A Not So Evil God In Fate/Grand Order

Not minding the hate he was causing on Typhon, Baal unhesitantly summoned Seth's spear in one hand, while Longinus on the other. The polearm was trembling in excitement at being let out to face a great evil like Typhon is. It was still unruly despite its consent to fight for them. That's why the two of them needed to fight a being considered evil to consolidate their ownership over the Holy Spear.

After the initial stupor that the release of Baal's restraints caused, Typhon was able to raise his head defiantly. He was silently shocked at the sheer ferocity it was displaying—one that was aimed at him. The monster knew a bit of the weapon thanks to habiting Seth's body for a period of time despite its debut being a thing of the far future compared to his time.

Barring his shock, there was also confusion, and he made it known. "You talk about teaching me a lesson, but you don't even use what is yours and end up resorting to what others have attained. Or is it that you can't even call them?"

"When you stop being more than a parasite and become something worth paying attention to, I will use them. You don't have to worry about that." Baal's disinterested tone was evident, and his disdain even more so.

The Prince of Heaven then lept from the flying island. As he did so, Poseidon raised his trident in the air. Instantly, the water morphed in the shape of a serpent in which Baal landed successfully. The water-made creature was high enough to still keep a superiority in height over Typhon. He preferred it compared to using the Leviathan and Poseidon as horses.

Baal admitted he felt a little conflicted. He was brandishing a Holy Weapon, but it was the one that pierced the son of that geezer, so his mood wasn't affected much, which was a good thing. He would mock him about it the next time they meet again.

Well, in the end, it didn't really matter. He still had to take care of the vermin in front of him.

Without any sort of warning, Baal attacked by pointing Longinus at Typhon and releasing a white beam that had 'Holy' written all over it. Accompanying it were two water vortexes coming from Poseidon's trident and the Leviathan's mouth.

Knowing that it could prove dangerous to receive those attacks head-on, especially the first one, Typhon didn't hesitate to summon lava pillars from the depths of the ocean to act as walls that would stop the assault. He breathed fire from behind as well, just for good measure.

Not long after he set his defenses, his three enemies' attacks reached the wall of lava. No grandiose explosion followed that encounter, only a sizzling sound from water colliding with lava and fire. For something made on the spot, it was holding out pretty well.

Now, however, there was something else aside from blood tricking down from his body, and that was sweat. Typhon's face was a bit scrunched up from all the struggling he was doing. Even for him, it was not easy to defend against three simultaneous attacks.

That difficulty was shown when a small ray of light got past the fiery red defense, piercing the monster right in his shoulder. Although the wound's size was nothing compared to his overall height and width, it was excruciating.

A small grunt escaped his mouth, but he refused to show any other reaction. He was inwardly thinking of countermeasures to deal with Baal. His Mana was astronomical, but even that had a limit, and fighting against three powerful enemies would make reaching that limit a not distant thing.

Seth was not the most powerful, the fastest, or the one who boasted the highest defense, but he was undoubtedly the one who had the most endurance out of all Gods. Not only was he a God of War, but he was the God of Conflicts and Violence as well. The sources from where he could gather Mana were numerous and easy to get access to. Seeing the situation where two Gods, a Divine Beast and a monster born from Mother Earth itself were causing chaos all around, he would not run out of Mana any time soon. Baal, who was using his body, was no exception to that.

Typhon was sure that if he managed to release his full presence into the world, winning would not be something farfetched. And if he managed to become a Beast, then that chance would become a sure thing.

The possibility of that happening was almost zero, however. He doubted Baal would keep giving him 'free meals' for him to consume and grow stronger.

For now, he would have to bide as much time as possible to exert his influence into the world. Unfortunately, it was easier said than done. The bombarding he was suffering was proof enough of that fact.

For now, though, he would take care of the side enemies. Even though Poseidon could revive infinitely — or so it seemed — the Leviathan was another matter entirely. Besides, Baal was not on good terms with that thing, so he wouldn't go to any lengths to help it.

With that in mind, Typhon stopped his defense and immediately submerged into the water. The attacks, not having anything to stop them from going forward anymore, went past the falling magma and toward the horizon.

Noticing the other party had fled, the other three stopped their attacks.

Baal didn't know what the vermin he had for an enemy was thinking. To flee? That would be the more reasonable choice since trying to sneak attack either of them in this environment was a pipe dream.

Baal pointed Seth's spear in the Leviathan's direction without even turning his head before releasing a vibrant yellow thunderbolt from its tip.

The Divine Beast didn't even bother to dodge. She just turned around and bit the incoming limb, catching it in her jaws.

It seemed Typhon's sneak attack had failed thanks to Baal's quick reaction, and now he had his snake arm grabbed by the Leviathan, although with the new difference in size, it wouldn't prove difficult to set himself free. Another different thing was if he had the time to do so, something he did not.

Baal's thunderbolt didn't take long to arrive. Unfortunately for him, he didn't manage to get out in time and was struck by it.

He wasn't the only one affected, as the following discharge also hit the Leviathan. Two roars of pain soon followed, but thanks to that, Typhon was able to escape from the serpent's clutches.

Not caring about the collateral damage he caused, Baal immediately continued his onslaught by sending a white beam through Longinus.

Typhon's body reacted faster than his mind. He quickly wrapped his long tail around the Leviathan and threw her in the incoming attack trajectory.

A searing pain assaulted the Divine Beast's whole body as Typhon retreated to safety to get a small break. His initial plan of taking out the Leviathan had failed, but the final outcome was not unfavorable by any means, especially considering how it was thrashing around in agony.

Rest was something that Baal would not give him, though.

