In a Church, a woman wearing dark armor is standing in front of a summoning circle as she is saying the words of enchantment.
"Heer my words.
My will creates your body, and your sword creates my destiny. If you heed the Grails call and obey my will and reason, then answer me.
I hereby swear. That I shall defeat all evil in the world.
But let thy eyes he clouded with the fog of turmoil and chaos. Thou art trapped in a cage of madness, and I the summoner who holds thy chains—
Seventh Heaven clad in the great words of power!
Come forth from the circle of binding, gaurdian of the scales—!" The woman chanted as the circle glowed with power.
The man beside her watched her in awe as the circle worked and Servants appeared from the circle.
"Thank you for coming, my fellow Servants. I am your Master. You know why you were summoned yes? Destruction and slaughter, those are your orders. If a city is reveling in spring, destroy it. If a town is celebrating spring, devastate it. Now matter how evil or cruel, God will forgive your every transgression. Should HE mete out punishment, that is fine in its own way. For this is no more than a means of proving God's existence and HIS love." The woman said with an evil smirk as she looked at them.
The Servants were being affected by the way she had summoned them as they were getting the Berserker state on them.
"Now then Gilles. Please bring him here." The woman said as she turned to Gilles.
"As you wish." Gilles said with a nod.
"I trust you have not harmed him Gilles?" The woman asked him with a neutral tone.
"Of course not. Have you considered what you wish done with him?" Gilles asked her curiously despite his madness.
The woman was silent as she fixed him with a stare.
"Oh my, do you require suggestions from me?" Gilles asked with a smile.
"Oh, you have noticed my distress in your infinite concern for me? Don't be absurd. If you continue this foolishness, I will kill you, Gilles." The woman said in anger at him.
"When you are eating your meal, do you think about how you use your fork? This is the same. What I do with him is a matter so trivial that it does not merit any thought." The woman said to him with a glare.
Gilles nodded to her before he went to get the person they were talking about as he brought him in front of the woman.
"Wh-What is going on? Where am I? Who are you people?" A priest asked as he looked around in worry.
But none of them answered which caused him to look around for answers.
"Answer me! Are you deaf! You there—eep!" The priest shouted before he got scared at seeing the woman.
"Oh, Pierre! Bishop Pierre Cauchon! How I have missed you! A day has not gone by when your face has not crossed the mind of Jeanne d'Arc!" The woman said with a delighted expression.
"It can't be! It can't be, it can't be, it can't be, if can't be!" Pierre said as he started to panic at seeing her.
He started to shake all over as he looked at her terrified.
"Y-Y-Y-You're— Jeanne d'Arc! Impossible! This can't be possible! I thought you died three days ago! I thought I killed you! I thought—" Pierre cried out as he felt fear at seeing her.
""That you shall be in Hell?" Perhaps I am. Your Grace." Jeanne said to him with false politeness.
"This is a dream. A nightmare. What else could it be bit a nightmare!" Pierre cried out in fear of the reality in front of him.
"Oh dear, he's started to flee from reality. This won't do at all. We must snap him out of this." Gilles said as he slapped him across the cheek.
The priest cried out in fear at both his situation and from being hit like that.
"What will you do, your Grace? Jeanne d'Arc, whom you accused of heresy, stands before you. Should you not grip your crucifix and offer up a prayer to God? Should you not mock me? Scorn me? Abuse me? Trample me? And tell everyone the wicked Jeanne d'Arc is here! Should you not roar like the brave lion you are?! Go on! Do it! Do it!" Jeanne shouted at the man with glee.
"Spa—" Pierre started in fear.
"Spa?" Jeanne parrots as she looks at him.
"S-Spare me! Please spare me! I'll do anything! Spare me, I beg of you!" Pierre cried out in fear with tears in his eyes.
"Hahahaha! Did you hear that, Gilles? "Spare me. Spare me." he says! This bishop who tied me up, mocked me, and burned me alive! As if that were nothing! The bishop who told me with kind eyes, that I was going to be killed. Is now begging for his life!" Jeanne said as she looked at the caster.
She couldn't help but be amused by the audacity shown by the bishop in front of her as he found the display pitiful and loathsome.
"Oh— the sadness is making me want to cry! After all, that won't save anything. Your paper-thin faith won't reach the Heavenly Father. Belief that is light as a feather won't blossom anywhere. Someone who has forsaken God, and clings to his life by begging a witch, is unfit to be called a believer. Do you understand, Your Grace. You just gave testimony that you are now one of the heretics." Jeanna said with a cruel smirk.
Pierre shivered as he stood there in front of her as he had an inkling as to what she is insinuating.
"That is why I'm so sad. I think I might laugh until madness consumes me. Now, think back, Your Grace. You know what sentence awaits heretics, don't you?" Jeanne said as she gave the man a kind smile.
Pierre was silent as he heard that as his fear increased further as he heard her.
