Reaching Paris was something of an ordeal because fucking Jalter kept sending Dracul to bug us! Like send your fucking pet vampire else where, why is he only coming after us?!
"FUCK OFF YOU DAMN VAMPIRE WANNABE!"
I clapped thunderous solar fire at Vlad III burning the damn freak to a crisp before he stabbed me with his noble phantasma and healed right up. Even though I won't kill me, he certainly treats me like I was a walking blood factory to heal his injuries with a smile on his face. Growling I decided that I had enough of his bullshit, grabbing onto the vampire I refused to let him escape my hold. Even if he cut off my arms or hands, my blood which should've been drunk by him refused to do his bidding, and instead helped keep my body parts in my control.
This actually seemed to annoy him with how he was getting restless within my hold, likely coming to the realization something was wrong. Too bad he was right as both golden light and cursed fire consumed us shortly afterwards when Gunner and Avenger seemed just done with his bullshit as well. Berserker and Assassin somewhere in the corner of my vision were gutting two other servants, one in a white mask and another vampire wannabe.
"MARIA EXECUTIONER: OVERKILL IS THE ONLY KILL!"
"MOURNING MARIA: ONLY I SPILL PAPA'S BLOOD!"
""Maria Ripper: The Holy Mother of Dismemberment!""
Gasping fresh air into my regenerated lungs I let my body hit the ground, I was fucking naked because the attacks actually destroyed my armor and everything. That was acceptable though, it was extremely acceptable honestly given we just killed Dracul, Phantom of the Opera, and Carmilla although there are likely more Servants that can replace them given that only Chaldea's is limited servant wise compared to unlimited summoning from Anti-Humanity's camp. Grunting I stood up, my muscles spasming as they remembered the cursed fire and might of HOPE vaporizing them. The Jacks looked at my body, tilting their heads before shrugging as if not finding something they were expecting or they were just not sure what to think.
"I need to make some armor and get some new clothes…."
Avenger suddenly thundered in front of me looking at me with a deranged grin as she materialized a suite and trench coat with cursed golden light. Blinking, I looked at her, because there is no damn way she has a phantasma for something like that. I didn't dare ask though I just put on everything silently, watching Avenger look… pleased and nervous about it, as if thinking I'd hate it?
"Good job… it needs work technique wise, otherwise these are good…."
The compliment made the Avenger go still before she actually squealed in embarrassment, vanishing from sight suddenly. Blinking I took a second to process that, process it real hard, then I doubled over cackling like a madman because that was fucking adorable and hilarious. The other Jacks vanish as well with blushes covering their cheeks when they realize what just happened, this only made me laugh harder because I've managed to defeat Jack the Ripper in a way no one in history would expect. She wasn't dead, but all four of her were currently hiding as spirits out of sight after that little event.
Although the clothes were magically made, they were comfortable and honestly I could see the time that Avenger likely spent making these before being able to recreate them using spells. I even found a silly cookie knife patch on one of the sleeves, chuckling. I shook my head in amusement when I found a skull patch near the knife cookie one. Walking towards Paris the rest of the way with a sedated pace, enjoying the quiet of the countryside while my small killers hid themselves still. Nearing Paris I noticed something wrong with it, it was well, MISSING and in its place was a black ooze resembling it.
"Well… that's not good. I'm guessing Ethan has been here… I wonder if he is a sane Beast or is he a Berserk Beast summoned by Jalter?"
No one answered me. With nothing to do now, aside from checking out Goo Paris, I decide to take a precautionary step against Ethan which means I need some of the goo… Sighing I picked up a rock, aiming at the goo wall I threw the rock, then a single sound barrier breaking as it rockets toward the wall. While it wasn't broken completely sections of the goo wall went flying with a large chunk landing near my feet. Looking at it I can't help but feel curiosity at the thing that started all the pointless zombie plagues in resident evil. All because one man wanted to live forever and others wanted power.
Drawing a summoning circle around the chunk of Mold from Goo Paris. Then I made a request for a specific servant type, a type she would certainly be.
