"For the Overseer to be a Master himself...this must be a sneaky move from the Holy Church, but..." Rin muttered under her breath, "...His Servant is another Archer, how, how is that even possible?" She asked out loud.
"Rin, you and Shirou should take cover," Archer said as he materialised out of his spirit form and drew a pair of blades, standing in a protective stance between the two Masters.
No need for those words, Rin Tohsaka was already booking it as her delicate hands took hold of Shirou's shirt, grabbing his arm in a pulling motion.
Shirou took a glance at his Servant and the enemy Archer as his gaze searched for the hollow Priest.
But the slippery guy was nowhere to be found...
He made brief eye contact with the enemy Archer's red eyes and shuddered.
It was different from when he looked at Abel, the Saber's eyes felt like the piercing gaze of an inhuman predator, a Monster or Boogeyman of some kind.
But when he looked at the gold-wearing man's eyes, he felt...
Complete suppression, as if he was looking at a divine monarch.
A Demigod is a bit different from a Monster, yet to a regular human, the emotion brought on was relatively the same.
Fear.
The fear of a predator, and the fear of a superior.
Who would you rather face in a battle, Cerberus or Jesus?
Regardless of what you choose, there will inevitably be overwhelming fear in your heart.
Cerberus would eat you alive, but what on earth would the Son of God do to you?
It would be great if it was actually just Jesus, he'd spare you, but a divine warrior from an age of strife?
Heracles would tear you a new asshole, Arjuna would pierce your guts with 200 arrows, and only God can predict the bullshit that the others would inflict on your mortal body.
So it was completely natural to be fearful.
"Is that mongrel your Summoner? He looks like nothing special." Gilgamesh mused as he gazed at the fleeing Shirou, who was not hurriedly following Rin's trail.
"He is nothing special." Abel quickly commented with no change in his expression.
"...And the Faker?" Gilgamesh asked, his divine gaze falling over the Archer.
"He looks a bit like your Summoner, is he an ancestor?." The King of Heroes sneered as he regarded the Archer in red.
The Servant in question tightened his hold over his blades as he felt sweat building up on his back.
Shirou and Rin are still too close, there was a chance that they actually heard that. Archer hoped they didn't as he looked back on the scurrying Rin.
EMIYA knew that Gilgamesh was always just one step away from discovering his true identity, it was always like this in every god-damned timeline.
This 3/4th God was just too perceptive!
"I think he's Actually Satan," Abel commented with a smirk as he pointed one of his blades in Archer's direction.
"I mean, come one. He's not even trying to hide it! Red clothes, white hair, nasty personality..." Saber said with a sneer, "This is surely the man that whispered his schemes into my mother's ears."
What.
What the hell?
Why did this guy suddenly think he was the Devil?
EMIYA looked down on his arms, it can't be...
He doesn't actually look like Lucifer, right?
But this guy, Rin told him it was actually Abel, the first murder victim in humanity's history.
Such a biblical guy must have at least once seen the Devil, right?
Could it be...?
"I don't know what type of ancient weed you're on, but I'm not Satan."
"Of course, you're not Satan. You're Lucifer, right?" Abel said, tilting his head to the side with a grin.
"What..." Archer looked like he wanted to bash his head against the nearby concrete walls.
It was really fun fucking with people like this, likewise, Gilgamesh shared the same hobby.
"No, no. I see it." The King of Heroes said, glancing at the Archer with an incredulous gaze.
"He does indeed look a lot like that Beast." He said with the excited look of someone who found the dung pile of an extinct exotic species of mole rat.
"I'm not Lucifer, damn it!" Archer said with an annoyed expression.
"You're not Lucifer? So you are Actually Satan then!" Abel gasped with an accusatory glare as he started acting like a Salem With Trial persecutor.
"No, I'm not Satan, and I'm not Lucifer! How can you people not understand this!?" Archer seemed ready to almost give up.
Arguing with these two thick-headed Servants, wasn't it a useless endeavour?
"So you're not Satan, and you're not Lucifer, then are you actually Shirou Emiya from an alternate future?" Abel asked with a casual tone.
"Yes, yes! That's it, I'm not Satan or whatever, I'm Shirou Emi..." Wait...
The Archer looked up, only to be met with a pair of demonic grins.
Shit.
Archer looked back, searching for Rin...
She heard, her expression showed it.
...Shit.
And his past self?
He looked gobsmacked and confused.
