A Not So Evil God In Fate/Grand Order

Thutmose was not that surprised Seth could think of something to counter his Noble Phantasm. Even so, it was not like this zone rendered him unable to do anything. Maybe he would not be able to fight as relaxed as before, but this also worked in his favor. His next action proved just that.

As a deadly red lightning bold was about to strike him, Archer lifted his bow, seemingly trying to use it as a shield. Not long after, the impact came. However, instead of scorching him like the previous times, it got absorbed into his weapon. Now, in addition to blue sparks of lightning circle his bow, there were also red ones.

"I did not take you for the generous type, Teacher." Although he spoke lightly, he knew this was possible only because his bow and the lightning came from the same person. Otherwise, it would have been a little more troublesome to accomplish.

"And I didn't take you for the forgetful type, either. Everything coming from me can't possibly be good, am I wrong?" Just as Seth said so, an electrical discharge coming from his bow hit Thutmose. The dark-skinned man grunted slightly before stretching his body, trying to shake that feeling off.

"Just a small price to pay, and it will not be the last." Archer did not wait for Seth's reaction, activating one of his Skills for the first time, Dark God Teachings EX.

A Pharaoh was not just a title. It had a tremendous symbolism behind it. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to call it a definition of one's being—a Ruler's most important thing. Seth taking that away from Osiris left him "incapable of living." One of the reasons why he now rules the land of the dead.

Students often inherited characteristics of their teachers. As such, it was not strange for Thutmose to also have that. The capabilities to take something valuable from his enemies. That was what this Skill did. It was so strong that it was a surprise it was not a Noble Phantasm instead.

'Let us see...he has around five Skills, but only two of them can help me right now. I should take Affection Of The Goddess. That is the one that can cause me the most problems and the most useful one for me.' As an additional bonus, Thutmose could see every Skill of the user. Otherwise, there was no way he could get them.

He was confused about the Skill, though. As far as he knew, his teacher and Lady Nephthys did not get along. What is more, they hated each other to the bone. As for his other wives, Seth had mentioned to him that their relationship was neither good nor bad. It did not make sense to him why he would possess it. 'It seems there are things even I do not know about him.'

Despite the strangeness of the situation, he did not want to waste any time as the Egyptian God would not do it either. With a mental command, four rays of light shot from the obelisks in Seth's direction, and despite the man dodging them, they still followed him like some sort of lasers.

Archer needed just a few seconds to steal his Skill, so he did not want any interruptions in the meantime. As Seth was evading the light from the obelisks, Thutmose released his Magical Energy in the air toward where the black-haired man was.

It took some seconds, but when it got in contact with his body, Seth felt something wrong. It felt as if some bacteria were trying to enter it just to leave rapidly. The reason for that was because the dark-skinned man only needed his Magical Energy to have physical contact with the target before returning to him with every Skill in their possession. The only downside was that he could only use one at a time, but the affected party couldn't use the one he stole.

'Success. Now it is just a matter of using it—Ugh?!' Everything was going his way until he decided actually to activate the Skill in question. Just when he was about to do it, the image of a sanguinary beast hidden by darkness appeared inside his mind, paralyzing him momentarily. He only saw a pair of feral golden eyes staring at him menacingly, but even then, it was enough to leave him trembling.

"Know your place, filthy human." A voice filled with hate and arrogance was the only thing he heard before he received a kick in his head. Seth had taken advantage of his momentary distraction to strike him. Thanks to the fact Archer lost his concentration, the rays that were chasing him stopped, allowing him to reach Mose in a flash.

The Egyptian God dematerialized his spear for a second as what he was about to do now didn't need a weapon to work. The moment the particles of Magical Energy Archer sent returned to him, and he tried to activate the Skill, Seth felt how it attempted to leave his being before completely overpowering his student's control. It was then when he realized what he was trying to do. In the time they had not met each other, Mose seemed to have become more daring, trying to steal something from him.

It was at times like this where you had to teach them by hitting them, or they would never learn. In a burst of speed, Seth appeared next to the still flying Archer and punched him in the face.

That wasn't the end of it. The black-haired man repeated the same action alternating between punches, kicks, elbows, knees, and headbutts. Every part used was coated on fire to maximize damage. From place to place, Seth used his student like a punching bag. He would admit that it had also to do with the fact Mose did whatever he wanted with him thanks to his Noble Phantasm. He guessed that the "vengeful" part of him would never change.

He didn't forget to let Mose taste a bit of lightning every time he could. There was a limit to the amount his bow could absorb, after all.

The barrage of blows was leaving its mark on Archer. Even with the color of his skin, the bruises were now starting to become visible. That went to show how much Seth was not holding back and how resilient Thutmose was. To withstand the attacks of a personification of strength was no mean feat, even if the said being wasn't at his peak.

