A Not So Evil God In Fate/Grand Order

'Tch. This will be troublesome, especially that big Dragon over there...' Seth couldn't help but click his tongue. They had five Servants and a Dragon while Chaldea had one properly good Servant, one incomplete, one who was still a newbie, a human Master and useless God. Things weren't looking too good.

Jeanne wasn't in a very good state. Although she always said that it was definitely 'her' who was committing all these atrocities, a part of her wanted to believe it was someone just framing and accusing her of all these crimes. Alas, the sight before them left no rooms for doubts.

Black Jeanne atop of the Dragon looked at her identical 'copy' before her eyes widened. She put a hand on her face and arched her head a little like she was going to burst into laughter. "Who knew such a thing could happen. This is bad, really bad. Someone, please pour some water on me, this is too funny I think I will die." She said and although her words made it sound like she was hearing the funniest joke in the world, her tone laced with disgust said otherwise.

Pointing at Jeanne, she spoke again. "Look, Gilles. Feast your eyes on this pathetic girl. What is she? A wimp? A mouse? A worm perhaps? Whatever she is doesn't change the fact they can't bring any sympathy from me! Ah...this country only knows how to depend on me. Truly a disgusting place, don't you think so Gilles?—Oh, we didn't bring him with us."

Gripping her flag tightly, Jeanne decided to question the other her. "Who are you?!" She shouted, making sure the black Jeanne could hear, even if she knew that as a Servant, she was perfectly capable of doing so.

"Who am I? I could ask you the same thing! But...I have no problem with answering. I'm Jeanne D'Arc, the saint devoted to France, worm." She said, not forgetting to add an insult at the end.

Without minding the insult, she said, "You and I are no Saints, that's the truth. What I really want to know is... Why did you attack this town—no. Why did you attack France?!"

"haha...HaHaHa...HAHAHAHAHA...STUPID! YOU ARE REALLY STUPID! You should understand if you are 'me'! I want to trample, destroy and make the people of France suffer! Why should I bother with other methods when physically crushing them is easier!" She said with a voice and expression that screamed craziness

"This woman is unhinged." Saber commented from the side, gaining a glare from the black Jeanne.

"What did you say, b*tch?! Do you want me to burn that icy look you have?!" She asked, clearly pissed off.

'Why are you annoying her more than she already is...' Was the thought on everyone's mind.

Jeanne, undisturbed by their conversation, responded to her other-self. "That's foolish. These people did nothing wrong!"

Black Jeanne returned her gaze to her and far from being in a better mood after stopping bickering with Saber, she looked even angrier. "Foolish? These people did nothing wrong?" WE are the foolish ones here, Jeanne D'Arc! Why would you want to bring salvation to a country that the only thing it did was betray us!" She said. At this point, all sarcastic pretenses were thrown aside and she was saying her true feelings, her feelings of betrayal.

Jeanne's eyes widened. "That is—!" She wanted to say something but was interrupted by the other her.

"It's enough. I won't be fooled anymore, I won't be betrayed anymore. I don't hear the voice of the Lord anymore, which means he has already abandoned this country. France has no salvation left!" She stopped Jeanne from speaking further.

"As long as the human race exists, so will my hatred. That's why I will kill them all and make this a place for the dead. It's the way I will bring salvation to this country, by my hands! The hands of the Saint who was reborn through death!" She spread her arms to the side while looking at the sky like he was telling her plan to God.

Setting her gaze to the astonished Jeanne, she continued. "But you wouldn't understand. A little girl playing the Saint, a pretty little holy v.i.r.g.i.n who pretends not to see hatred and joy, a girl who is incapable of human growth." She said the last part with a grin as if mocking her for being incapable of doing such a simple thing.

Jeanne took a step back unconsciously. "I..." before she could continue Seth hit the back of her head with his palm. "Get yourself together. Whether you can grow or not as a person, you will have to show it with actions, not with words."

"I understand but why did you have to hit me?" Her eyes were full of grievances.

"I'm still angry at you for not following orders and staying behind when I clearly told you to run." He said, making Jeanne avert her gaze out of embarrassment.

"Stop ignoring me! Do you think because now you have a stupid Master you will accomplish anything?! I see that you are still that country girl who knew nothing!" The black Jeanne screamed, seeing all of this play in front of her.

Recovering, Jeanne faced forward to ask a question one last time. "I don't think myself better than anyone, I never did. I just want to ask you something, are you really me?"

The black Jeanne, with a face that had 'I give up' written all over it, said. "You still have doubts? My rage is well-founded but you still don't understand?—No. You just don't have the will to do it. You prefer to stay the 'pure' Holy Maiden, understanding me would be the same as accepting your ugly side, wouldn't it?"

"But different from you, I understand. You are not Ruler or Jeanne D'Arc, you are just leftovers I threw away so I could get my revenge. If you were the same Heroic Spirit and class as I'm, I should have felt something, but I didn't. You are just a poor existence that isn't even real." She finished saying making Jeanne tremble a little.

Seeing this, Seth had the urge to sigh. It seemed she was really affected by this whole thing, more than he expected at least. If he was going to intervene, it was now or never.

"Don't get the wrong idea, if someone here isn't real, that would be you. It's true that you have the same nature as Heroic Spirits, but you are not really one. You are just an amalgamation of evil. Nothing more, nothing less." He said, making the black Jeanne's expression darken while the other Jeanne's expression lightened.