"From time I call
A savior of many
A savior of one
A villain to many
A villain to one
A song of Wolves and Winter
A Song of a Savior
An unshakeable will
An unshakeable resolve
By my will I grant you my fate
By your body you are my sword
Let the mold be broken
Wolven winter"
The circle blinds the world with an explosion of light. Blinking away the spots in my vision, I smiled seeing the woman who answered my call for her specifically. Chaldeas Master Sight allowed me to see her information and it was impressive.
[Rose Winters
Class: Savior
Str: A+
End: EX+
Agi: B-
Mana: EX
Cha: A-
Luk: C++
NP: EX
— — —
Regeneration EX
Field Surgery A+
Mold Control X
Immortality A-
Territory Creation EX
Marksman B+
Berserker C+
Savior X
Independent Action A++
Battle Continuation EX
Devour A+
Domination B+
Beast
Item Creation A+
Presence Concealment B+
— — —
I Am The Mold: Anti-Army/Unit
Wolves and Winters: Anti-World/Country/Unit
Purification: Anti-Curse/Plague
Recreation: Anti-Unit/Army
At All Costs: Anti-Beast
Legacy of a Father: Anti-Unit/Country
Saints Coat: Anti-Unit/Curse/Plague
Villain: Anti-World]
Rose Winters was a woman that takes after her father in a lot of ways as her hair was brown, and the fact that they both wore the same coat. But she also had her mother's blue eyes and body type, just with more muscle due to from what I Remember Chris becoming her adoptive father. Strapped on her thighs are two Colt 1911's, a long sword at her hips with several knives, a fully modified M1A16 slung over her left shoulder, with a grenade launcher, RPG, Shotgun, and anti-material rifle strapped to her back. She was certainly ready for war.
Rose looks around briefly before looking at me directly, an eyebrow raised that went partially under a baseball cap that she wore.
"Well what's going on? Because I see Mold in the distance but fuck all on everything else."
"Well Humanity was incinerated, and this is one of seven singularities that diverge from proper Human history. However, it seems that the ones causing this all decided to pull resources from other versions of the world and their histories. Your father… Ethan Winters has been summoned to this singularity in France as a Beast. Beasts are the sins of Humanity, a total of seven exist but with a lot of variations to them and they all at their core care for Humanity even if they want to end it. Your father is one of those and he's either a wild card, or has been summoned by the Grail as a Berserk Beast in service to the Anti-Humanity camp."
"So you called for me… then I'm at your service Master. Let's go knock some sense into my old man, because I'd like to properly meet him this time around…"
"Even if it means you may die while doing so?"
She just snorts with a grin on her lips, shrugging. I don't ask any further after that as we head towards Paris or what is now Paris. We advanced slowly and carefully, two Eldritch Cannons, one flame and one force, in front of us as we entered the Mold replica before us. The city was quiet, quiet enough that we couldn't even hear anything like a fly, it was as if everyone that should be alive and the Servants that should be here just vanished without a fight. With a pact glowing Stoner HMG as a pact weapon sweeping to the right of us, we eventually reached what should be the center of Paris without encountering a single person.
"Well Rose your dad may be functionally insanely sane… because this is a damn trap. One, if we wanted to find some friends to fix this singularity we'd have to spring anyway. However, this trap is looking as if we're about to be swarmed by enemies once we're right in the center of this plaza."
"Yeah this is going to be a cluster fuck… lets just hope none of the Village Leaders, or Mold Servants show up. Best case they're stuck in a Reality Marble of an ally and not the village."
We could only hope about either one and hope that it wasn't a maddened empowered enemy one. Once firmly in the center of the plaza we entered everything went to shit with the scream of a man in the distance.
"ROOOOOOOOOSSSEEEEE!!"
Lucan's, zombies, and all that good shit started swarming from everywhere at once. The plaza becomes cut off from exits when tendrils of Mold that shoot spikes cut them off.
"Well shit…. Time to go murder hobo as my old DND group would fondly say!"
