A Not So Evil God In Fate/Grand Order

He didn't know when it started, but before long, he had a pile of corpses behind him. The sand, previously yellow, was now red with the blood of his enemies.

He didn't stop, though. That man kept advancing time and time again. Like a mindless beast, he laughed as he stepped on the fallen bodies of comrades and foes alike.

However, time was bound to make him regain his sanity. Still, was that the right thing to happen? One by one, images of what he had done in his madness began playing in his mind, sinking him in an abyss of regret.

What he had sworn to that person not to become, become he did. But even as his heart hurt due to his broken promise, something whispered for him to continue.

He didn't have anyone anymore, his hands killed all the people he had come to care for, and the rest were just illusions, were fake. Even so, that thing whispered to his ears. It told him everything was going to be okay as long as he stayed with it.

Days, weeks, months, years. That voice tortured his mind for a long time, never ceasing. The only thing keeping him sane was the d.e.s.i.r.e to murder the person that started it all.

It got to a point where he couldn't take it anymore. It was the constant whispering, the memories, the feelings of regret, everything. He just wanted to end it, once and for all. Nothing mattered anymore, he just thought of escaping, like the coward he was.

Despite his wishes, he wouldn't let those bastards have the p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e of seeing his final moments. That's why he went around the world in a quest, a quest to die.

That thing, that curse would stop him if he wanted to kill himself, so searching for someone to do it was the best option he had.

From place to place, from Pantheon to Pantheon. He visited many lands, searching for a God to kill him, but everyone refused. They either didn't want to start a war or were too afraid of him.

His quest only stopped when he met a strange woman. She wasn't afraid of him or from the repercussions of killing another God. She laughed at him, saying that he looked more like a pathetic insect than anything.

He simply ignored her words, choosing not to bother and be done with it. The two being one of the strongest gods, they decided to move to another celestial body to fight.

Their battle lasted months. In that time, neither of the two spoke one word, they just fought. In the end, the woman was the winner. However, the moment he awaited, his death never came.

"Why aren't you finishing me off?" The man asked the woman, watching her from the corner of his eyes.

"And when was it that I became something you could order around? Do you want to die that badly?" Her voice was very majestic, carrying with it the true dignity of a superior person. Yet, strangely enough, it was still alluring.

"That's the idea." His voice was now weary and without strength behind it.

"Hoh...I do not know if you are courageous or merely stupid. I have never eaten a God before; I wonder how they taste. Why do we not find out?" The woman raised her eyebrows at the audacity of the man in front of her.

"I don't mind. Do what you want." Those were all the words she needed. Transforming in a beast of incredible proportions, she opened her mouth and swallowed him whole.

Finally, he was free. A smile of relief formed on his face, one that overshadowed the voices in his head. His countless years of mental torture were over.

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"..." Why? Why did he still hear those voices? Why did the pain from their battle remain? Why did he feel alive? All his confusion cleared the moment he opened his eyes.

He was in a place that many people would call paradise. It was a garden full of the most beautiful flowers, small ponds here and there, and a small waterfall that brought endless water to the landscape.

Still, the man paid no attention to this, not that he could appreciate beauty anyway. He just looked at the woman who was sitting leisurely near him.

"Do not overthink it, little dog. Your taste was just so bad I ended up vomiting you." She displayed a smug smile, amused by the look he was giving her. Of course, the real reason was just to have fun out of his expenses, the more he wanted to die, the more she would keep him alive.

"You sadistic fox..." Those were the only words he could squeeze, but instead of provoking her into killing him as he d.e.s.i.r.ed, it only made her smile more.

"I am sure I will have a fun time playing with you." Her nine tails swayed left and right, signifying her delight at the sight of a new way to entertain herself.

For thousands upon thousands of years, she kept him in her garden. Always making sure he wouldn't regenerate enough to move.

In the first years, he never answered when she spoke to him. But eventually, out of boredom, he began to engage in conversations with her. The topics were random, but they helped him to pass the time. He had to endure her making fun of him in almost every sentence, though.

Before long, the voices in his head receded, something which he wasn't exactly thrilled about, considering what situation he had to face, and still was facing, for that to happen.

There were times where other Gods came to visit her, but they ignored the wounded man on the ground, opting for averting their eyes, lest they also joined him.

This 'imprisonment' continued until the man gave up on killing himself, already coming to peace with what he had done, and only desiring to start anew now, something that the Goddess noticed.

"How many years has it been? You were a good source of amus.e.m.e.nt while you lasted." The woman said. At this point, she didn't bother in maintaining him wounded anymore, letting him regenerate all he wanted instead.

"Thirty-five thousand nine hundred and seventy-eight years." The man responded with his eyes closed, seemingly in deep thought.

"Were you that bored to count them?" His answer amused the fox Goddess. Still, she was also surprised by it. Time is such a meaningless thing to them that there is no need to consider it.

"At first...but then it became a routine." There weren't many things you could do while lying on the ground like a corpse for thousands of years, after all.

"What do you plan to do anyway? You do not have a purpose, and the world is celebrating your absence. Honestly, you are a pitiful fellow." She looked at the man who now had his eyes open, gazing at the empty sky. Maybe it reflected how he felt, who knows?

One minute, one hour, one day, one week, he kept thinking about the answer he was going to give, but he came empty-handed. "I don't know. There are countless things I want to do, but I just don't have the motivation to do them." He reached his hands at the sky as he said so as if trying to grasp something.

"Is that so?..." She also looked at the sky before returning to look at him. "Why do not you stay here? I have come to find your presence oddly calming. Plus, your Mana constantly feeds my garden."