One thing to note was that no matter the times Seth hit him, Thutmose never let go of his bow. He still held onto it as if his life depended on it, which wasn't exactly untrue.

One thing was for sure, though. Archer did not plan to keep taking blows forever. In a brief moment of clarity, he made eye contact with him, teleporting him away.

Thutmose finally could take a breath after receiving a harsh beating. It was not the first one he got in his life from Seth, so at this point, he was used to it. 'This situation...it looks exactly like that time when I mentioned I would take Lord Ra as my Patron God. Just remembering that makes my bones hurt.'

He let his body be carried by the rising and descending waves. At this point, even a slight moment of rest would do him good. "I suppose I was stupid for trying to take that one away from you, Teacher. You never mentioned having someone precious. That goes to show there are things even I do not know of you."

Those words came from the bottom of his heart, carrying the bitterness from not being able to realize there was more to him than he initially thought. As he looked upward to the flying God who had again summoned his spear, for the second time in his life after their farewell, he felt sadness. This time, not for him, but his teacher.

The lone God, staring down at him emotionlessly with piercing golden eyes and lightning falling behind his back, painted the picture of the word "Divine" itself. However, that same being carried a burden so tremendous that Archer couldn't believe he did not see it before.

'I am sorry...for not realizing... This time, let me reaffirm my promise.' Although he already knew the circ.u.mstances involving him were complicated, he did not expect something of this caliber. Besides, Satiah, his wife, would not forgive him if he left him like that.

A bright white and golden aura suddenly engulfed him, filling the world with a radiance that offset the dark world Seth had created to fight Thutmose. From his position, a light pillar rose to the skies, piercing the thunderclouds.

Seth watched as everything that belonged to him got erased by that blinding light. What was this feeling? Rage? Powerlessness? Fear? Remorse? Or was it perhaps something like contentment? Pride? Gratitude? Serenity? Love? Or...hope?

Those mixed emotions invaded his mind unstopped. It was a fight between what he loved the most and what he hated the most. Their core was the same, but what he felt for them was the opposite.

Slowly, he raised his open hand as if trying to get a hold of that radiance, but everything was no more than a futile effort. No matter if what he wanted was to erase it, or just embrace it. He was destined never to be able to hold onto it. The only thing that would remain was the mere wish of wanting to do so.

Seth's eyes widened as two streams of tears flowed down from them. The hand supporting his spear began to loosen, seemingly attempting to drop it. He looked nothing more than an empty vessel without a soul at this point. There, but not there.

Those emotions kept clashing inside his mind, separating him further and further from reality. Whoever wanted to attack him right now would have a free pass to do it, even Thutmose, who was still inside the pillar of light.

And that's what happened precisely. "WAKE UP!" A shout containing every feeling of Archer for Seth, followed by a punch in the face, managed to awaken him from his dream. Of course, that came together with crashing down into the ocean.

'You are a fool, and always will be. Why are you worrying about meaningless stuff? Go, go there and win.' Is his mind playing tricks on him again? Or those were her words for him? As encouragement, they s.u.c.k.e.d, even so...that was everything he needed.

'I guess I am no made of stone, after all.' He wasn't ashamed, far from it. That just meant he was not a cold bastard who would abandon her again. Now, though, was not the time to get trapped in thoughts.

Seth was quick to return to the surface and into the skies. The sight that awaited him was a world where everything was shining. The ocean seemed to release golden particles into the air, creating a magical picture. However, that was not the only that changed. His student did as well.

He was wearing a full thin-body armor that made him remember his nephew Horus. He had a pair of white metallic wings with blades instead of feathers. The same structure protected the upper part but with a golden color, having additional pieces attached to the joints in the form of a localization icon, probably to work as deployable objects now that his bow seemingly fused with him to create that armor. His face was not visible anymore, being hidden by a horned helmet with metallic feathers rather than horns.

Rubbing his cheek where Mose had hit him, Seth faintly smiled at his disciple. "That was a good hit. Although look at you, I certainly didn't expect you to have something like that up your sleeves."

"Same as you did, Lord Horus gave me a parting gift. He knew that you would ask me to kill you, so he prepared an armor for this moment. He also made this taking into account my bow to maximize what I can do." The Egyptian God had to admit that when his nephew got his act together, he could do miracles. Not surprising, being a miraculous child himself.

"I will make it so that you will not have any regrets left, Teacher. And I will begin by stealing your Kingslayer Skill! Nothing is going to stop me until I reach the Realm of the Gods, and I bring you down!" Archer said while pointing at him. Noble Phantasms, Skills, Weapons, he will use everything just to accomplish that.

'Heh...' It was, without a doubt, an impressive declaration. However, Thutmose seemed to be forgetting something, and that was to never talk to him like that. "You can say whatever you want, but do you have the power to defeat God? If you don't, then you better shut up, c.o.c.ky brat!"