A Not So Evil God In Fate/Grand Order

(A/N: Just going to put this here to prevent killing the mood in the middle of the fight. I plan to make a chapter with every new Noble Phantasm -mostly OCs- I used in this Singularity. I will do that for future ones as well, with translations in case I decide to make them in a different language like here. Oh, and btw. BIG CRINGE WARNING. Enjoy ^^)

Those present watched dumbfounded as Herakles jumped at the giant monster without hesitation. It took them a couple of seconds to come around and realize that they couldn't just stand there doing nothing.

Asterios exchanged a glance with Euryale, the latter wordlessly nodding. He would prefer to stay back and protect her, but maybe in the frontlines, he would be of more use.

Nodding back, the Minotaur also jumped, following Herakles. The Greek Hero was the first to impact against Typhon's snake arm, and doing justice to his strength in myths; the lamia-like monster was able to continue forward as if Berserker was never there with ease. The addition of Asterios did little to change that.

Both Berserkers crashed like shooting stars against the Argo's and Golden Hind's deck. The loud sound caused by their landing was like a signal for the others to begin their assault.

Naturally, the Archers were the first to attack. After confirming that Asterios was all right, albeit with his arms shaking, she banded together with Artemis, Atalanta, and EMIYA to shoot arrows at Typhon.

Not that they expected a different outcome, but seeing their magical arrows disappear in the black mist surrounding his body without doing anything brought a feeling of impotence to all of them.

Medea and her younger version were next. Using her floating cape, Caster took off to the skies. Not long after, she used a big chunk of her reserves to create numerous Magic Circles surrounding her. Lily also helped by providing some of her own Magical Energy plus strengthening the spell with her own magic.

Not wasting a second more, Medea used Rain of Light: Machia Hecatia Graea, one of her favorite and most powerful spells.

Hundreds of beams shot from the Magic Circles and bombarded Typhon relentlessly. Caster's assault created a thin layer of vapor that momentarily covered the giant monster from view. But even then, the Witch of Betrayal kept providing more and more Magical Energy to continuously feed her spell. She was well aware that it wouldn't end with a single shot from any of them.

What she didn't expect was for a laser beam to shoot from the concealing white mist and impact in her direction, continuing unimpeded toward the stormy sky. It even managed to leave a hole in the clouds from where a ray of sunlight shone.

The others watched with mouth agape how Typhon dispersed the vapor surrounding him, showing an apparently unharmed body. It was as if the previous barrage had been nothing more than an annoyance.

"Medea!" Atalanta's shout resounded throughout the heavy rain. She frantically looked around, trying to see if she could spot Caster but to no avail.

Just when she was about to give up and mindlessly attack Typhon, a cape in the form of a drill appeared next to them. The moment the cape unveiled, it revealed a panting Medea. It was really a close call. Μαρδοξ, her barrier spell, was as good as a bubble against his attack. If it weren't for her timely teleportation, not even her ashes would have remained.

Atalanta breathed a sigh of relief once she saw her former companion was safe. Her moment of comfort was short-lived, though. This made their third failed attempt during some short minutes span.

Brute force, arrows, magic... Nothing seemed to be working. The Huntress wasn't the only one to take note of that fact. In fact, everyone else did. They were being left without options quicker than they initially thought they would.

"What are you moping around for? The fight has just started, and you are already thinking of defeat? Get a hold of yourselves! We are Heroes! Although some of you are considered Anti-Heroes or outright Villains, you carry a legend on your back! Achieve the impossible is in our blood, so don't despair, don't give up, and above all, keep fighting 'till the end!" Theseus loudly proclaimed with his sword pointing toward the sky. Different from them, he was smiling excitedly. He was not a battle-maniac, but the joy of surpassing every expectation when the odds were against you was something he didn't dislike.

Following his own example, Theseus leaped from the ship and landed on the turbulent waters. Similar to Orion, he was able to walk on water. He did land a safe distance from the observing Leviathan, though. He didn't want more trouble than necessary.

Shaking his head mentally to push those thoughts aside, the green-haired King adopted a serious expression. He knew Typhon was not taking them seriously, and this was a golden opportunity they couldn't miss. Lowering his center of gravity, Theseus breathed in and out before disappearing from the onlookers' sight.