"What did you say...?" She asked in a small voice, but the fury contained in it wasn't small at all.

Seth didn't respond, he didn't have to. His words were conveyed and understood. If they were accepted or not was another matter.

Practically screaming, she ordered. "Berserker Assasin and Berserker Lancer, you finish off that country girl and the other b*tch. Berserker Saber and Rider, you stay here for now. I will personally burn that worm at the stake!" And with that, she jumped off the black Dragon and descended on the ground.

"Jeanne, help Saber, Mash, and Fujimaru against those two. Be careful, I can sense a strong scent of blood coming for them. You don't need to worry about the Dragon, it won't attack unless he wanted to burn his allies too." Materializing his spear, he gave orders to Jeanne before walking toward the Black Saint.

"Please, let me help you!" She said. Facing the other her alone was a bad idea!

"No, I already told you what you need to do. Are you planning to disobey me once more? My patience has a limit." The other Jeanne was dangerous, he knew. Even he wasn't sure if he could defeat her. But adding a Jeanne who was facing an identity crisis to the mix wouldn't make things better.

"..." Looking at his back for a second, she nodded. "I understand, please be careful." And with that, she went to the other's side to face Assassin and Berserker.

Black Jeanne was looking at all this with a cold smirk. "Finished saying your last words?" She asked, ready to enjoy the sight of the cold expression morph into one of despair.

Seth raised an eyebrow. "I don't remember saying I would perish at your hands, though." With no more words left to say, they dashed at each other.

Spear and flag clashed, their owners never looking away from each other. Seth tried to gain an advantage but it was impossible, for a girl who was small and looked weak, her strength was something else.

"Hahahahahahaha! How's that?! Not so confident anymore are you?" She madly laughed in the middle of their fight, not once believing she could be defeated.

"Calm down kid, you look like you need mental care." He said, making her eyes wide. 'Easy.' Finally finding a chance, he kicked the black Jeanne in her stomach.

Although she didn't get flown away nor did the kick hurt, she stayed in the same place, the top half of her face shadowed.

"Are you mocking me? ARE YOU MOCKING ME, YOU PIECE OF SH*T?!" Not again...she won't be mocked again, she won't be laughed at again!

"Language, little kid. You better calm yourself or you will get controlled by your own hate." Seth wanted to infuriate her. If she was angry she was prone to make mistakes he could exploit. It was a double edge sword though, facing a 'normal' Jeanne was difficult enough, facing an angry one wasn't exactly the dream. Although...a little advice escaped his lips, seeing this girl like this brought back memories he would rather forget.

Not saying anything anymore, she dashed toward him and swung her flag to his side. He put his spear on the way of the flag but the hit was so hard his arms trembled. Without much resistant, he was sent flying crashing into a wall.

'What is it with this sense of Déjà Vu. Is she the daughter of Berserker or something?' Seth couldn't help but complain. Being sent flying was becoming the norm for him.

Not leaving him any time to rest, she went for an attack against Seth who was still getting up using her flag in a piercing motion. Said man, quickly recovering, moved his head to the side, avoiding a hole in his forehead.

Grabbing her flag so she couldn't attack again, he put a hand on the corrupted Saint's face before slamming her into the ground creating a deep crack.

The eyes of Jeanne who could be seen between the gap of Seth's fingers were filled with hatred. Still on the ground, she unsheathed the black sword hanging on her waist before slashing at the man on top of her.

Before he could be hit, Seth released Jeanne from her grip and jumped backward. 'That was close...' He thought while looking at his stomach. A thin, barely visible red line could be found there.

"Hateful... Truly hateful!" She screamed. The time to play was over, she would show this insect in front of her the deepness of her hatred!

She positioned her flag in a vertical position and pointed her sword at him. "Your path has long since come to an end!" The Saint said. With her words, stakes started materializing on top of his head before they came crashing down at him.

Seth avoided the ones he could, and the ones he could not, he decided to block them with his spear. Fortunately, the rain of stakes didn't last long so he didn't have to waste much energy.

"You disgust me to the core, do you know that?" She said, spitting on the ground.

"Yes, I know. You aren't the first person to tell me that." He said, slight amus.e.m.e.nt in his voice.

"Why are you helping her? She is just a little girl who doesn't know a thing! She takes optimism to the extreme, someone like that will get you killed sooner or later!" She asked, her tone full of hate against both Jeanne and him.

"Well, you are right. That girl is overly optimistic, she tries to help people even if they don't want to be helped and the words 'it's none of your business' don't seem to reach her ears..." Seth started, and for the first time, Jeanne didn't find the guy that unpleasant.

"...but, she still tries, even if the world hates her, scorns her or insults her, she still tries. Despite everything, she didn't turn her back on the people she swore to protect. If I have to say a reason why I'm going to such lengths to help her, then the answer would be that stubbornness I like and hate so much at the same time."

Pausing a little, without minding the Jeanne whose expression was getting darker by the second, he continued. "Besides, you feel it, don't you? There's no way a mass of hate and evil like you can't." He finished.

"Indeed. I feel it, that shadow that hovers over you, the sins that won't leave you no matter how you try. That's why I thought you could understand me seeing as we are alike, but it seems that's impossible. As long as you stay by that idiot Saint's side, neither of us will reach an understanding." She said before lifting her sword.

"All evil is here..."