Fate/Inheritance

*Shing!*

Parrying another blow from Theresa (Sake)'s sword, the Dark Lord kept on taunting Sake with every clash. Grimacing in anger, Sake swiftly slashed an horizontal sweep forcing her enemy away.

"You toyed with his spirit and his corpse and now you dare use his voice to mock me bastard!" She angrily said, tightening her hold in her sword, she briefly flickered vanishing in Yamada's cloudy vision leaving a huge explosion and a crater in her wake.

*CLANG!*

"Oh I do dare, woman. It's truly ironic how you are striking the one child you had raised with love and care. Am I right?" The 'Dark Lord' gufawed while striking a riposte at Sake forcing her on retreat.

"Urggh, *spit* Shut up and die!" Grunting and spitting some blood, Sake ignored the wounds and injuries her body had and opened the cork of the gourd in her waist releasing a strange pink and purple-red mist mist that kept on entering her orfices and wounds, enhancing her attacking fervor and closing some wounds here and there that which have been slowly increasing and kept in attacking like a berserker.

"Hou, that gourd of yours is also interesting similar to mine... 'mother'~." The Dark Lord said eyeing the effects of the mist with an interested look. "Shall I use mine?" He said while subtly geasturing at the gourd at his waist while parrying another blow resulting in another crater in the ground.

"..." Silence was the reply given by Sake while her strikes kept in getting faster and more agressive while forcing their battlefield away from her comrades. The Dark Lord knew of this, yet he knew that this is merely 'futile' in his knowledge knowing that his victory is already certain of his victory, the powerhouses of the kingdom scattered and escorting some 'children' while the only once that can stop his charge till the capital is merely the royal family and a nearly killed old man who had a metal arm and the court magician.

"I shall take your silence as a yes then..." On cue, the gourd on his waist 'gushed' out black mist that had started 'coating' the body of the corpse he is currently 'possessing' alongside the blade he is weilding making the sinister aura around him increase like a dam that is broken.

With a beast-like cry, Sake rushed in wild abandon with the bloodl.u.s.t she is feeling slowly engulfing her concience.

....

*Bang*

*Clang*

*Crack*

The battle raged on and the exchange of blows had become more fiercer by the minute. Sake who had already abandoned her self in bloodl.u.s.t while the Dark Lord who is using a corpse of a fine warrior is being sustained by the strange black mist arround him the battle had turned into a battle of attrition. Yet, with the curses and vile magic the Dark Lord kept on sneakily throwing at Sake, the battle's winner had already and clearly been decided.

Yet, as if fate still gave the chance to the living. Sake who is already moving on sheer instinct suddenly swerved to the right, dodging the blade of her foe and in sheer tencacity and power, f.o.r.c.i.b.l.y grabbed the corrupted blade of the enemy with her leff hand and yanked it to her, carrying her foe in sheer momentum closer to her.

*Boom!!!*

Then a headbutt had been delivered point blank resulting in a massive shockwave making them the epicenter. Ignoring the blackened hand, she roared with a bestial cry and dropped the cursed blade on the ground while delivering a punch on her foe's c.h.e.s.t smoothly that literally propelled the enemy like a rocket making the Dark Lord's puppet 'fly' a hundred meters away landing and had dragged and rolled on the ground a few meters till the momentum vanished.

"Raaaaaarrgggh!!!!!" With a cry, Sake lunged or on this case propelled herself from the ground and in one jump literally closed the distance with her sword already ready poised in an overhead slash when...

"...Mother?" A tired and scared voice slowly entering her ears forcing the sword to stop, millimeters away from the undead's face. The snarling face and reddened eyes of Sake who had been engulfed by her bloodl.u.s.t suddenly shuddered and was replaced by a face with a struggling expression.

"...Mother? Do you really want to kill me?" The voice and tone of the undead clearly expressed concern and fear. Touching Sake's blade gently, the undead slowly and surely guided the blade to it's neck and gently said.

"I-if mother truly want to murder me... Thrust here... and..." "N-no my son!!! My little Red!!! Mama won't kill you!!!" Before finishing his words, Sake dropped her sword and grabbed hold her head and cried out hysterically with tears pouring out of her eyes, which had the signs of clarity struggling on comming out.

"Really?" The gentle voice of the undead said with hope while grabbing Sake's sword slowly by the hilt and aproached her who was stepping away.

"Arggghhh... Of c-course Mama won't hurt you Little Re-grrrr." She said struggling on returning her sanity.