Although the King of Monsters was taking things and counterattacking casually to their attacks, that didn't mean he was not dangerous. What to him looked like a slow movement. For others, it was extremely fast.

As Theseus was advancing, small string-like things started appearing in front of him. They were only visible to him, but the green-haired man didn't treat them as a hallucination or anything. Instead, he followed their trail.

It was then when the snake head on Typhon's arms crashed into Theseus' position. Just when the Father of all Monsters believed he had badly wounded if not outright wounded the small insect before him, the green-haired man jumped out of the water and started running up his arm completely unharmed.

A growl escaped Typhon's mouth. He hadn't expected the Servant before him to have the audacity of using his body as a stair. Yet, if he thought he would continue unimpeded, he was very wrong.

Using his other, human-like arm, Typhon readied to squash Theseus like an annoying mosquito. However, the moment his hand was about to reach him, the Athenian King smiled. Two figures jumped out of nowhere and impacted against his open palm, bringing it to a temporary stop, but enough for the dual-class Servant to get out of harm's way.

Having completed their job, Asterios and Herakles stopped resisting and let themselves be sent flying. Luckily for them, the Leviathan caught them before they could sink into the ocean. Nevertheless, same as with Seth previously, their impact was still not a pleasant one.

'Haha, this is fun indeed!' Theseus wide grin as he kept climbing told everything. This excitement was something no one could blame him for. Although most Heroes never do their 'deeds' of their own volition and sometimes are sent to their deaths, there are times, times where you feel like you are making history—that you are creating a legend. And this was one of those times.

The most common theme is fighting... monsters.

A memory quickly flashed through his mind, but he pushed it aside just as fast. That kid was no monster. He was just that... a kid. But now, now they were truly facing the ultimate monster—one that, if it were to be slain, would be something to remember forever.

Theseus kept following the white threads, dodging the fireballs that were starting to come from the snakes in Typhon's head and getting closer to his neck little by little.

The son of Tartarus narrowed his eyes at the obvious attempt of beheading him. He would normally consider letting them try to harm him and see their hopes getting crushed upon realizing he was unharmed, but it was best to be cautious, especially at a delicate time like this.

Instead of trying to crush him like before, Typhon moved his hand and placed it protectively around his neck.

'That is not going to help you, buddy.' Theseus' Magical Energy started to spike. His sword was soon coated in a constantly growing green aura, increasing its deadliness level.

With a last jump to the side, Theseus came face to face with Typhon. His eyes filled with hatred would have scared to death anyone else, yet he was not anyone else. He was someone who had come face to face with the Minotaur.

Yes, he was not the monster in front of him, a natural disaster, but it mattered not. To him, at least.

After that incident, he endlessly wondered if he did the right thing. If by slaying Asterios he was able to get rid of his suffering. Although he cowardly entered that labyrinth, thinking he would meet an atrocious monster, he met a scared child instead. Nevertheless, it doesn't change the fact he killed him. That's why he was so reluctant to use his Noble Phantasm in front of Asterios. He knew he wouldn't take it to heart, but it was still something he struggled with. Unfortunately, the current situation wasn't that favorable to allow him that selfish wish. In fact, it was downright despairing.

'But indeed, Typhon. You are not him.' Mid-air, Theseus raised his blade, making it point upward. Simultaneously, the father of monsters opened his mouth, where small flames were beginning to congregate.

« 'The coward who entered that maze stands here.' Magical Energy shot from his sword toward the sky in a wild manner.

'The Hero who slew the Minotaur fights here.' The flames in Typhon's mouth looked ready to go just as the Magical Energy coating Theseus' sword orderly congregated in a spiral.

'And... The King who overcame monsters triumphs here!' The green-haired man brought his sword down at the same time that Typhon decided to incinerate him.

『Τελικό Χτύπημα στο Τραγικο Θηρίο!』»

A blinding light ensued after the two attacks clashed. Powerful gales traveled in all directions, carrying raging waves with them. It was so bad that the Argo and Golden Hind almost collided with each other due to the rising and undulating water.

Everyone covered their eyes one way or another to prevent any discomfort. They hadn't expected Theseus to create this spectacle. They didn't believe him to be this strong either. It really went to show that you can't judge a book by its cover.

It was nearly a minute after that the situation calmed down enough for them to finally be able to look at the previous incident's outcome. However, no amount of waiting time could have prepared them for the sight they were about to see.

