"The End of Kalameet?"

He endured.

Something impossible before the impossible. An ability that couldn't be done was performed and was done. Death is something that could never touch him, even if it wanted to. To remove Creation, Time, and End from itself would be an error in of itself; for removing Creation, Time, and End, would remove everything else, effectively killing off anything else. An error. A tiny, tiny small error.

Death of Creation.

Death of Time.

Death of End.

Nothing?

No. There could be nothing for that would be the end, and if that was the end then there could not be no such thing as the death of end. An error was present, even if it was the slightest error, it still gave him something before the death god could kill him inside of this madness that was present.

A way to escape presented itself to him.

He slowed timed to a fraction of itself, and in that instant he summoned a wall that could hold the gaze of the death god for another fraction of a second, before placing a marker around him and the wall. 

"L-" 

He died as he muttered the beginning of a word... only for time itself to reset itself. He could feel his being tear back and forth from the Throne of Heroes and The Holy Grail.

"-an-"

Again, he died. This time it was far more crueler than before, the pain far harsher... only for time to reset once again.

"-ce"

Another death had happened. He lost count of how many deaths he had faced before thinking of the plan to bring forth the weapon that he was now bringing forth from the vault of Creation.

"of"

Was it the thirtieth.. or was it perhaps the sixtieth? All that he knew was that he had to keep on despite how much madness and pain was being inflicted upon him. 

"Lo-"

Again it happened. To die over and over again in a loop. He started to want it... to crave it... to just stop refreshing the marker and allow himself to die.

"-ng-"

But he kept on. He continued to move his body despite how much it was burning and killing him... despite the immense pain that was surging through him and screaming at him to kneel over like a dog a die.

"-i-"

He ignored his body's cries. Despite his cruelties, there was one thing that he cherished more than anything. As the first being... he wasn't out about to be outdone by some cheap trick like this.

"-NUS!"

And then, it shattered. The Reality Marble. The God of Death. The countless cycle of deaths... Everything was shattered. 

The only thing that remained, was a bright light.

----

"Return"

Kalameet returned to where he was previously at, inside of the church and before Caster on top of his ship which was now incapable of moving, or doing anything for that matter. 

"That was quite the hell you put me through, Caster, but it reminded me why I should never let me guard down," he said as he walked towards Caster, twirling the lance in his hands with great skill. As he approached the now frozen Caster, he grinned at him. "Curious as to why your cheap little trick didn't work on me? It's simple... The Lance of Longinus cancels any Noble Phantasm, Magic, Protection and other things... it's a very, very valuable Noble Phantasm, my most prized one if I do say so myself. Although, you do know of its true ability, no?" he said before repeating the same scenario as before, except for this time, he killed Syndra, and then pierced Caster straight through the heart, "the ability to erase one's existence forever and prevent their summoning... goodbye, Caster... for good this time." 

Just as before, he cut off his link with the rest of the Masters andhis four brothers vanished as he hopped down back onto land, before he began strolling towards the church, and fixed the once broken wall with a quick flick of his finger. 

"All done, my dear. Shall we wait for our next guests?" he said without a care as he took a seat upon his normal chair... acting as if what had just transpired was perfectly normal, and as if it wasn't that big of a deal, or a huge concern for that matter. The maiden however, just stood there, tears flowing from her eyes as she fell to her knees and whimpered at what Kalameet had just done.

A repeat of what she had feared, had happened. Another hero, had been erased.