"Then... die!!!" The undead said dropping the blade at Sake from above, intent on cleaving her in half. Sake, who just in time regained her clarity, widened her eyes at the incoming blade and closed her eyes in acceptance while a final tear drop of regret slowly flowed out of her eyes...

*BOOOM*

A massive rumble occured and shook the ground yet the eyes of the undead which had a glint of satisfaction and mockery was replaced with confusion and bewilderment. For he did not felt and the sensed the familiar stench of blood, flesh and broken bones. When the dust was cleared, aside from the broken ground there where no signs of Sake or a piece of her.

"Urgghh, *cough* *cough* You know sister-in-law~... you better don't die on us like that~ or Will will butcher me ya know *cough* *cough*" Yamada's voice was suddenly heard a few meters away from the aftermath and when the Dark Lord moved his gaze in the direction of the voice, he saw Yamada who's majority of his hair had already whitened and been busy coughing massive amounts of blood while carrying Sake on his arms.

"You... wait your using yo had already overdrafted your qi!!! Your going to die!" Sake said noticing his appearance and quickly pieced things together.

"Nahh... not my first time this happened don't worry." Yamada said while wiping the blood on on is lips. "And that goes for you mister. Ya don't play with a woman's heart like that especially ma bro William's." He said angrily while pointing his finger at the Dark Lord who had an impassive look.

"I was being generous, I was giving her the death she always wanted, am I right... 'mother'?" The Dark Lord said with an amused look. Sake merely gave him a glare and pushed Yamada (who merely shrug while puking blood) to stand up.

"Shut up bastard, as much as I agree to you as the growing guilt I have... I must still stand and trash you away from my son's body you twisted maniac!" She said and lifted her arms and formed a pair of fist clad in mana.

"Ahhh such tenaciousness befitting of an oni princess..." The Dark Lord said in europhia. "That's why I had commisioned those ants to get you and your family."

"What?!" Sake said incredulously.

"Oh yes, I had heard of one of the greatest hero from another world which had actually married a princess from some oni tribe from the East. I knew that the result of such pair will have such talent and potential and look what we have now? When I heard of the curse that befall the heroes I cannot stop myself and acted swiftly to obtain your little family." The Dark Lord said while looking amused using the visage of Sake's son. "Oh, you can thank me for erasing those ants, they had been pesky a few years ago so I eliminated them so you can stay calm because I had heard you had been looking for them."

"Then what of my husband..." Sake growled angrily, the rage on her heart kept on raging increasing by the second and only her willpower and instincts that was screaming of danger was stopping her from turning berserk again.

"Oh that man..." The Dark Lord shuddered in geniune fear and said. "Even on his death throes he still managed to kill a lot of my 'children'... I had casted a spell when he was dying to turn him into one of mine yet that strange curse he had suddenly consumed my spell and even managed to energize the man to escape. Pity, I had no chance in studying such complex magic. But still I was sure he would had died due to that vile curse."

"You..." *pat* "As much *cough* *cough* as I wanna bite him too, you better cool your head sister-in-law~. *cough* *cough*" Yamada suddenly interupted with a frivolous voice.

"Ahh yes... I forgot our 'little game' silly me~..." the Dark Lord said in mock humor. "Well you better hurry and 'try' to defeat me. The barrier on that town and that pyromancer woman wo-" "Hashire sori yo~ ♪" The Dark Lord who was busy talking about was suddenly interupted by a cute off-tuned female voice singing in an unknown language.

"Kaze no you ni~♪"

"..." The two locals and the others who had been observing through a spell away from the battlefield looked confused and dragged their gazes at where the voice is originating... Yamada's covered wrist.

"Tsukimihara wo~♪"

Yamada who's shoulders was already shaking from supressing his joy rolled his sleeves... exposing what seems to the local's knowledge, a watch. A highly advanced one.

"Padoru~♪ Padoru~♪"

Yamada who already knew what will be displayed, looked at the smartwatch he had and when he saw what was displayed he started laughing madly ignoring the blood he was coughing out.

The other's thought he had gone mad that even the Dark Lord who was observing through the eyes of Sake's son felt some small pity to the lad. Yet... Yamada stopped laughing at the third repeat of the song and with difficulty, he managed to calm down and said.

"*Cough* *Cough* Oi, you twisted maniac watching right now *cough* *cough* (God I loved that I set that song for the alarm, worth it how it ruined the atmosphere~)." Yamada said while trying to bottle what positive feelings he had and managed to say it with a serious look.

"...?" The undead's face merely had confusion written on it's face while being pointed. But Yamada knew because of the confusion, continued on talking.

