if they were dancing, while still bringing devastation to what surrounded them.

Their bodies shared this trait, moving with extreme flexibility. Although unconventional in a traditional fight between a spear and a sword, they both used whatever they could, be it kicks, punches, or even headbutts.

To them, the outside world had disappeared, and only they remained. It was the warrior's mentality they possessed, and the one they followed.

It got to a point where they only focused on finding the best way to wound their opponent, not caring for anything else. Even as that was happening, they were still growing stronger.

Their sheer Magical Energy was making the earth tremble, and it didn't show signs of decreasing, even going as far as to increase with each passing second.

The strength behind their blows was also increasing, together with their speed. It even got to a point where all one could see were blurs.

Little by little, both began to receive small wounds in various parts of their bodies. However, they paid it no mind and continued their dance of destruction.

'Faster...even faster...' Was the thought on their minds. Neither of the two wanted to be the one losing, so they gave it everything they've got.

Saber recurred to using her Star Emblem to power her attacks, something which Seth found fair. After all, he has been using three skills at the same time. Plus, his natural ability to regenerate.

Something interesting he found was, Attila could also heal herself using one of her skills. It was glorious! They could be even that way, something that he wanted, no, he d.e.s.i.r.ed.

His fight against Berserker, an enemy he faced when he was something akin to a low-level Servant, and he wasn't even a proper foe. Although he was a little excited to fight as the usual him after so long, he has to admit.

His fight against Saber, someone he knew it would be challenging to face as the current him at that time, but he knew he would win.

His fight against Jalter, he found in her the perfect chance to awaken his sin. That's why he let her hit him with her Noble Phantasm. Sadly, that overconfidence costed him. It was a miscalculation on his part, thinking his current body would withstand it. The result? His defeat.

But it was different against Attila. She was extremely powerful on her own but was being buffed by the Holy Grail to boot. An enemy on his level, where he didn't know if he would be killed or would emerge victorious.

It was the reason he didn't want it to end, but at the same time, he refused to hold back. He would even go as far as to use his Authority.

...

Hours after hours, Saber and Seth fought fiercely, going from one place to another. One was a girl fighting for the sole reason of her existence, while the other was a man doing it to take back what he had lost.

Every ability of his had ended long ago. As much as he wanted, he couldn't keep them up forever. However, that was fine in itself. The time to fight as a human was over. Now, it was time to fight as something more, as...a God.

Attila's Divinity clashed against his. One she obtained through crushing the Roman Empire and people believing it to be a show of God's might.

She didn't feel envy toward him. That only left three of his Authorities to power up; Disorder, Violence, and Chaos. Unfortunately, the latter was too much to handle even for his original self. Using it was out of the question.

Storms wouldn't help him in a one versus one, that left Fire, and Wind he got because of Typhoon. With that in mind, he absorbed the disorder and violence generated in their fight to replenish his Mana, while using a combination of Fire and Wind to attack.

Saber wasn't one to lose. She used her markings, The Emblem Of The Star, to enhance her performance by expending as much Magical Energy as she could at a time. Additionally, she used Mars' sword to its full extent, or the most she could bring out of it.

In the middle of battle, as they collided with their weapons, Attila slightly frowned. "Why is it...why do you want to fight?" Her voice didn't change, as if she wasn't tired at all by their continuous confrontation.

"I hope you can give me the answer to that question. How about you? Why do you fight?" Seth went for a thrust with his spear, aiming for her c.h.e.s.t.

The Scourge of God sidestepped, successfully dodging the attack. It didn't stop, though. The black flames coating the spear, which were powered by the wind, continued on their path, creating a line of scorched and ruined earth.

"Destruction...is the only thing I know." Saber pointed her sword at his head. From it shot a beam with the same colors as her blade that Seth dodged by arching his head back. The beam continued its trajectory, creating an explosion of considerable dimensions when it landed.

Her tone made it look as if she was telling someone her name, just a simple fact. However, he understood that there was more to it. He understood the hidden emptiness she felt behind those seemingly simple words.

How could he not? After all, he was the same as her, someone who was brought to this world to destroy. To make sure 'slaves' with enough power don't try to overthrow the Gods, and to work as the perfect weapon in case the time came for an all-out war against other Pantheons.

People like them didn't need beautiful words like, 'You can use your hands for something other than killing.' Or 'There is good in your heart, I assure you.' And even the funniest of them all, 'You are not a monster.'

They drown themselves in what they repudiate so much they end up liking it, or at least not bothered by it anymore. To get out of that cycle, you have to do it by yourself, without the help of someone else.

That's why

"Let's destroy to our heart's content, shall we?" He gave her a gentle smile he haven't done in ages. She responded with a small smile of her own. "Yes."

It was something so simple and, at the same time, so complicated. Even so, Seth finally remembered the thing that he lost way back before his death.

The joy of battling.