Chapter 6 - Chapter 6: Overseers and The Beginning of Rhapsodia Part One

Within Clockwork the Wizard Marshall sat in his favoured Satin leathered Chair with a flute of red wine from two thousand years ago chilled with the use of his prana something that was frowned upon in this version of reality among Magi but still he did not mind whatever the 'norm' was as he was the Goddamn Kaleidoscope! He can do as he pleased! If Barthollemoi managed catch wind of his presence in the Association but that was impossible as for one: He was A Dead Apostle Ancestor with TRUE Magic and two: He could poof out of there as soon as he felt his alarms, being the Boundary fields he placed were specifically made to detect the Queen of Clockwork's Prana and Od regardless how they'd attempt to mask it, go off and not a moment later.

"I'm just that good." He praised himself as he sipped from his chilled glass savouring the drink as much as Vampirically possible after all it was the blood of an assumed Demi-God or Incarnation of God or something he didn't care enough to ask nor look into the details. He leaned over to a Mystic Code he had Crafted with True Magic, something of a smaller scale of his Actual Kaleidoscope which allowed him to oversee the world he had made.

What a World it is. Wars, being that of Humans, had stopped roughly around the same year as when World war One was about to start and nothing of note happened. Of course, Zelretch being Zelretch removed some figures before that time to ensure that This Gaea was more... lenient with his Augmenting of the Grail and of course there can only be one Zelretch at a time so he talked to his 'twin' in this version of the world and switch places with him on his reality. Knowing himself he was bored of this World as he was present with no actual wars to quench the want or need of something to do, Immortality was not as Glorius as thought of as Boredom was your natural and timeless enemy, he'd jump at the opportunity to end the eternal suffering that is named Boredom.

"The Best part is the Other Self, cannot do much on my own Reality which is almost similar to a paradox or something but eh, I get front row seats. Especially with the History I mapped."

"Of course, The Old Man had rearranged my Garden and had the gall to drink as if it wasn't an Offense to the King," Gilgamesh made his presence known as he took up the free seat next to the Wizard Marshall with his own goblet and bottle of alcohol no doubt from the Age of Gods. "As cross I am with you Old Timer I find your... rearranging quite amusing if not palpable," He took a sip from his Golden Goblet with a saddened face." Although it is unfortunate that the Caretaker had long passed from this World... I would have loved to visit his World, his Memorial to the Heroic spirits completed. Even when I had the Chance to Chat with the One who Dreams of Heroes within the Throne he'd often make remarks that would make My Only Friend Laugh so Loud You'd think Heracles was Rampaging which irritates and amuses me at the same time."

Ah Yes, Emiya Shirou, the one whose Reality Marble was the Memorial of Heroes, Unlimited Blade Works, Apparently this Class Version of Gilgamesh had the Collective memories of his Other Classes which was a surprise to even the Kaleidoscope. The King of Heroes was Summoned as a Saber Class to this world's Emiya Shirou in one of the previous wars and what a War it was as they'd often fought amongst themselves especially when Shirou had 'Accidentally' traced the Treasures of the King within The Gate of Babylon it was inevitable as the Emiya of this world had The Pure eyes of Structural Grasping, thanks to his Accident before the war, who would have thunk that the One who Dreams of Heroes attempted to Save an Apostle with his own life blood for they were in need? To save such a Life he was Given some of their blood as thanks. Luckily Merem Solomon, the Head Honcho of the Holy Church gave the Boy the Shroud of Martin to help him adjust and to possibly purge the more impure parts of being an apostle.

But that was another story.

"Do you honestly believe the Boy to spare this... Accursed and tainted Child?" Gilgamesh asked as he knew of what the Wizard Marshall was attempting to do. "Though not as Distorted as My Caretaker, the Boy is no doubt somewhat delusional as all he can see is Work and nothing more nor less. He would No doubt attempt to slay Willow Windsor, therefore going off script for the Play you made."

"Hence I gave him a Little hint, a thought to think about," Zelretch grinned as he watched the King of Heroes, and Overseer of the war's Brow twitch in ridicule. "I know that Rodric is no doubt a Monster, by Human Standards but You of all people should know that Monsters can be more Humane than Humanity itself when given a reason to be."