Contrary to her expectations, his answer came fairly quickly. "Why not...As strange as it may sound, you are the only person I can freely speak right now."

"What about that barbarian? I thought he was your friend." Now that she got a satisfactory answer, her mood visibly improved. She still kept the dignified air around her, though.

"I can't look at him in the eyes after what I did to him. It's better if we go our separate ways from now on." He said after a sigh. He was tired mentally more than anything.

"Do not worry. We will find new ways to amuse ourselves in this boring world." She then approached him and extended her hand.

"Is amus.e.m.e.nt the only thing you think about?" He wrily smiled while taking her hand. She kept him here for that reason alone, and now she sought more? This woman was something else.

"Indeed. I do not have any other preoccupations, after all." She didn't feel shame in admitting it; on the contrary, she was proud of doing so.

That day, they became companions in a strange search for a simple goal. The woman would lead the way while the man would just follow her like some sort of butler. However, he was okay with it. He didn't have a purpose, and if she could give him one this way, then it was fine.

The woman would try different things that could make them enjoy their boring life more, while he would stop her if she went too far.

It didn't have to be something big, sometimes they just stayed together, quietly watching the sunset. Sometimes the two would cause small misunderstandings between the other Gods to make them fight among themselves.

An unrestrained woman and a man that disappeared from his place of origin without anyone minding it. The two pained quite the sight.

Spending many more years together, it didn't surprise both would fall in love with each other. But there was a problem, she was too proud to admit it, and he didn't want to face it after his past experiences.

This state of 'stagnation' let to awkwardness between the two. So much so that they began to distance themselves from one another. To add to that, the voices in the man's head returned, this time even louder than before.

These voices would always whisper for him to kill the woman, something he refused to do. In the end, he fell seriously ill, a strange occurrence for his kind. He spent his days lying in the same place where he stayed all those years ago. With each passing one, he would look worse and worse.

One day, the woman decided to talk to him again, but what she found scared her to the core. He was pale as a ghost, and he seemed to have some strange vines moving inside his body, eating him away.

She immediately ran to his side and held him between her arms. "Fool! What did you do?! Why did you not tell me this was happening to you?!"

The man barely mustered up the strength to tilt his head and look at her. He couldn't form words, so he spoke telepathically to her. 'They whisper to me... You need to go away.'

Even in this state, he could kill the defenseless her. That's why he wanted her to get away from him. His mind wouldn't be able to withstand killing another precious person, especially the one he had come to love.

However, she ignored his warning. Instead, she hugged him as hard as she could as if to reassure him that everything was going to be okay. "Fool! Fool! Fool!" She repeated the same words as tears streamed down her face.

What did her pride matter at this point? When the person she loved was in this miserable state? She just wanted to stay with him forever, no matter what. The woman felt so useless. What was the point of all her powers if she couldn't even protect him?

A little clarity returned to his foggy mind the moment he saw her cry. His remaining sanity gained the strength it needed to fight back, a power born from a wish. A wish to not see her cry anymore.

'Kill her...'

'No.'

'Kill her.'

'No.'

'KILL HER! YOU ONLY NEED US!'

'Shut up.'

'WE WILL NEVER ABANDON YOU! FOREVER WE WILL TAKE CARE OF YOU! JUST KILL HER! YOU WON'T SUFFER ANYMORE. WE ARE HERE FOR YOU!'

'I told you to shut up.'

'WHY?! WE HAVE TAKEN CARE OF YOU! WE GAVE YOU THE POWER TO AVENGE THEM! WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS?!'

'And I already repaid you with years of madness.'

'WE ARE YOUR PARENTS! THE ONLY ONES WHO CARE ABOUT YOU! YOU ARE GOING TO LEAVE US FOR SOMEONE FROM THEIR SIDE?!'

'Listen here, Evil. I don't have anything to do with you anymore. I abandoned the Sea of the Gods a long time ago, and I gave you most of my powers. Leave me live my life alone.'

'...'

'In time...you will call for us. You always do...'

Those were the final words before his mind finally regained its clarity. Color returned to his skin and the vines eating him from within burned away.

The woman immediately noticed the changes and smiled at him through her tears. "You are the one who is a fool...what would you have done if I ended up killing you?" He asked her. He was trying not to fall asleep. The tiredness from resisting that voice was immense.

She quickly wiped away the tears in her eyes as she gained a confident look. "If that happened, I would have taken you down with me so we could enjoy the underworld together."

A small chill ran down his spine. "You could have phrased that a bit better..." That was the weirdest love confession he had ever heard in his life. And he has been living for more than a hundred thousand years.

"What? Would you not want that?" Her tone pretty much forced him to agree. Still, it wasn't like he would want anything different.

"It sounds perfect to me." He answered before succ.u.mbing to his tiredness and falling asleep. That answer was everything the woman needed. She gently picked him up and took him to rest in a more comfortable place.

From that moment on, they became inseparable.

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Altera slowly opened her eyes. Looking around, she noticed her Master, who was beside her. "What happened?" She asked him, not comprehending the situation.

"You fell asleep. You must have been tired from all that training." Seth calmly answered her.

"I had a strange dream... It's difficult to describe." She could remember the dream very clearly, but the faces were all blurred, as well as the voices.

"Did that dream end well?" He asked her out of nowhere, confusing Alter slightly.

"Yes... Yes, I think so." At least it looked like that to her. She wasn't used to this 'happy ending' thing, so she doesn't know for sure.

"Is that so..." A faint smile appeared on his face. "I'm glad then."