Mouthes slowly widening, eyes gradually widening, they partook in an unreal scene.

The stormy sky had been cut in half, letting a line of sunlight shine down upon the ocean through several kilometers. But that wasn't what caught their attention. It was the enormous red line going from Typhon's shoulder all the way down to his tail. Even while being covered by shadows, that mark was still visible to the n.a.k.e.d eye.

"He... He did it?" Jason didn't know if he should make his words into a statement or a question. The situation was THAT unbelievable.

'I had a feeling before, but he was really taking us lightly, wasn't he?' EMIYA clicked his tongue. No matter if he felt any type of pride or not, being taken lightly was not something one wants in a fight... unless you are desperate to win, that is.

As the others were still marveling at the scene, the Leviathan approached with Herakles on her head. The Greek Hero soon landed on the Argo's deck, making them realize something crucial.

"Where are Asterios and the other guy?" Euryale asked while frowning in worry.

Now that she mentioned it... There were no signs of any of the two anywhere.

The purple-haired Archer looked around for a while before looking back at the Leviathan. The said monster did something akin to a snort, pointing her head in a particular direction.

There, they saw Berserker climbing up the side of the Golden Hind with Theseus on his shoulders. Immediately after doing so, Asterios put the green-haired man down gently on the deck.

"Well, ????????????????????... that was something." The Athenian King said after taking out some water from his system. He may or may not have used too much Magical Energy on that strike, leaving him without any strength afterward.

"Yes... but how? None of your attacks were working until now." Romani said after appearing through the communication device once more. The way he worded it brought stinky eyes from the Servants, though. If he weren't in a different time and place, he would have run just from the intensity of those stares.

"Aren't you a curious one? I am afraid that is a trade secret." He responded lightheartedly with an amused look. He then stole a glance at his rescuer, and his look became a wry one.

"It... okay. No... grudge. Remember?" Asterios, understanding the meaning behind that look, comforted Theseus with a childish smile.

'As naive as ever... but then again. I don't dislike that part of you. It really makes you look human.' Theseus also smiled back before slowly standing up.

"Did you see what I was talking about? We can and will achieve the impossible. Believe in yourselves as that is the root from where our strength comes from."

"I may not be able to give an emotional speech about courage and the like as that is not my field of expertise. What I can give you, though, is vital information." Darwin said, gaining a few raised eyebrows at what she had to say.

"It should have gone through your head at least once. Why is it that with that giant body he is not crushing our sh.i.p.s, or with the laser beam he used against Medea destroying them?" Caster's words rang true within them. They could attribute it to him not being serious, but even humans get angry when insects keep pestering them and then proceed to crush them under their feet.

"I have two theories. One can be considered a certainty, and the other is quite close." The Mother of Evolution began before presenting them what she had gathered thanks to her Noble Phantasm. "The first one is that he simply can't—or saying it in another way, he doesn't want to. It is not only his appearance that resembles a snake but his metabolism as well."

"I see now. Snakes don't swallow their prey unless they are sure they are alone. Because the minimal movement may cause stress which will lead it to—" Dr. Roman began, enlightened by Caster's words.

"—Regurgitate its food," And Darwin concluded.

"So that means we have to give him a good shake so he can release Master? Easier said than done." Atalanta spoke while crossing his arms. She still kept an eye on the distant Typhon, though. He was too quiet, and she didn't like that.

"Yes. I do believe he is still alive. My Noble Phantasm is telling me that much." She did not mention the headache she was getting by doing so, though. Something of Typhon's caliber was at the limit of what she could handle without her mind collapsing.

Fujimaru secretly sighed in relief. Despite everything, he was glad Seth was okay... or as okay as one could be inside the stomach of a monster. Now the only thing left was to get him out of there.

"That unkillable man aside, you mentioned there was another reason why he is not killing us right here and now? What is it?" Zhuge Liang asked his fellow Caster. He had some suspicions considering Typhon's actions from the moment he awoke, but it was best to be sure in these cases and not make hasty deductions.

Darwin paused for a moment before looking at Euryale and Stheno. A trace of sympathy flashed through her eyes when she saw them. "Although I cannot confirm it with one hundred percent surety. I have enough reasons to believe he wants to swallow you two the same way he did with that God."

That... was something they did not expect. Nor did they expect Typhon's following actions.