Gilgamesh's Crimson eyes narrowed but not in an upset manner, no, it was more or less due to Nostalgia of his Only Friend, Enkidu, who was in all in sense and terms a monster until they fought and grew close. And the Fact that Rodric had spoken in such a way similar to His Only Friend when they had met made him... somewhat conflicted. On one hand he may turn out similar to The Caretaker that he'd be someone who'd become another hero not unlike His Only Friend who became someone of Legend but on the Other Hand... The Priest would become a threat to all of His Garden... especially with the Maddened Wizard Marshall's 'gift'. "What of your.. 'Gift' to the Child? The Artificially Made Mystic Level Eye of yours. Even Gaea would have choice words about it and that's excluding Alaya's influence in the world."

Zelretch simply grinned as he pointed to the Glass of True sight which the King followed.

[<18:00 Hours Three hours before the Meeting>]

Rodric was still dumbfounded by the words of the Kaleidoscope about a permanent Install with the Ainsworth's Class Cards. It had to be fake but what evidences does he have to disprove it? He had basically read all he could from the Holy Church's Expanded Library about them but none of them gave him the answers he needed. It was frustrating for the Italian as he was deadset on Killing the Girl since the Last one that held a Class card with somewhat the Same Bodily and Physical Attributes was a Julia Ainsworth who held the Counterfeit Archer Class Card of the King of Heroes who allowed the Spirit within to act in accordance to it's own whim but the chance that a Nine Year old was still inside trapped by a Spirit... From the information, if you call the cryptic choice of words information, given to him by the Old Man. It was no doubt a Spirit whose Voice or sounds that originate from it can either harm those who hear it or possibly put a curse on them.

"Rodric, are you decent?" Elizabeth called from outside of his designated quarters like she had always done ever since he had arrived into England's Branch of the Holy Church. "I, Need to speak with you about something..."

'Of all the Times Elizabeth, why now?' He thought to himself as he opened the door for her seeing her rather disheveled with blood shot eyes. 'Was... she crying?'

"Rodric... I know I have no control over you or your actions but I need you to understand," The Nun opened as she pleaded the Italian to listen to her plea. "Save the Girl, I think— No I know only you can save her from this," She grabbed Rodric's hands as she stared at his eyes. "She's only Nine-Years-Old, Still a child. No doubt she is being manipulated by whoever's been taking the children from the streets of London. I know of Your Dual Origin. If anything You are the best bet I have for you to save her."

Rodric mildly flinched at the mentioning of his , the thing that ended Multiple lives with ease. To Tether is to bound something in one place, with some freedom and To Collapse something is to Break something, but to a degree it could be salavageable. But to put both together there was little to no way of escaping the Maw of Death. For Elizabeth of all people to ask for him to use his it meant Zelretch was speaking truth about the Girl's situation. But what did not make sense was the desperation in her voice. "What is Your relationship to the Girl?"

"She's My Niece,"

Rodric... was having difficulties in processing the information.

Elizabeth sighed as she looked down. "She is my Niece from Mother's side. I've met her and cared for her most of her life, even for just two years I've grown... attached to her like—"

"A mother would for her child," Rodric finished for Elizabeth as she nodded. "I'll... see what I can do," The Brunette broke into tears as she embraced him.

Da thump Ba Bump

Rodric could feel her heartbeat, he could see the relief in her form, he can feel the moisture leak into his clothes, this stunned him as he slowly moved his arms, awkwardly returning the embrace. His eyes stung as moisture fell from them staining the dark silken clothes of the Nun.

Her warmth was on he would rather forget yet here he was reminiscing the times his mother was still present.

They had held the embrace for half an hour before the meeting much to the ire of The Italian but he could not bring himself to be angry with someone who asked for His help, someone who requested to save someone.

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The whole of London was given a Curfew to protect its denizens of the Kidnappings that happened more frequently at night than in day something that The Holy Church had managed to pull with the Help of Lorelei Barthollemoi, the Queen of Clockwork and her connections for a price of course. That price being a Piece of a Holy Artifact, that being a piece of the Cross that held the Son of God's Body in their Crufixion.