Shiiiiit!!!
"Looks like a dog got your tongue, Faker," Gilgamesh smirked as he proceeded to clap a few times, nodding at this grand performance.
Abel just laughed.
"...But for a mediocre Magus to grow into something like that..." Gilgamesh paused as he glanced at Archer then looked at Abel, "Habil, is your Summoner truly ordinary?" He asked with a peculiar expression.
"So far, at least. But he seems to possess a high-calibre artefact sealed inside his body. I can sense that his potential healing factor is even higher than a Phantasmal Beast from the Age of Gods, no way that's natural." Abel appraised nonchalantly, noting that Shirou and his girlfriend or whatever were far enough not to hear his remark.
The pair was to busy arguing amongst each other anyway, their minds still processing that Rin's Servant was actually a version of future Shirou.
Damn, Shirou grew a lot! What a growth spurt...getting an increase of 20 cm is not an everyday thing, you know?
But Archer heard, of course, he already knew, so there was no surprise there.
"That seems rather special," Gilgamesh commented plainly.
"Weird of you to admit that," Abel said, drawing closer with casual steps.
"Well, to summon someone like you, could it really be a worthless mutt...?" The King of Heroes said with a smirk as a giant Gate of Babylon manifested behind him.
It didn't take a second before the soaring throne of Vimana was revealed to the world.
Abel paused as his opponent turned back and casually jumped up to the starship made of gold and emerald.
With a relaxed pace, Gilgamesh sat on his ass, the soaring throne releasing a low rumble of energy as it lifted itself off the ground and started to levitate, barely fitting inside the building as its edges scraped against the Fuyuki Church's walls.
"Hey, piss off! Mutts are far from worthless." Abel shouted as he grabbed the edge of Vimana and jumped on top, standing at the edge with both of his black sabres drawn.
"Sorry, I forgot you were a dog."
"..."
"Pft...HAHAAHAHA—"
-KABAAAM
A thundering explosion disturbed the once peaceful night as the roof of Fuyuki Church was thoroughly demolished, the Soaring Throne of Vimana crashing through the brick and concrete as if they were mere pieces of lego.
Saber grinned wildly as he adjusted his stance on the upward-facing Vimana rocketing through the night sky, somehow staying completely balanced on the vertical surface.
He felt the roar of wind brushing against his tanned skin, the cold embrace of the earth's blue sky being pierced by the Vimana's pointed tip, its aerodynamic body flying through the air like a sleek fish swimming in the deep ocean.
He glanced up, enjoying the full moon hanging proudly in the sky like a silvery pearl.
Abel's eyes shined sky silver as he stared at the moon.
It seems to stare back...
He smirked, before looking down at his adversary.
Gilgamesh, son of Lugalbanda proudly sat on the throne with a cold gaze and a straight back, his crimson red eyes being proof of the Divinity flowing through his veins.
He possessed Sumerian facial features, but his skin tone was fair like a European and his hair was as bright blond as the very sun
A lean yet muscled body, with a visibly low percentage of body fat and high muscle density.
Perfectly proportioned, with wide shoulders and a proud stance.
He was handsome, overwhelming so, inhumanly so.
He was a true Demigod, a superhuman amongst superhumans!
But that was to be expected, for Gilgamesh was more Divine than he was Mortal.
His father was already a half-Divine Demigod, while his mother?
A true Goddess!
Thus he was only 1/4th human, and actually 3/4th God.
Were it not for his stronger attachments towards Humanity rather than the Gods of Heaven, perhaps Gilgamesh would have been a Divine Spirit instead of a Heroic one.
Nevertheless, he was still one of the most powerful Heroic Spirits of all time, being an EX rank Servant and all.
There was also the fact that this mongrel Demigod seem to really like hairspray, damn guy always has his hair slicked up when looking down at his foes.
Unfortunately for our little Gilgamesh, he was not messing around with a mere foe...
But a rival that possesses physical strength surpassing even his own Divine body!
Abel showed a manic grin as his form blitzed through Vimana's vertical-facing surface, pushing against the surrounding air as he rushed to the King of Heroes.
The marked man's silver eyes snapped all over the place as dozens upon dozens of golden gates manifested behind the King.
His Mystic Eyes pried into their secrets, unravelling and analyzing the mystery and base parameters of each and every glowing trinket launched his way.
