A Not So Evil God In Fate/Grand Order

(A/N: In case someone is confused, this is taking place simultaneously as the events on the island with Stheno.)

It's been a day since his talk with Stargazer. Seth was still in the Throne Room, sitting on the stairs, when a soldier barged in with hurried steps, after kneeling in front of him, he finally spoke. "Sir, we have a problem! Our scouts spotted enemy soldiers near our capital. I'm afraid it won't be long before they get here!"

"I know." Seth simply reply as he looked down on the soldier who was trembling a little in his kneeling position.

"W-What should we do, Sir?" The soldier asked with a shaky voice. Just being near this man gave him a suffocating feeling.

"Is the Army ready to march?" He answered his question with another question. Although he could deal with this himself without help, he wasn't a charity. They were soldiers who fought for Rome, and as such, should defend it with their own hands. Of course, with the involvement of Servants, the thing changes.

"Y-Yes, Sir! We are only awaiting orders!" The kneeling soldier gave an affirmative answer, not minding the fact that he didn't answer his question. He was too afraid to care about such things.

"Tell them to wait at the gates of the city. I will be giving them orders about how to proceed when I get there." After saying that, he closed his eyes and paid no more attention to the soldier in front of him.

The messenger, taking this as a sign that his job was over, saluted Seth before parting. He needed to convey his words to the other soldiers.

The moment he was gone, Seth opened his eyes once again. "I doubt fighting him would be a challenge. Still, I guess I will entertain myself by playing with his own rules. That pest said what I'm seeking is near, so this is going to be an appetizer until then, I guess."

'I better get going. I doubt that man will just wait this time.' Thinking until there, he stood up and started walking toward the barracks.

When the soldiers saw him, they immediately gave way without asking any questions. Seth didn't mind this as he wasn't here to interact with them.

Going further ahead, he reached a chamber where the weapons were stacked in two rows near the walls for the army to pick up. However, he didn't spare them a glance and continued walking.

After many twists and turns, Seth arrived at an old room that looked like no one has been there in many years. The room had no windows, making it a place as dark as night. Spiderwebs adorned the corners, picturing a creepy sight for those who were faint of heart.

Not minding all of this, Seth walked into it and only stopped when he was in front of what seemed to be a Pithos half his size. Despite there being no light, he could see a somewhat rusty spear lying inside it. That spear was as average as it could get, it was composed of a wooden shaft and a pointed tip in the form of a black arrowhead.

"To think you would end up in this kind of place, I find it...ironic." He said while looking at the spear, the world didn't give justice to its legend.

At his words, the spear shook a little before moving on its own. At incredible speed, the spear pierced Seth's c.h.e.s.t and stabbed itself on the wall behind him.

The spear left a hole the size of a baseball ball on his c.h.e.s.t. From the said hole, burn marks started appearing and expanding to his whole body.

"What? Did you get angry because I said your current state was ironic, so you tried to burn me?" Unfazed by this, Seth turned around and asked the spear stuck in the wall.

This time, the spear did nothing and just remained where it was. 'And now you are giving me the cold shoulder? Honestly, sentient weapons are such a pain.'

As if it could hear his thoughts, Seth's spear materialized and started floating in the air with its tip pointing at his head. "Alright, alright. You don't have to get so worked up."

He then ignored his weapon and walked toward the spear that was still attached to the wall. With each step he took, the burn marks stopped expanding, and the wound on his c.h.e.s.t began to close.

"Now that we greeted each other, I believe it's time to meet our enemies." The moment he grabbed and unstuck the spear from the wall, the whole room lit in yellow light.

"Stop with the show and continue to sleep, I don't need you at full-power for now." In agreement with Seth, his original spear released a wave of darkness that consumed the light, returning the room to its original state.

Having done everything he wanted to do, he made his way back out of the barracks. Along the way, he picked a simple, rounded shield that was lying around, something surprising to him since Roman soldiers used rectangular ones. Still, it helped what he was about to do, so he didn't give it much thought.

When he was exiting the building, he noticed the number of soldiers was less than before, so it was safe to assume the majority of them were waiting for him on the outskirts of the city.

...

The moment Seth arrived at the city gates, he noticed a couple of thousand soldiers orderly standing in rows, forming multiple rectangles. Their heads were facing opposite to the walls.

"General, we have been waiting for you!" The one who spoke was Marcus, the soldier they met previously.

He didn't remember becoming a General, but whatever, how he was named was of no importance to him. "Relay my orders to the soldiers, tell them to go west, and wait until the enemy army gets close. You will then flank them and retreat little by little, make sure they follow you."

Marcus didn't understand his intentions, so he decided to voice out his doubts. Different from the soldiers, he didn't feel that sense of fear they always complained about between themselves. "But there is a crucial problem; I doubt their Commander would order his soldiers to chase us. Most probably, he would order his soldiers to ignore our troops and continue his advance. Considering the size of the enemy army, he can do it without worrying about being attacked on their rearguard."

