[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/FUQYsr4.png[/img] [h2][color=aba000]Chiron [Lily][/color][/h2][i][h3]Pelion’s Pub, Edge of Shinto[/h3][/i] [@Reflection][/center] The newly-arrived Servant and Master caused the Archer's eyes to glint in bemusement. Yes, this man, a Saber if his mention of a sword was any indication, was undoubtedly a 'hero'; the immaterial radiance he gave off was an indication of that much. [color=aba000]"...trade? Kid, don't be fuckin' dumb. Just cause yer my competita' doesn't mean I'm boutta turn away someone who comes ta my bar askin' for help, 'specially after dealin' with some dipshit earlier today." [/color] He replied with a shrug as he stepped inside his territory. The grin across his face spread slightly with those next words from the Saber. [color=aba000]"...hey, horse kid, talk ta me later, will ya? Ya Servant's got some issues I'mma clean up first."[/color] Taking a seat on a barstool, the Archer's eyes glinted. "Love, huh?" He murmured out softly, an almost wistful light entering those eyes. [color=aba000]"Love's somethin' important, but ya can't let it control ya, aight kid? Hate, hate's easy. Hate thins out tha more ya use it. Love? Love just gets stronga. Love drives you with an obsession ya can't curb, turns ya into somethin' that'll bare its fangs against a peaceful present in tha name of it. So, don't let ya love control ya. Contain it, undastand it. Don't reject it, don't leave it unfetta'd. If ya let it take ya over, if ya let it consume ya, then ya ain't you anymore. Then ya nothin'." "It ain't a squabble ta me. Ya've got a fire in ya eyes, ya've got a will that I can admire, but ya gotta temper it." [/color] A soft exhale left him as she shook his head, expression clearing up. [color=aba000]"...so, I'll tell ya what. I'm gonna give ya a gift. I'll give ya what ya need to beat whateva's in ya way, ta take ya swooooord back and win ya love, but here's the snag. If ya go too far, if ya lose yaself to that love and turn from a hero inta a monsta in its name, then ya'll force my hand." [/color] Turning his head to the bartender, his eternal brother, he spoke. [color=aba000]"...Donnie, he's got a god's poison in 'im. Looks to be a notch weaka' than the hydra's stuff against non-Greeks. Gimme somethin' that'll alleviate the symptoms, but keep tha cause. He gets stronga' when shit's stacked against 'im, so leave enough behind that th' ability of 'is stays in effect. Heal 'im, but also keep that continuous buff goin'."[/color] And so, a glass of wine was poured, one that held the promise of changing the face of this war. [hr] [center][img]https://i.imgur.com/T6lyWEF.png[/img][h2][color=e8736d]Devil's Mask of Primordial Rupture: False World Shaytan-Ea[/color][/h2][i][h3]Za Boat, Harbor[/h3][/i] [/center] Light. Light, light, searing light. That light of the ruined tree, a might on par with even a great Noble Phantasm, streaked towards the ship. The planet wailed. Prana gushed from around the mask in preparation of the strike of the tree. [color=e8736d]"...heh, don't hold back."[/color] She was not speaking to the tree that had been leveled by their assault. No, like the tree itself speaking to the world...she was speaking to the light that was enveloping space...or rather, she was speaking to the planet itself. The ten magi's voices were unified as they spoke to the planet, as their prayer for a miracle was realized. In an instant, as if the gush of prana prior was a mere prelude, several times more erupted, a veritable tornado enveloping the mask's form. It was a concept that propagated life. An ember formed to traverse the terror of Genesis. One that made hell Paradise. Unfazed by the separation of Heaven and Earth. From past to future, from future to eternity. Connecting the land and the sea to the sky. Because life was carved with the terror of sin, men shall even purge their genes. A mask and a curse. She was a demon and an instrument. -And since the world was already hell, humans shall make it a paradise and purge the fire of Genesis. A song with the words forgotten. A melody without any notes. Yes, for if that light you throw forth is born from "life"... Then I will show you something which surpasses that life itself. Listen here, for now and forever I proclaim- I am the world that sunders the Void. I am the demon who shatters all lies. I am the primordial rupture that severs all obstacles. I am Shaytan-Ea. And before me... [h3][center][b][color=e8736d]"A world like you does not deserve to exist---!"[/color][/b][/center][/h3] The lights met. [center] [sub]Death.[/sub] The world of the devil's mask. [sub]Life.[/sub] The world of the divine tree.[/center] The two worlds clashed forces. It was a cataclysm that tore space apart for an instant, and throughout the expanse... -"Life" was utterly crushed. [hr] [color=a2d39c]"W~ow, good work Shaytanea, you sure showed that beam what for! Here, have some oregano!"[/color] [color=e8736d]"...th-thank you."[/color]