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It was here. 

I feel it before it arrives. I feel that ■■■■■ thrum in my hand, as though roused by the presence of something cut from the same cloth as it. 

Terrifying. It's terrifying. Its very existence sends a shudder through my core. 

If it were alone, then that would be one thing. It would merely be a hindrance if it were alone. 

But it is not. It is not, it is not, because of what is gripped in my hand.

I run. Before it even enters, I run, retreating for the place that it cannot enter. 

Futile. Futile. Futile. This mere walls cannot stop it. I know that. I have witnessed it crush such things like tearing paper. 

It is here. It is here for the ■■■■■. 

I call out to 'myself'. I do not answer, as this 'me' has grown too distant from the source. 

I call out to her. She does not answer, as she has never once heard my voice.

They will not help me. They cannot hear me, and so they will not help me.

No. No, no, no. I cannot allow this. I cannot allow it to become whole. But, that is precisely what will happen. 

It will become whole again. That profane thing. That disgusting thing. 

Trampling over gods and men, a calamity that brings nothing but meaningless tragedies. 

I cannot allow it. 

My death is not something I fear, but I fear the deaths that it will bring if it unifies. 

My death is not something I fear, but if this 'me' dies, then all I have seen will have been for nothing. All of this determination will have been for nothing. All of the suffering born from this war will have been for nothing. 

I want them to be happy. 

Smile, and laugh, and love. 

They all deserve it, but it will not come to pass. That thing will trample over those dreams. That thing will tear apart all. 

...and even if it does not, even if it is not allowed to unify, the true demon of these tragedies will occur. 

The thought jars me back to reality. Away from the thoughts of that monster which stands so close, I return to the thoughts of the greater monster that I swore to oppose.

I stare down at the ■■■■■ once again.

The screams wrack my body once again. Not from me, but from them. The wails of the damned and forsaken. The tragedies of this world. The hundreds of thousands who have met their end in this place, pointlessly torn from the world. Dying meaninglessly, without wishes, without will.

The ■■■■■ is held in my hand, a white-knuckle grip. I know what this is. I know that its evil is of the same nature as that which terrified me so, mere seconds earlier. I know what I will be inviting if I use it, but...

"...I..."

I turn my mind to steel. 

For their happiness, I silence that last bit of hesitation. 

It is too much. It is all too much. 

I cannot see any good that [b]you[/b] bring about. I cannot see anything that redeems you. So, I must act.

...ah, forgive me. 

My allies, my family, my closest friend, please forgive me. I'm sorry, but I can't hold this back any longer. 

I cannot allow these tragedies to continue. I cannot allow this present to fester.

And to [b]you[/b], you who creates these tragedies, you who does nothing in the face of those tragedies, I swear it-

For everyone's sake, I will break you. 

To make a world where everyone is happy, I will destroy everything you are. 

I will shatter every edict you pronounce. 

I will tear out your foundation from this planet. 

I will incinerate any trace of your existence. 

...hate you. 

I hate you.

You damnable, unforgivable monster. You eyeless tyrant. 

[b]Human Order.[/b]

I turn the ■■■■■ so that it faces myself. A resigned smile plays on the edges of my lips.

I focus my mind. This space is just as much an extension of my body as it is of my friend's. I concentrate what it has collected upon me. That will be sufficient to serve as a foundation. What is then needed is a spark.

I will save this world. I will save the humans in it. And so, in order to do that...

For their happiness-

[h3][b][center][color=bc8dbf]"I REJECT MY DIVINITY, CHIRON!"[/color][/center][/b][/h3]

-I plunge the spear into myself, and I invoke its power.

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From her perspective, the perspective of the Saber who had entered the bar, there was little beyond confusion. 

There was a balding man staring at a wall in silence. 

There was nothing. 

And then...

-The world broke.

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[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/gQEw31h.png[/img] [h2][color=bc8dbf]Dionysus (?)[/color][/h2][i][h3]Pelion’s Pub, Edge of Shinto[/h3][/i][/center]
A spear which denied gods entered a god. 

The blood that denied nothingness entered a being of nothingness. 

The grudges and misfortunes of hundreds of thousands entered a vessel for wishes.

And so, Dionysus screamed. 

His spiritual foundation broke and reformed countless times in a single instant. It was wrong. It was horribly, terrifyingly wrong. However, what would occur here was already a foregone conclusion.

His will held on in spite of this. That love of humanity burned brilliantly, refusing to cow its head. 

...and so, something terrifying was born. 

From the sky, a god of the earth watched in horror. 

From the stars, the sun that stood overhead laughed in mirth. 

From the beyond, a white comet paused in confusion.

...the process was brief. 

When it ended, the effects were obvious. The space he had occupied, the Noble Phantasm of Chiron, was entirely different. It was in the state that it had been immediately after being created. The countless grudges and misfortune it had drunk in had been spent, used to fuel the creation of the being that stood inside of it. 

It emerged from the wall that Chiron had been staring at, from the partitioned-off space that the Archer had designed on a whim, calling it a 'VIP section'.

And so, from the ashes, a new life burned. 

The thing stood, its components reshaping and recongregating themselves into the form of Dionysus. However, its eyes were not those of Dionysus. They were not the eyes of a god, or even a man who became a god. They were the eyes of a savior looking upon a world that tired him. 

What stands here is not Dionysus. 

It is not the sea of lamentations that this space had aggregated. It is not the sun floating overhead. It is not the wandering star. It is all of those. It is none of those. From their synthesis, something utterly new has arisen.

Monster of fear, freedom, and folly. Let us reveal you to the world.

[b]Anthropic Principle Liberation Formula, Eleutherios.[/b]

Its Class has been determined. God and bartender are merely false titles. 

Born from sorrow, it is the great disaster that most bears humanity’s heart. 

[center][h3]Its name is the [b][u]Beast I[/u][/b]. 

That which was birthed by mankind’s enslavement to their own laws, the Beast carrying the principle of "freedom".[/h3]

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