It was easy dodging and countering them with his sabres, knocking them overboard. The complete set of information uploaded straight into his cranium was what made it easy.
It would be hard to perform for a crowd when you didn't know how to dance, but it would be a damn piece of cake if you had a cheat that instantly allowed you to learn how to.
And dance he did, the blades in his hands swinging through the air as his dancing form effortlessly dodged the barrage of Noble Phantasms and rapidly approached the sitting King.
-CLANG
The collision of Noble Phantasms was inevitable as the King of Heroes rapidly got up from his golden throne and blocked a descending black sabre with his mighty spear.
It was called a spear, but really, it looked more like an arrow, a giant metallic arrow that was large enough to be wielded as a spear.
The arrow had a serpentine design to it, with the arrow tip emerging out of the snake's fanged maw.
Abel's eyes glowed silver as he gazed at the spear, pushing against it with one of his sabres.
[Anteres Arrow [A], an [Anti-Unit] Noble Phantasm made out of [Divine] space materials that were designed for long-range combat and sure-hit fatalities. It is the same kind of arrow wielded by the [Centaur Sage of Greece], but now, this ranged weapon has been repurposed by the [King of Heroes] for melee combat, just because he can.]
"Chiron's Arrow, huh? No matter!" His Strength parameter was most powerful in the Saber (and Avenger) Class, even against a Demigod, he was physically stronger!
[A+++] Rank Strength for the win, baby!
"Grah!" He howled as he placed all his strength on one arm, pushing the sabre down against the arrow as it was shoved down.
Taking this opportunity, Abel immediately moved in with his other sabre and struck clean!
-Slash-Shing
Gilgamesh's left cheek was torn open, the blade cutting through his skin as if he were silk.
But his expression did not waiver as in the next second...
-Shing-Shing-Shing!
Three copycat Antares Arrows were plunged deep into the marked man's back as they emerged out of their golden gates, an explosion of blood following suit.
Yet Abel merely smirked at this move, as if not even feeling any sort of pain.
He slashed again, tearing open a portion of Gilgamesh's neck as blood flowed out from both the wound and his mouth.
The King of Heroes spat blood as more Antares Arrows plunged into the Saber's body from multiple sides.
"Geez, how many of these do you have?" Abel complained as he discarded his sabres, the blades immediately vanishing into shadow as they left his hand.
"A lot." The King briefly said as he stepped to the side, barely dodging a lightning-faced fist.
-Jizz!
However, what the King failed to anticipate was Abel utilizing the same strategy he had just used.
Gilgamesh looked down with a shocked expression as he grasped the halberd that has just pierced through his armour, the blood gushing out from the hole.
He had side-stepped into the wrong side as he had actually gotten closer to the marked man's cape.
Close enough for him to will a weapon to come out and stab the King in his abdomen.
"Tch, still as sneaky as ever—" Gilgamesh couldn't finish his words as a haymaker was sent straight to his jaw, instantly disfiguring the Demigod's royal face as a cracking noise resounded.
The King faced to the side as blood and teeth were puked out to the wings of Vimana.
"You didn't have to—" The King widened his crimson eyes as a spiked hammer descended upon his form.
-CLANG!
But it was stopped as a golden gate appeared between the two of them.
A huge shield came out of the gate, one that was instantly recognizable to the Saber.
"Galahad's shield!" He shouted with a smirk.
"I want to break it!" He said excitedly, but stopped after making a realization, "Wait, stupid-ass. I left my Dragon in the..." Abel paused as he looked forward.
Gilgamesh just jumped off the Vimana.
"Huh?" Confused, he looked down over the edge.
"Oh." Under the Soaring Throne was what can only be described as a giant Gate of Babylon stretching the entire hillside.
And surrounding that central gate, were hundreds upon hundreds of smaller Gates...
'So that's why the King didn't retaliate when you pummeled his face...' A voice said inside the Saber's mind.
'Hm, I think you should have just snapped his neck.' The voice nagged.
The Saber paused for a long moment before shrugging.
"Nah, that's boring." He responded, looking into his shadow.
"You can still move around, I'm chained up in there. A good fight is one I will thoroughly enjoy, especially after such a long time..." He muttered, then his mouth made a grin.
"Isn't that what it means to be a human?" He said, then he followed Gilgamesh's lead, jumping off of the spaceship-cum-throne.
'Human? Oh, you are terribly inhuman...' Was what the voice responded with as it quickly returned to silence.