"You love calling yourself some sort of parent or something like that. So a word of advice, back on my world I had overheard one priest who said; ' The worst enemy a parent in raising their child is the actions of the devil itself'?" Yamada said clearpy with an amused tone while the shadows around him was obviously moving in a specified purpose.

"What are you insuating... boy?" The Dark Lord's frown and annoyance apparent aside, a strange feeling of dread and uncertainity is welling up from the body he was possessing. Clearly what will happen next 'awakened' some rotting instinct from the body but he can't put heads or tails where it is comming from. The boy, infront of him is already weakened and dying and he knew even with his inexperience of warriors and spellcasters from the east that whatever thing the boy is planning to do will not hurt the boy he is controlling knowing how weakened the greenhorn Hero is.

"Just saying that... the 'Actual Devil' is going to beat the shit out of you in a few seconds~." Yamada laughed emphasizing two words while flashing at his enemy what was displayed on his smartwatch. Even if the joke's and sarcasm message can only be understood by himself and 'him'.

"What do yo-...!!!" The Dark Lord tried to put a reply when his eyes widened...

It was not the numbers he clearly saw that told what 'time' it is which if he remembered that dawn is comming...

Nor the victorius grin the pale-faced Yamada had while the shadows swallowed him and the confused Sake who is clearly out of the loop. But what is happening at the magic he used to destroy the barrier of the city itself.

He is a powerful mage without a doubt, and one of the few beings with divine parentage or guidance that is forefront at the art of studying souls. But in that one second he clearly felt what happened to the magic he used made him not react 'what' is comming that is too fast for him to may even react.

It tore... it ripped apart the souls he used to power the magic he used a few moments ago like paper. He merely had the chance to look up and saw what happened that made him freeze and further widened his eyes like an antelope being pointed by a hunter's gun.

But the gun had already fired.

It was also no bullet...

But an arrow... Packed with the biggest amount of magical energy he can sense that did not use any magic of divine, corrupt, of any nature orriented ways of the other demi-humans and the dragons use but simply pure magical energy in it's basic nature that made the arrow akin to a beautiful blue comet.

The Dark Lord merely had the time to muse those words while frozen in place till 'it' was merely a few meters away from his c.h.e.s.t.

Then ... In that split second before it contacted on the body he was controlling. The perception of time the Dark Lord had that had clearly been 'affecting' his real body that a last final musing passed in his psyche.

Why did he not move nor act? Was it from fear? The sheer beauty of the arrow? The potent magical energy comming from it? Or the soul of the original body he is controlling which he purposely left on its last embers acting up for a last rebellion? The powerful mage did not know for sure.

For the arrow finally hit it's target...

And there was a deafening silence...

Then...

*BOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMM!!!!!!*

Then the explosion arrived. One that on it's absurdity the once who saw the spectacle was further struck and frozen at what they saw and experienced that no comment was said when a mushroom-shaped explosion happened. Even the boy known as Yamada who had made two flashy acts at that night was further struck speechless even if he knew 'what' was comming courtecy of the last active incarnation he was using... which he had already dispelled.

Before the battle started the boy knew that his friend had without a doubt will do something outrageous even if he did not know what Heroic Spirit's abilities he would use and even believed that the Sword of Selection and the Red Barbed Spear can even finish the job. He also did not bother to learn all of the Heroic Spirits identity all the cards contain except the Assassin Class Card for obvious reasons due to the surprise he would surerly get at their debut.

Yet... when the information and memories of his incarnation flowed on his brain he thought that someone as outrageous as 'that' man is connected in one of that Cards(which without a doubt is the Archer Class Card) that he dismissed the idea knowing the troll knows the capability of said person even if his buddy is one of the most outrageous fanboy the guy had.

He even had the crazy idea once that the one inside the Archer Class Card is the Persian Hero Arash or worse... the Chaste Huntress Atalanta(which would be dangerous if the guy started hating males...in many ways... and 'ESPECIALLY' he is not 'chaste' anymore...) just to the old man of the jewels amus.e.m.e.nt.

Yet... he won't ever mistake that outfit nor familiar blue star of death his 'real' friend who fired that shot in this and future worlds they would go. Especially when said friend had just materialized a few meters infront of you in blue magical lights and mist to beheld the spectacle he did with a cold steely gaze.

Struggling to orient himself, Yamada let his 'sister-in law' rest her back on a small stool he pulled out from his item box and coughed some blood to get 'his' attention while barely managing to voice out what he would say while lacing it with a hint of amus.e.m.e.nt.