The target of the whole thing snorts, her gun coming to life as bullets rip through the summoned undead. Jackie's pouncing on the undead with murderous glee and fever to their giggles. Pact Weapon roaring while bullets fly from the muzzle to shred incoming enemies.
\\// Romani POV //\\
Chuckling wryly I watched with everyone else at how contrasting the fights between our two groups were. Mash's group was practically getting free reign to complete the mission without much issue as if the world wasn't ending. Meanwhile, from Paris where one of our watches was on a Jackie then Chief Lockhart, it was practically hell on Earth. As Noble Phantasma's were constantly going off or being interrupted.
We had several new Saints Graphs recorded for a Rose Winters, Ethan Winters, Jafar from Aladdin, Saint George, Elizabeth Bathory, Phantom of the Opera, Vlad III, Carmilla, Lancelot, Bedivere, Mordred, Gareth, Agent 47, Shakespeare, Jeans D'Arc Alter, and Napoleon. A lot of these people were from some form of media or actual historical figures. Jeane D'Arc Alter shouldn't exist as she was a Servant that didn't exist in any media, but going by Lockhart's laugh that didn't mean much anymore. What's worse is that there are THREE Jeane D'Arc's in the singularity, one Ruler and two Avenger's, but one of the Avenger's is on the side of Proper Human History. Which was very confusing as one is trying to destroy Human History…
"Romani, what exactly are we looking at in Paris?"
Turning to face the director at her question I could only honestly shrug my shoulders at the madness going on in this singularity.
"Well we've already dealt with Berserker Lancelot, Berserk Lance Dracul, Berserk Assassin's Phantom and Carmilla around Paris. Chief Lockhart summoned Savior Class Servant, Rose Winters, to assist in dealing with a potential lead on the Beast running amok in the singularity. Once Berserk Beast, Ethan Winters, was confirmed and began attacking them. Chief Lockhart, Rose, and the four Jack's began fighting through the altered Paris looking for allies or Ethan Winters which is confirmed to be a variant of Beast VI with Rose Winters being a candidate for Beast VI as well. Beast VI was summoned as a Berserk form of a class called Beast by the main Jalter of the singularity."
The Director scowls at me for restating the obvious given the situation at hand.
"They eventually found multiple Servants which are as follows. Avenger Jafar, Grand Saber Mordred, Grand Saber Bedivere, Grand Lancer Gareth, Grand Caster Shakespeare, Grand Archer Napoleon, Grand Assassin Agent 47, Avenger Jeane D'Arc, Grand Saber Saint George, and Grand Lancer Elizabeth Bathory hiding within a partially materialized Reality Marble belonging to Jafar. They are all now in a deadlock fight with Beast VI and multiple forms of undead and other major characters from Resident Evil 7 and Village.
It's frankly a mess as Ethan Winters wasn't summoned as a Juvenile Beast, but an Adult Beast so they're doing their best to keep him trapped in Paris. All while they're also stopping the spread of his influence on reality. According to Gunner and Avenger, who came through that weird gate, a lot of these Servants were never supposed to be Grands, only Napoleon is supposed to be a Grand against Ethan Winters. However, something changed and now Ethan is a fully grown Beast VI thus most servants in the singularity have become Grands."
Before the Director could say anything one of the technicians, Johnathan Grace, gave bad news and worrying news.
"Beast VI has consumed Savior and has grown stronger! Avenger Jafar's Saint Graph has cracked! Caster defeated! Gunner defeated! Berserker defeated! Assassin Agent 47 defeated! Unknown divinity detected from Maintenance Chief Lockhart…. Beast VI has been confirmed to be defeated suddenly!"
""What just happened?!"
"I believe Lockhart-san just made a big trade for our sakes… a trade that possibly costs him a lot from his Warlock Patron."
I don't know when Da Vinci came in as she could've been hiding in spirit form, however, hearing her words I felt disgusted. Because while we know there are sacrifices to be made in order to save Humanity. Having the man make a deal on our behalf for no real reason when this isn't truly his fight… just disgusts me. The Director looks like she thinks much the same.