Not too pricey when they had the literal spear that had 'slain' the Son but that was another story in itself. The Holy Church had onoy finished placing Boundary Fields around every home in the nick of time as a feminine voice echoed around all of London.

They were Singing.

There were no words but they were in fact singing.

A voice so full, so Calming, so Serene, so–

The train of thought of many of the members of the church went blank and many had fallen in deep slumber. All but a Handful that were composed of two Exorcists, Father Charles, Sister Elizabeth and Rodric who had the whim to bring reinforced and Ether resistant Earplugs.

The next song that permeated the Area was that of Han Dure the Sailor.

"We need to move. Come on!" One of the exorcists mentioned as she gestured to the handful of people that were conscious as she led them to the source of the Prana that shrouded the city of London. It helped when she had the Nose to the equivalent of a Magical Hound, Sierra Ortensine, The woman whose Hair mirror the dark night with eyes that burn of a red flame and skin of porcelain she was roughly a head and a half shorter than Rodric yet twice as fast as a reinforced Legged one.

"Ya no Sierra Sum of Us aren Moonblooded! So Slo daun else ah Throw a Black key on ya ands Agin!" Another of the Exorcists, Judah MacRendy, spoke irritably flourishing the black keys in a manner that made the Magic Blood Hound Lass shiver. The man was Burly and red haired Irish descent whose specialty was with phantasmal beasts and Vampires and whose Reinforcement magecraft almost matched the Second Magus Killer, Emiya Shirou and the Current Magi Killers Gudako and Ritsuka Emiya.

The Pair were members of the Burial Agency, the elite of the elite among those in the Holy Church, Luckily Merem Solomon had them deployed upon hearing the Chance of something worthwhile since the Age of the Second Magus Killer.

When they arrived at the supposed source Sierra put up a shroud of Martin upon her face.

"Ugh, it stinks of fish. Definitely the Target." Sierra grunted as she gagged at the smell of the prana in the air. Even Rodric nodded as his sense way of feeling prana around them was something akin to rotting fish... though it is somewhat unsettling that the of the Target had THAT much effect in the area. "Can we Go Now Judah? We did what we were sent here for so—"

"No, dat is definit'ly a no. Ya kno how Naberic reacs wen we com bak wit no'tin but words an dat's not includin Lord Merem, As Much as a Kid da cun't is he is a Dead Apostle Ancestor. E'll jus sic one of es Familiars if we dun gib him a tale." Judah shivered from the memory of the last poor saps that failed either or both. "Stupid Second Magus Killer, E had to exist an ave Tales beyond what us Comonfolk can conjure an experience! if enytin, shud we proceed, an dat's a fucking yes regard'less, E'll be excempted from otha missions until sumthin of dis grandeur is present. And Lets be Ril, if we do dis an say we'll we set for years!"

Rodric was lost in their conversation and turned to Father Charles. It was not lost to the Italian that Dead Apostle Ancestors were Dangerous and were immortal until killed in some form of manner, yet both the Magus association and The Holy Church had no such way in killing ALL of them considering their Superiors were indeed Dead apostle Ancestors. All He got from the Elderly priest was a shrug to which he inquired.

"If You excuse my Intrusion but how do we exactly get into the actual source of the prana?"

The Two Exorcists looked at Rodric as if he had grown a second head.

"Good Question." Sierra replied nonchalantly with Judah nodding.

"Why can't things be simple?" Rodric sighed as he gathered Prana upon his hands focusing on the Part of his Dual Origin then touching the River Thames causing a Crack in the body of water revealing a staircased chasm. "... An illusionary Boundary field... This'll be troublesome."

"sorry..." Elizabeth muttered as she moved towards Rodric with an Apologetic smile. Rodric nodded and jumped into the chasm ignoring the Staircase.

"HEY! THAT'S MY SHTICK!" Sierra Angrily Yelled as she tailed Rodric jumping right after him. "Come back Here COUNTERFEITER!"

So it begins.