Twisted desire

[miyuskye]

M6, settima settimana

Prompt: Tramandato per l'eternità
Fandom: Fate/Grand Order
Pairing: kinda Gilles/Jeanne (Alter) ma di base è Gilles che fanboya sulla sua Holy Maiden
543 w

Gilles could just stare as the item he held in his hands kept shining and emitting mana from itself. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. He didn’t have any recollection of his previous summons in the Holy Grail Wars, so he wasn’t completely positive that something like that didn’t happen before. However, in the back of his mind, he was sure of it. If he had his wish granted by the Holy Grail, in some way, he would be able to remember it.

The emotions filling his heart right at that moment were so grandiose and magnificent he wasn’t able to fully describe them. He was sure, though, that he would remember that moment even after returning to the Throne room. If he would ever return to the Throne room he giddily told himself. All his life he had been remembered for being scrawny and tiny, when he stil wasn’t enlightened and believed blindly and foolishly in something called God. But then, he saw the light; and wished for Jeanne to see it too. He was sure that, even when he was summoned during the previous wars his desires were always mocked and regarded as impure by the majority of the other Heroic Spirits. Just so you wait, fools. This time, his twisted desire granted by the Grail, would make him go down in history. To be honest, he already was. The strange and mysterious man who made him that wonderful present surely wished for a rotten world as he did. The vengeance and the hatred he harbored for humans – the same humans who condemned him in life – will be passed down for eternity, through every generation. Pity that, sooner than later, there would be no generation nor human left in that useless world.

 Laughing heartily, he watched as from the mana emitted from the Grail a figure began to emerge. A figure he would never forget as it was his most hidden and wanted desire becoming true. After the astounding light had dissipated, he was stunned by the beauty of his Holy Maiden.

She maintained the dignity and fierceness he remembered from when he was alive and believed in his home country but, right now, she was a hundred times more gorgeous. Ever since falling into corruption, he always desired just one thing: to be able to push into the same corruption the woman he revered and loved deeply through his whole life. And there she was: black armor covering her features, while leaving some skin in naughty places for him to look at and – oh god – her face and expression. In her eyes he could see, the ferocity and the hatred his beloved Jeanne should have felt for her home country, who betrayed her so cruelly. When she finally spoke, Gilles knew the Grail had made the finest work of art of his beloved. Her voice left her throat in a heinous way, but somehow it was still full of grace and dignity.

“The Holy Maiden you knew is no more. Now it’s time to destroy the people who betrayed me. Are you ready to follow me, Gilles de Rais?”

As if his answer could be anything but that. “Of course, my adored angel of death.”