"Call coming in from Chief Lockhart."
The sudden call connects without any of our input, meaning Chaldeas itself patched it through, very likely given its connection to Lockhart.
On the screen for calls the visual of Lockhart and several servants becomes crystal clear. The two Jacks that were defeated emerged from mist like circles with them landing on his shoulders. However, immediately we could tell what was different. A deer skull now rested on his head, his hazel eyes turned blood red as they peered from the eye sockets at us.
His left arm was also completely different entirely, we noticed that when a fussing Elizabeth and Jack moved it around enough in view of the camera. Jalter in the background looking… angered, with herself for some reason. Jafar was nursing a hole through his chest, Gareth and Mordred missing either an arm or leg respectively. Bedivere was looking very winded and tired, golden lines creeping up one of his arms. Napoleon was haggard but perfectly fine. Saint George was leaning on his sword with possibly one of his eyes missing and a section of his face ripped off.
"Beast VI subdued. Several casualties sustained, the city is destroyed beyond belief. I've also had to give up some Humanity permanently in order for someone to come knocking. Otherwise the fight was a stalemate until we lost people after Ethan suddenly ate his daughter."
Swallowing down bile in my throat I hoarsely asked the questions needed. Watching the man gently pry Elizabeth and all the Jacks off of his transformed arm with complete indifference to its new appearance.
"How was Beast VI dealt with? Why did you…"
"Undying and Gaia acknowledged my request, the Undying however can't wontonly act so a price has to be set. Since I'm already on my way to becoming immortal entirely, it was decided that since I'm also a Warden of Nature, I'd take on some traits of one of Nature's most dangerous guardians. So my missing arm became a Wendigo's arm while this skull mask is now a permanent addition with my eyes changing color. As for why? I said it before Romani. I pity you and Mash, you both deserve to live the lives that make you happy. So why not? YOU'VE GOT EVERYTHING TO LOSE, I don't. Be Human, be YOU, and don't bitch about my choices. Just accept the gesture even if you don't like it because I won't take it back."
Scowling I wanted to say something, anything, but I held my tongue against my own personal feelings. The man who became just even a bit of a monster wouldn't accept any arguing. His eyes said as much while he looked at me specifically.
"Now if you'd be a dear Da Vinci and Rayshift everyone in what's left of Paris back. I'll be heading to Orleans with the Jackie's, Jalter, Napoleon, and Elizabeth as they wouldn't leave even if I told them to."
"Like hell I will do that bastard! Who told you to let that Beast eat your arm for me and the old bastard?! I'm not letting that go without paying you back!"
"I'm afraid I must agree with the murderous tsundere Fishie, if you couldn't regenerate then more of you would've become a Wendigo on my behalf. So to repay your kindness aside from singing for you I shall be seeing the end of this through with you."
""""Never! Your blood and insides are ours not anyone's else's!""""
"Afraid not monsieur, I want to either die for my country or save it after everything I've done. So I shall see this through to the end. I owe France and her people that much monsieur."
"See? So look after everyone else, we've already made contracts. One of my guys will likely notice them when they turn up so don't get too surprised."
With that he cut the call and Day Vinci quickly brought back the severely wounded Servants. Masked and unmasked individuals with varying armors appearing from the shadows. We all nearly jumped until we remembered our resident Crime Lord, the people that should be Rogues or Fighters carried or shouldered the wounded Servants out of the Rayshift Chamber. Sighing I sagged in my seat, bitterly chuckling at how Lockhart was treating me.
So is this what people felt even a little when I was Solomon? If so then I don't like it… I hate it because I also do like it. It's one of the only times someone's forced me to accept help for mainly my own good. That perverted old man also tried his best to do the same looking back now…. Human emotions are wonderfully frustrating. Getting out of my seat I walked to the coms link and filled Mash and the twins in on what happened and what to expect. Their laughter lifted the mood somewhat as the three and Billy the Kid commented on Lockart and the Servants victory.