As soon as he retreated, he was received by a thrust from Poseidon's trident. Nevertheless, his quick reflexes allowed him to hit the shaft and deviate it from piercing his body. Typhon immediately countered with a punch in the God's face.

His troubles were not over yet as Poseidon suddenly grabbed the arm that had punched him, rooting him in place. Typhon roared in annoyance before headbutting the smaller being in front of him. However, the hold didn't lessen.

As the monster prepared to melt the individual before him with a fire breath to get free, a sensation of unprecedented danger covered his whole being. Out of nowhere, giant spears of light shot out from the ocean, impaling the two of them in numerous places without remorse.

What followed was a giant tornado of fiery red flames that engulfed them, scorching their bodies with unbearable heat.

It was only brief, but the result showed its effectiveness when a blackened figure quickly exited it. Typhon was swaying from side to side like a drunkard. His already charred skin from before was even more black, and small fragments of his flesh seemed to be falling like pieces of burned paper.

Now that Typhon was out, Baal didn't bother keeping his attack going anymore.

Once the tornado was gone, Poseidon was nowhere to be seen. Obviously, he had perished in the previous attack. With his disappearance, Baal's 'footing' was also lost. However, he simply unfurled a pair of wings to keep him in the air.

'Broken toys can only get so far, huh.' The Canaanite God mused silently. He then turned his head to the pathetic sight of Typhon almost crawling away from him. It was delightful, to say the least. Boring would be another adjective that worked as well.

Wordlessly, he revived Poseidon again. He could always use him as a distraction, if anything. Though he doubted it would be necessary, considering how the vermin was doing everything in his power to avoid a direct confrontation with him.

The monster in question just tried to regain his breath. His vision was a mess, probably thanks to the holes in his body that kept ejecting blood like a fountain.

One look behind him, and he could see his enemy and phantom images of him going left and right. However, there was one thing that was clear despite his poor vision, and that was the look of disinterest. As if he were doing something totally trivial that didn't arise the need for him even to try.

It was that look that infuriated him. That air of grandeur all Gods, without exception, had. The reason why he hated all of them greatly and the reason why he felt so much p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e at seeing the fear in their faces when they ran away. It was also the reason why he would not tolerate that sense of superiority.

"I am going... to slaughter you... and bath this ocean in your blood... fly." It was a sign of defiance, one that gave him the power needed to overcome his precarious situation.

Baal's eyes were full of ridicule as he kept listening to his rambling. Yet, the moment Typhon's last word exited his mouth, that ridicule disappeared only to be replaced with nothing. A void of emotions that didn't allow others to discern what he was feeling.

If they looked only at his face, that is.

The environment gave a good idea of it, though. A rain of lightning assailed the oceans regardless of the place. It didn't matter if it was the floating island linked to his own life or the water below.

Space was literally trembling as Baal's Magical Energy chaotically rampaged all around. A third arm suddenly grew out of his back with a bolt of lightning on its hand. Its arrival didn't come alone, though. A black horned helmet manifested on the God's head—a symbol of power and strength.

"I thought you were a coward, but you actually have the courage to call me like that, after all." Baal's voice was not mocking, disdainful, or cold for the matter. It was just devoid of emotions. Find authorized novels in , faster updates, better experience, Please click <a href="#&apos;s-help_52090924955663846">#&apos;s-help_52090924955663846</a> for visiting.

"A sore spot... from your defeat... against that pig?" Not minding what was happening in the surroundings, Typhon continued to taunt him. If it was because he already knew his fate and wanted to wound his opponent's pride before his demise, only he knew.

"I see... so those are your final words. Then, by all means, greet that unsightly creature from me in the underworld." Baal said no more. The arm holding the lightning bolt bulged as it arched backward in a throwing position.

It seemed to be a depiction of ancient times. A God high up in the sky, ready to deliver punishment onto those that dared to threaten his reign.

Typhon only stared ahead without much care. He wouldn't show weakness at this time.

As the monster prepared to receive Baal's attack, the world suddenly turned gray. Time seemed to be halting as well, with only him being able to perceive his surroundings correctly.

It was a bizarre occurrence without a doubt, but that didn't mean he had not seen worse. What brought his curiosity to a new high was the why of this event. His enemy didn't seem to be able to move in this frozen world, so this couldn't be his doing.

His answer soon came in the form of a lone figure walking on the halted waters in his direction. A man with brown skin and long white hair, part of it tied into a braid. His white and red outfit signaled him as a member of some royalty.

"Who... are you?" Typhon calmly directed his head downward to observe the newcomer. His voice contained traces of incredulity. He did not imagine there existed someone bold enough to interrupt a fight between two prominent figures such as them.

"Our name is of no importance. I only came here specifically to ask you a question. Do you still have the will to fight?" The man asked without much interest as if his answer would not cause any reaction from him regardless of what it was.

Silence permeated the air for a few seconds after his question. Typhon inched his head forward until his eyes were mere meters away from the white-haired man. "Do you even have to ask? I will not rest until all Gods are beneath my tail."

Both of them stared at each other for what seemed to be an eternity before the smaller figure opened his mouth again. "Very well. I await your results."

Saying that the man took a Holy Grail out of his c.h.e.s.t before tossing it into Typhon. The cup went inside as if entering a portal.

He didn't bother to check on the results. He simply turned around and started walking to whence he came.

In the middle of walking, he shot a glance at the flying island before frowning in contemplation. He had a feeling the God was not using it to its full potential. Naturally, he ignored his brethren inside the Golden Hind. He didn't have an interest in it.

As he was about to depart from the Singularity, the man spared one last glance to Baal. Their gazes seemed to meet for a fraction of a second, something theoretically impossible in this stopped world.

'I await our meeting. Your answer, will it be the same as mine?'

That man quickly disappeared, and judgment resumed immediately.