The visions then rapidly changed. He saw himself cutting off the head of the priest behind the church, then he blew up the dragon caves below the lake, and finally, he saw a golden explosion and a white flare of wings clash with the red hole leaking mud.
Artoria disappeared alongside the explosion and he felt somthing escaping him, within the fading glow of her spirit form, he forgot an image that was once etched onto his soul. So with the explosion as his background, the visions changed again.
Then it kept shifting showing him killing people, sometimes with a knife, sometimes with a sniper rifle, sometimes bombing them. As his body changed he only found similarly that he was aging his body was getting older and his skin was tanning slowly. Still, he committed numerous murders that left him with various questions.
And among them in one vision, he was lying in a pool of gore with a chunk of his shoulder ripped off and numerous piercing wounds on his body with ruined tactical black combat armour remaining on his body. The thuds of boots hitting the floor pulled his attention, the steps were measured and indicated their owners were well-trained and well-coordinated.
Four people with silver gauntlets or spiked shoes and crossbows surrounded him. Still, they gave space for a girl to walk towards him. The girl was fair-skinned, of average height, and had a pixie haircut. The striking thing about her appearance was her deep blue hair. With a neutral look on her face, she studied him and the surroundings.
Due to his position, he was not able to look at the similar-looking limbs scattered around him as well as the lack of real body parts in the gore around him. As he fainted he heard someone from the four people in black dress similar to Kirei say
"Bow, we should kill this heretic. He is in this den of these god-forsaken creatures and might be here for their blood to do a conversion ritual."
The girl looks down at him and as the white straps falling on her chest bounce and her black one-piece dress flutters she smiles reassuringly at him as he faints. In another flash of vision, he saw himself leaving a small town gate as the same girl waved at him after wrapping a red coloured scarf around his shoulder. He disappeared along with her shout of
"Good luck on surviving Mr. Hero of Justice."
The visions changed agon; this time, he marked that a symbol was becoming increasingly common beside his victims in some form or others from notebooks to banners to embroideries. As he pondered on this his vision flashed by where rather than killing someone he was watching a deformed teen sleep in a bed and hooked on a life support system from a distance.
(image of the symbol)
Watching a woman bent over the boy with the deformed lower body he turned around. As he walked away the woman whipped the tears from her eyes and her brown hair fluttered as she looked at the shoulders of the man walking away. She felt like she knew the man but she didn't know anyone who looked like he was going into a warzone even in a hospital.
She didn't realise that the man walking away was the son of the man she once loved, walking on the way to ruin following his father's footsteps. Well at least the magus killer managed to pass on his genes to his now-dead daughter but his adopted son would likely fail to do even that. I mean when you personally kill the women who would have accepted you as you are, you deserve to be lonely and fail the fundamental goal of all life.
Still, he strived on and the killings continued, he killed people. And his targets have now become only the people associated with the symbol. He guessed it was some kind of cult with a massive following worldwide. As he killed people he slowly began using his swords less and became dependent on firearms, particularly a sniper rifle. His actions slowly began to become more extreme and his assassinations have morphed into massacres.
He noticed that the people fighting him were not warriors but rather beasts, they fought without any technique or desire to live. It's like zombie hordes were targeting him with their irrational hatred toward living rather than any desire to fight him.
Finally, he saw a woman who was distinct from others enjoying the worship and adoration of the masses. The woman was wearing a black one-piece church robe, but the splits in her hips made it look lavicious. The white overcoat and head scarf made her more alluring as well as forbidden, she was like a white rose in the fields of hell. The golden necklace that was so big that it acted as a shoulder strap rested around her collar bone and pressed her breast downwards making the curve more pronounced.
She was wearing a dress similar to the blue-haired girl he had seen, but the minor changes, as well as her headscarf showing locks of black hair, were strangely charming. The presence of three purple Urnas on her forehead gave her a feeling of being a nun of both the church and Buddhism.
Still, as he took a shot at her and watched her body fall, the people around her went berserker and surrounded him like a hoard and he was forced to kill them as some of the people were wearing bulletproof jackets under their dresses and most of them were armed. Still, he watched as the fallen woman was dragged into the house but her hair moved around in her like the tentacles of an octopus and he had the visual illusion of them being suckers and pulling him towards her.
Then the vision shattered and changed into him walking into a Buddhist monastery built within some city and then shooting anyone in sight. Shirou couldn't take the revision in his mind as he felt his future self slaughtering people whom he perceived as innocent monks. He felt like the faces of Issei and the other monks in the Ryuudou temple were staring at him from the corpses he left in his wake.
Still, he felt his future self`s body tensing in determination as he did this massacre, until both the mind and well as the body of the man came to an abrupt halt. It took some time for shirou to recognise the older taiga but he still did it faster than in the case of Rin, as one was already a grown woman in the present while the other was a loli.
Still, he will never admit that he had repeatedly referred to Rin as a loli after he played a recently released game with Taiga. His wandering mind came rushing back as he recognised Taiga. There she was, standing against his future self on the opposite side with a black pistol pointed at his head. She had tears in her eyes as she pointed the firearm at him and his body just stilled in place. Looking into her eyes a storm razed inside his mind only for his reinforced body to sense the click of a trigger and the ting of the spring being wound.
He reflexively fired a shot towards the sound only to find that the one he shot was Taiga, he watched her eyes go wide and she dropped the gun out of her hands as the momentum of the bullet hitting her made her twist. He just watches Taiga bleed out both tears and blood, staining her nun scarf and covering her head red.
He tightened the grip on his blade making his palms bleed, but all this pain compared to the pain in his heart was minor. In one vision witnessing himself killing almost everyone he knows and currently depends on to anchor himself to reality was too much for it.
He ignores as his still body is found by the rabid monks in yellow kasaya surrounding him, they dogpiled him and pressed him down as they screamed
"He is here!"
"For the saviour!"
"Stay away from the priestess, she is our salvation."
Then like an unchained demon freed from captivity, for the 1st time, he felt himself rampage out of rage. He brutalised the surrounding monks and pushed through the human wave. He kept killing in a rage and his vision blurred.
His vision changed again and he found himself on a pedestal, with a rope hanging in front of him. He felt his body restrained by handcuffs and wearing a grey shirt and grey pants. He was hauled onto the platform roughly by what he identified as an executioner and his head about to be pushed into the loop.
As he was being pushed he heard the voice of a woman, so extremely sweet that it felt like it was dripping with honey. Rather than any positive reaction his body wretched, as if he had been fed the most disgusting garbage rather than hearing that ethereal voice.
(A/N: and trauma pro is being applied on shirou. Guys what do you think of this, you people would have likely guessed who that woman is.
Plus guess which ending`s extension is this. So I am trying to cram some plot triggers before we can have the teacher event and then the swordsmanship event.
My plans involve someone else threatening Illiya's sister's place. Then, you people could also guess who the other girl mentioned here is.
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THANKS FOR READING:)