A Not So Evil God In Fate/Grand Order

"Let's change our battlefield." With the same smile still present on his face, he snapped his fingers. A Magic Circle appeared beneath their feet, teleporting them away from their place.

Their new location was the Leyline the Chaldeans visited to get supplies and where Seth prepared some countermeasures in the case he faced against a strong enough opponent, Mt. Etna.

"I hope you don't mind the new scenery. I brought us closer to Rome; I'm sure you will be able to see it from here." Seth said to Attila, and indeed, to their side, there was a tiny dot in the distance that she identified as Rome.

"...Why?" She didn't understand. Wasn't he supposed to get in her way to protect Rome? Why would he take her near it?

"Heh. Think of it as just a gift from my part; don't trouble yourself with it." He didn't mention it was a double-edged gift, though. Generosity didn't run in his veins, after all.

"I see..." That was the only answer she could give in response to his actions. She didn't know what else to say. "Even so, if you are still an enemy, I won't hold back." At least now, her tone didn't have that coldness when speaking to someone that was in her way.

"I wouldn't want any less." Seth decided to take a different approach this time, using his spear with two hands instead of one. "Be careful." With a warning, he vanished from his position.

Saber's eyes widened. By instincts more than anything, she blocked a thrust that came from behind her. Quickly turning around, she blocked another.

Not wanting to be outdone, she counterattacked by hitting the side of the spear and deviating it from her, she then transformed it into a whip that attached itself around his neck.

Seth simply changed the position of his hands and making use of the momentum of the spear he brought the tip backward.

Without delay, he assaulted her multiple times with the butt-end of his weapon. Saber managed to dodge some of them but was eventually hit in the c.h.e.s.t and thrown back.

He had her sword attached to his neck, so he got pulled by it. Fortunately, the white-haired girl transformed her weapon back into its original form unconsciously, freeing him.

Taking advantage of this, he made a series of striking combinations. Saber bounced like a ball, only to be struck down again by him like they were repeating a scene.

This situation continued until Attila pierced Seth's stomach in between one of his attacks. She didn't stop there, though. With her sword still inside him, she released a beam that exited from his back before kicking him into the air to gain some distance.

Saber got up while panting slightly. She didn't expect him to go crazy like that suddenly. It wasn't that he was more powerful; he was just...different. The pattern she got used to completely changed like she was fighting a different person.

Regaining his balance, Seth landed on the ground while holding his stomach, blood trickling down from his mouth. Looking at his wound, he noticed he was almost not regenerating at all.

He visibly frowned while cl.i.c.k.i.n.g his tongue inside his mind. 'Tch. You dumb s.l.u.t, can't you choose another time to stop working?'

He sighed profusely, although he ended up coughing in the process. This moment was a joyous one. There was no need to get upset because of a damn harlot.

Getting up, he locked eyes with Attila. "You sure are a formidable opponent, Scourge of God." It made him remember again the time where Thor and him (F.u.c.k Zeus) fought against Sefar.

'I wonder how you are doing, stupid drunkard.' Those were the good times, but they were long past, nevertheless. Now, each one had their own lives.

"You too...my sword can't destroy you." It was hard to express it, something she found uncomfortable. She didn't 'feel' while she was alive; that's the reason she couldn't put it into words.

Any random person would describe what she was feeling as relief. Relief that the hands that only knew destruction found something they couldn't destroy.

With a short laugh that only worked to aggravate his injuries, he replied. "It's not completely true; look at me. The only difference is that I'm still alive after your first swing."

"That is fine." Leaving behind words that were simple but contained a myriad of meanings, she quickly moved toward him, intending to finish him off.

Seth also did the same, although now he returned to wielding his spear with one hand as his wound would get in the way, otherwise.

Their battle was 'calmer' than before. They didn't have much energy to spend, so they fought in a relatively relaxed manner. Of course, that didn't mean their attacks didn't aim to take each other's life.

Although now calmer, the destructiveness was still there. The ghosts around the area were decimated just by their weapons impacting. Nothing was safe from their fight.

Little by little, Attila was pushing Seth back toward the top of the mountain—or that's what he made her think. In reality, he was luring her to the trap he had set up before.

Thrust after thrust, swing after swing. The two kept attacking relentlessly in the hope of overpowering their foe. Wounds across their bodies were becoming a common occurrence by now.

Clashing weapons, he proceeded to breathe fire onto her face. Saber quickly used her arm to protect herself but was kicked in the stomach. He had to make it look like he was trying, after all.

Attila immediately recovered, and with some difficulty, jumped before descending like a meteor with her sword pointing downward.

Instead of dodging, Seth arched his body and let her pierce him. Saber didn't feel any resistance when she stabbed him, which she found weird.

It wasn't until she realized the place where she pierced him was the hole she made with her sword previously that her expression changed.