"Don't worry about it. The enemy Commander knows someone similar to him is here; he won't needlessly throw his troops to their deaths." Seth reassured Marcus.

"Are you sure of this decision? Our army is still greatly outnumbered." He didn't want to contradict him so much; he just wanted to know their General knew what he was doing.

"Yes, you just have to do as I say and you will be fine. Now go, our foes are going to be arriving soon." The Egyptian God commanded his supposed subordinate before advancing to the frontlines to wait for his opponent.

Marcus released a light sigh. He then went to inform the Senior Officers, who, in turn, would notify the soldiers under their command. However, when they heard the orders, they immediately opposed them, going as far as to insult Seth, cataloging him as a fool who didn't understand a single thing.

One of them even left his position and approached him. As he got near, he extended his hand to grab Seth's shoulder. "Hey, who do you think you are?! If you believe we are going to follow orders from an ignorant foreigner like you then—" Before he could finish, Seth threw his shield onto the ground, turned around, and grasped the man's neck.

Lifting him off the ground, the black-haired man looked directly into his eyes. "Listen here, you useless piece of garbage. If I tell you to do something, you do it without complaints. Am I clear enough?" Even though he asked him, the man couldn't answer as the grip on his neck was getting tighter.

"I can be very patient. However, if you think nobodies like you and the other retards can come here and scream at my face, then you are gravely mistaken." The man's face was getting bluer by the second. He entirely concentrated on breathing; listening to his words was not a luxury he could afford at the moment.

"Try to remember that wherever you are going." The Officer started burning from his limbs. His mouth opened as if he were trying to scream, but only a sick gurgle escaped. The onlookers were terrified, seeing this sight.

In just a few moments, the man completely burned away. Not even a second later, everyone who had been on the same boat as him, shared the same fate.

Now, their army had, a hundred or so, fewer members. The ones who were left were trembling in fear.

"Does any of you want to say something?" Seth asked while looking at them with unamused eyes. He didn't raise his voice to speak, but it was heard loud and clear.

"..." A big silence enclosed the whole legion of troops. No one dared to move even a muscle, except for the involuntary shake from the sheer terror they were feeling.

"You only have to shut up and follow orders, and there is one more thing..." Dark clouds started forming in the sky, the sound of rumbling thunder made its way into their ears, and the world around them turned gray.

"...If you don't kill at least two soldiers, you can forget about returning to Rome alive." They suddenly felt like they were an insignificant existence compared to the man in front of them; his features were becoming obscured, and only a demon that relished on their suffering remained.

Just then, a change started happening in the soldiers. Every one of them who had fear in their hearts began to hyperventilate; veins bulged like worms across their skin, and their eyes lost all signs of clarity.

This army had become a copy of the Lord of the Red Land's. Although it was far from the original's level of strength, it will be enough to face ordinary soldiers, even if the enemy outnumbers them.

"Marcus, lead these men to battle as per the plan. They won't utter a word and just fight with all they have got until the end." Seth addressed the only sane person that remained. Marcus never feared him, so he was the only one that wasn't under the effect of his manipulation.

He sighed again for the nth time. He may not be affected, but that didn't mean he wasn't shocked. However, he still needed to do his job. "As you command, General!" With a salute of respect, he went to comply with his orders.

'Well, that sure put me in a bad mood. I guess I needed to vent some frustration I had acc.u.mulated with the others' attitude.' Seth shook his head; he should do this once in a while to keep a clear state of mind.

With everything done, the black-haired man took advantage of the storm he created and disappeared in lightning just to reappear near atop of a large hill some kilometers away.

Looking at the distance, he could see a considerable number of troops moving in his direction. A man who was, without a doubt, a Servant was leading them.

'Let's mess with him a little.' Seth raised his new spear in the air and spun it before slamming it onto the ground. Tremors followed, and the hill split perfectly in two.

He then lightly descended in the space created after its separation and just waited for them to come.

...

Leonidas, seeing the event happening from afar, slightly narrowed his eyes under his helmet. "Men, don't be afraid! We will continue marching!" He gave a speech to the soldiers who started to have worried faces after witnessing that.

After half an hour, the King and his army finally reached the hill where Seth awaited them. "So you are the one who did this? What is your intention?" After stopping his soldiers with a raise of his hand, Leonidas directly asked him.

"It was indeed me, as for my intention, to have fun, I guess?" Seth calmly replied to him as he rested his spear against his shoulder.

"I see. You are not going to let us pass and conquer the city, are you?" Leonidas asked again.

"I'm afraid not. If you want Rome, you will have to come and take it." Seth responded, amus.e.m.e.nt flashing in his eyes.