"N-No. No..no. Spare me. Please... spare me!" Pierre cried out in fear as he understood what she said.
After all, was it not the same punishment that he had given her, the same punishment in which the saint Jeanne d'Arc had lost her life, and the same fate that he had dealt for many of those whom he had deemed as heretics.
"I'm so sorry, I'm afraid I ran out of salvation today! Indulgences are not for sale in this era. Now— Shall we start at your feet. If I was burned alive by Holy flame... Then your body shall be scorched by the flames of Hell!" Jeanne shouted as she created flames in her hands and used it on the priest.
Pierre cried out as his entire body was engulfed by the Demonic flames of the fallen saint as his screams of pain was heard all over as his entire body was burned to ashes as he suffered from being burned alive as he cried and screamed in pain from it all, while Jeanne watched it all happen with glee.
Soon the only thing left of the priest were ashes as the smell of burned flesh and the sound of the last fire was heard as she looked at it coldly.
"Not even the ashes remain, I see. I apologise for taking up your time, Gilles." Jeanne said as he looked at her aide.
"What do you mean? That was a meaningful punishment. Now what should we do with the other clergy?" Gilles asked her as he looked at her.
"Good question. It's too much to question them all. Just feed the clergy to them." Jeanne said dismissively.
Gilles nodded with a smile as he felt happy at how Jeanne was working.
"Rejoice, my ignoble servants. The surviving clergy are yours. I, your Master, Jeanne d'Arc shall forgive you all. Devour their souls. Feast on their flesh. Savour their blood. After all, our manifestation is no different than the devil, Dracul. I have but one order. Wipe out this country, this mistake that is France." Jeanne said as she looked at them all seriously.
Gilles couldn't help but smile as he heard her, as he felt great at hearing her wanting to get revenge against the country.
"Overrun it, trample it, reap it. Let us begin with our dear Orleans. We shall return it's fruitful land to a bare wasteland. Age, gender and religious beliefs are of no importance. Make sure you kill them equally. That is the only order I give you as your Master. To that end, I give you all the attribute of Berserker. You may be a saint, or a hero, but you shall dance with your broken soul." Jeanne said as she announced her descision.
And her words did run true as hints of madness appeared in the eyes of the summoned Servants as she looked at them.
"Berserk Saber. Berserk Archer. Berserk Lancer. Berserk Rider. Berserk Caster. Berserk Assassin. And him, whom I summoned instead of Berserker, and myself. I shall pass down judgement as this world's Ruler. Humanity has no value, for it failed to prove its love for our Lord." Jeanne said as she became silent as she looked at them all.
She watched as her Servants were watching her as she couldn't help as the words spilled out of her mouth.
"They are guilty to a horrifying extent. Humanity is equally guilty, sinner and saint alike. So we shall kill them all. I will not tolerate even a single one escaping." Jeanne said with resolve as she looked at her Servants.
"Oh oh! Such resolve! Such truth without a singlest doubt! Such is the saint of salvation! The saint who believes in our Lord and saves the people! You have returned... My light has returned! You have truly been reborn, Jeanne!" Gilles said with happiness as he looked at her.
"Then I too, shall rise again as your general. First, we need a symbol... Our army must have a flag. Jeanne, what shall we use as our emblem? A demon perhaps? Or what about —" Gilles said as he thought about it.
"In that case, let's make it a dragon. Be it coincidence or providence, this summoning has brought many with close ties to dragons. In the name of dragons, the symbol of catastrophe, we will burn this world to the ground." Jeanne said with resolution as she looked at them.
But she then remembered another detail as she smirked and turned to look at the Servants under her control.
"Oh, I have one more order. Laugh. As if you are enjoying yourself from "the bottom of your heart." Jeanne said before she started to laugh.
He laughed hysterically for a few moments before she looked at Gilles with a bright smile on her face.
"Wonderful. This is wonderful, Gilles! I've never enjoyed myself this much in my entire life!" Jeanne said with a smile as she looked at him.
"Yes...Yes. I suppose it is. That is the way it should be. You were put on a pedestal, made a symbol, exploited, and cast aside by the people... That is why you are righteous. There is no one who could pass judgement over your heart of hearts!" Gilles said with glee as he looked at her.
Felix opened his eyes groggily before he blinked a few times and then his eyes widened as he sat up on his bed as he processed what he had just dreamed off.
'That was... It's time huh.' Felix thought to himself as he placed his right hand on his head.
"I hope I survive." Felix muttered to himself as he let out a sigh as he sat on his bed as he steeled himself for the next one.
'This is going to be, difficult.' Felix thought to himself as he looked at his weapon.
A/N: Seriously though, I had to take a screenshot of the dialogue and write each part of it to get it complete, it took longer than I thought, I know that there's a manga so I'm thinking about using it as a base to write this fic. Thanks for the support all of you. Life has been hectic for the lack of a better work, and I'm trying my best. I hope that all of you enjoyed this chapter and i wish you good luck on your gacha.