"Will... *cough* exorcise that twisted maniac out of your step-son will ya."

Even if Yamada can't hear properly due to the ringing of his ears, his friend and ally on this world had surely heard and turned his head at his back to meet his gaze.

He ignored the strange and unfamiliar atmospher William carried. For Yamada know's the attitude of the man his friend is emulating and he can't bother what is happening at his friend's psyche currently without burning his brains off and focused his gaze on him.

At that moment, a pair of focused golden amber eyes and tired black eyes met and conversed in silent and simple eye contact which both as a pair of brother in arms who both learned to cooperate and betrayed each other had mastered due to the special circ.u.mstances they had at the first world the Wizard Marshall threw them at.

Breaking eye contact, the young inheritor walked foreward to the still burning hellscape he made. Acompanying the sound of the flapping red shroud he wore the sound of his heavy boots and the beautiful symphony of metal ringing against metal, the now Faker trods at the burning hell to meet the possessed corpse of his first woman's son.

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What if...(3)

It's been a few years since William and Yamada had journeyed from travelling to different worlds, fixing problems and anomalies done by the Wizard Marshall. While time is strangely cooperative sometimes... the schedule in arriving at the elven territory had been way ahead of the schedule... for obvious reasons of course.

William had already mastered and inherited all of the seven standard Class Cards he had. And in those few years he had in 'studying' said powers and abilities he had... an amazing synergic combination had happened when two or three distinct Noble Phantasms of different Heroic Spirits sublimate in one huge surprise. Especially 'two' certain Heroic Spirits...

The Greek Hero Heracles...

At the top of the World Tree, Elven Capital.

[STELLLLLLLLAAAAAAAA!!!!!!]

And the Persian Hero Arash...

"...You know, it looks really disgusting and creepy no matter how I see this happen." Yamada said while watching the chunks of flesh and meat 'reverses' in time and pieced back together to the huge and buffed William who now sported a lead-like color of his skin and strange protrutions on his body.

[Shut up... I need to get some payback at that demon king for sending that supository demon! ... STEEEEEEELLLLLAAAAAAAAAA!!!] William angrily said activating the suicidal Noble Phantasm again... without him but his bow exploding exploding.

"Yeah~, yeah..." Yamada said with boredom while watching streaks and streaks of meteor like arrows repeatedly fly to the distant horizon and it's target... the Demon King's Castle.

[SSSTTTTEEEELLLLLAAAAA!!!]

P.S: No unknown organization,country, or famous and historical landmarks was destroyed or made into a target practice by a suicidal and pissed bowman(tactical warhead) on making this segment.

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Author's Note:

All I can say is... don't try to emulate the Tiger of Fuyuki's eating capacity... never. And lastly, I know you guys already know who is the Heroic Spirit Will is Installed right now... especially the edgyness lol.

To those who does not know at the two noble phantasms said at the What if... segement it is the continously active noble phantasm of Heracles or Hercules that gives him an additional eleven lives that can revive him symbolizing the 12 Labors he did and every time he dies... he gains resistance everytime on the the way he is killed and practical immunity at any attacks that is below A Rank and alongside the scary combination of Divinity... well only top class Heroic Spirits can beat the shit out of him.

And lastly, Stella: The Lone Meteor that is the Ultimate Shot the Persian Hero Arash did that literally made a national border between Persia and Turan that literally split the Earth. It is a Double Broken Noble Phantasm due to after the shot, it literally destroys the user and the Noble Phantasm due to the legend how Arash broke the human limits and died after firing said arrow.

It is classified as an A rank Anti-Army in FGO on its maximum rank that packs a punch of an Anti-Fortress Noble Phantasm and a range that is classfied as Anti-Country Noble Phantasm due to its range which if I remember was fired in canon that is 2500 kilometers. Truly the eptimome of the greatest tactical nuke that FGO offered, and it's environment friendly because no harmful radiation that will plague the area and make it unhabitable for 1 to 5 years(if my knowledge about nuclear fallouts is correct).

Lastly I adressed again that no Heracles as Berserker for you guys. Cause all seven heroic spirits on the standard class that I chose are already scary enough and you want the Berserker that have 12 lives, packed on magical steroids and have a tough skin that vibranium and adamantium will hide in embarassment? Cut some slack will ya~.

Also if you guys have any idea that I can put on the small segments I put at every chapter, do place your suggestions at the comment section and I'll wip it to shape for ya~. Just think of it as a minor apology for the delays.