Seth was lying on the ground with her weapon still stuck inside him. When she tried to pull it back, he kicked legs, making her fall on top of him.

The black-haired man promptly put his arm around her back to prevent her from escaping. Saber frowned at his actions. "What are you doing?" Her tone of voice indicated that she felt something was wrong.

Seth opened his mouth, but not to answer her question. "Did you know? There exists a particular legend about a monster that was so terrific even the Gods were afraid of him and hid whenever he was near."

His words seemed to resonate with the earth as it started shaking all of a sudden. Attila tried to free herself, but he wouldn't let go. With no option left, she opened the pincers in the handle and began to rotate her sword like a drill inside him.

Thanks to this, more blood came out of his mouth. However, seemingly unaffected, he continued. "Only after they were brave enough to face it and thanks to the wisdom of a particular Goddess did they win and cast him into a fiery pit, with an entire mountain on top of it to prevent his escape."

The earth cracked, and lava began flowing from it. "The name of that mountain is Mount Etna. The very place we are in right now."

Looking directly into her widened eyes, he said only one word. "Boom."

Using Typhon's power as a catalyst, he made the whole mountain explode with an incredible force that was felt even from the Roman Empire's capital.

A mushroom cloud that extended past the clouds accompanied by ash-filled winds was the result of that explosion. The aftermath extended from the center until dozens of kilometers away.

It only stopped when a terrifying roar that seemed to come from the underworld itself shook the world with its sound.

As if there was a dark hole in the center of the explosion, everything was suctioned by it. Everything returned to normal like nothing had happened in the first place.

Needlessly to say, the deep crater of considerable dimensions, plus the results of the aftershock, remained.

Inside the hole of unknown depth, two figures were on the ground, totally unmoving relatively close to each other. One had an arm missing and lava covering their body, and the other had wounds all over where you could even see the bones.

As if in sync, both figures twitched slightly. After a few seconds, they tried to get up, which was proving to be complicated. They successfully did it after a while, though.

"You are...crazy." Saber barely managed to squeeze those words. No matter how she looked at it, only someone insane would do something like that.

"I have been told that before." After inspecting his missing arm, he turned his attention to Attila. Her wounds looked pretty nasty, but she survived the worst part of the explosion by using him as a shield. She was still gripping her sword like she wouldn't let go of it no matter what.

She looked at him before looking at the sky in the direction of Rome with reluctance on her face. Releasing a sigh, she spoke to him. "I do not have much time. This attack will be the last."

She was using the Sword of Mars just to stand straight barely. It was reasonable that she couldn't stay in this world for longer, even with the help of the Holy Grail.

"I understand. Then, tell me your name one last time. Consider it a request of mine." The lava that was dripping from his body began to assemble on his hair and face.

"My name is Atti—no, Altera. strange warrior, what is yours?" She grabbed the handle of her sword with both hands and pointed it forward. She had to make a great effort not to collapse.

'Strange, huh? Perhaps that's what I am.' He chuckled amusedly inside his mind. "My name is Seth, the wicked God who killed his brother and terrorized Egypt." His words surprised Altera. She didn't expect to have been facing such a character all this time.

"However, you made me remember something important. So...thank you. I will end this not as a murderer, but as a hero. That will be my repayment." Lava emerged like a geyser from beneath his feet, covering his figure. When it receded, Seth's appearance changed.

He returned to his original attire, just a pair of black pants covered by an equally black tunic that went from his waist to his ankles and opened in the front.

His skin became tanned. Now, he indeed resembled someone from Egypt. The black markings under his eyes, on his waist, arms, and legs retracted until eventually, they disappeared.

Another thing that changed was his hair. Now, instead of the usual black, it was a fiery red that seemed to be on fire. His eyes, while red after stopping using his Divinity, now shined with a glow that didn't suit his usual self.

The last change was on the left side of his face. Similar to cracks on a broken vase, he had lines that glowed with an everchanging yellow and red color, making it seem like he had lava inside him.

Looking at Saber, whose Magical Energy was on the rising to use her Noble Phantasm, he spoke. "I'm the Red Beast, the one who slew the Great Serpent." He closed his eyes as a light smile formed on his face before opening them again. "Prepare yourself, Altera."

The white-haired girl nodded. Her sword began rotating and attracting energy from all around her. It formed some sort of drill that covered her weapon like an armor.

For his part, Seth gripped his spear in his remaining hand. The tip was generating flames that moved backward like a stream. However, these flames weren't the usual black, but a vivid orange instead.

'Fifth Cycle: That which cleanses all evil.'

'I will destroy your civilization.'

After a last look at each other, they both charged ahead, their speed many times greater than before. Spear and sword pointing forward, they said their final words.

"Burning World!"『Photon Ray!』

Everything went white afterward.