Dream [王] 007 ['you, worm who crawls on the ground']
Warnings: Slightly rewritten, but almost completely taken from Fate/Zero; Act 2, Part 4. Spoiler for Gil's history?
Dream Effect: This is the sort of inhuman, ungodly arrogance and disdain that you would feel all the time - were you literally the King of the World with an ego larger than the universe itself. :|b
Bored.
The golden figure with disdainful and divine crimson eyes crossed his arms and frowned against the night sky.
He was bored, though he was given a chore.
At the foot of the building that he stood upon, a shadow suddenly materialized itself from the shadow. It wore a white skull mask, yet even with that color, the presence was as silent and undetectable as the night air itself - that is, to any being other than a fellow Servant.
An insignificant chore.
The assassin-like figure - for Assassin that he was, snickered without sound and extended his hand towards a rock, the first keystone that binds the barrier to the residence that he currently stood on.
The rat had no idea that it was being watched.
That slithering black arm never touched its target. The very next moment, that hand was pierced through by a spear flying from above, shining like a flash of lightning.
"... h!?" The figure froze, completely caught off-guard by the sudden attack. It swung its head upward, incomprehension blatant despite the mask that he wore. He probably did so to search for the thrower.
…How futile. There really was no need, though he could feel the disgust and annoyance crawl over his skin as his unforgiving red eyes pierced through the mask to stare straight at those of the joke of an intruder, down below.
The figure still could not move. May it be fear, shock, pain, hatred, or anger?
No, it could not. Why would any of those have place in any living being’s heart, when it was fully aware of the fact that it had but a few measly moments left to its miserable existence? No. Under such a time, there can only be room for despair - despair and abandon.
"You, worm who crawls on the ground. Whose pardon do you seek?" He finally speaks, asking in a cold and indifferent voice to that doomed figure on the ground.
"You can't look at me. Worms can only look at the ground when they die, like the worms that they are."
The arrogant statement was no different than an execution sentence, and as if on cue, distortions through space began to multiply one after another, quickly growing to a countless number around his golden shadow. Suddenly sliding out of mid-air were swords, halberds, lances, blades of all metal and origins, not any one them were the same, and all of them treasured weapons with dazzling ornaments.
They had only one target.
He would have scoffed at that creature if he could be bothered to. No further exchanges were necessary, however; they both already knew the outcome. It was so that under the indication of one almost imperceptible nod, the weapons were all let loose simultaneously. Slashing through the air with a howl, an infinity of shining blades started raining down upon that one figure, whose fate was sealed the moment it received the order to infiltrate the Tohsaka mansion.
The resulting roar of explosions was deafening, but the majestic golden figure did not wait for the obliteration to finish before turning his back and disappearing from sight, as the countless Noble Phantasms tore through its target’s flesh and annihilated that entire section of the courtyard to rubble and ash.
He reappeared inside the mansion to a regal man dressed in burgundy, who was comfortably seated on a luxurious-looking chair. The man held himself with grace and dignity; there was no doubt that he was a noble of sort, but a rank like this was nigh insignificant to him - naturally, when he himself sat at the very top of any and all hierarchy.
"You made me perform some extremely trifling duties, Tokiomi." He remarked nonchalantly through burning red pupils, his arms still crossed.
The man referred to as Tokiomi stood up from his chair and bowed respectfully, but also elegantly. There is no doubt that this man came from a high-class lineage.
"I am sorry for your trouble, King amongst Kings."
It did nothing to appease his irritation, but he nevertheless allowed the man to continue.
"The outcome of tonight's event will save us a lot of complications. Having witnessed the power of the "King of Heroes", no stray dog will try to bite in vain."
"Mm."
At that, his light scowl broke. He could appreciate the truth in these words. Tokiomi and his upright attitude, lost in more flattery than it was necessary, also had no hope in this era. The King of Heroes could understand that.
"In a little while, the field beasts will understand who the hunting lion really is. Please have patience until then."
"Very well. Then I shall promenade away my boredom. This era seems of meager but sufficient interest."
At that declaration, Tokiomi glossed over his slight irritation with a sour look. If the King noticed it, he ignored it.
"... Does this era please you?"
"Deplorable beyond help. Its ugliness cannot be atoned, but it does hold love as it is,” the golden figure answered in a detached tone that held a twisted fondness, as if observing a rotten fruit that he has grown with his own hands. His lips then broke into a cynical smile. “...What is essential, however, is whether or not it holds a treasure worthy of my fortune." He plainly boasted, gazing back at the man who is his Master with imperious and divine red eyes.
"If there is not a single object worthy of my favor in this world- then the price of retribution for summoning me in vain will be heavy, Tokiomi."
"Rest assured. The Grail will definitely catch your attention, King of Heroes." Confident, Tokiomi replied without fear.
"That will be mine to decide. I alone shall pass judgment upon this trinket. ... Well, this is acceptable. For the time being, I shall abide by your say. Every treasure in this world is mine. Depending on what manner of treasure this Holy Grail is, I'll not overlook mongrels squabbling over it."
With that haughty declaration, the King of Heroes turned his heels and canceled his physical form, vanishing like mist. A definitely sinister feel hung on his parting words.
"I will be your lion, and I expect to be amused. I will leave the details to you, Tokiomi. You will do well to not disappoint."
[...Well that dream was certainly right about ONE thing.
He was dreadfully bored. Frowning lightly with his blood red eyes soaked in heavy contempt, identical to the ones displayed within the dream itself, Gil reaches over to turn the device off.]
Dream Effect: This is the sort of inhuman, ungodly arrogance and disdain that you would feel all the time - were you literally the King of the World with an ego larger than the universe itself. :|b
Bored.
The golden figure with disdainful and divine crimson eyes crossed his arms and frowned against the night sky.
He was bored, though he was given a chore.
At the foot of the building that he stood upon, a shadow suddenly materialized itself from the shadow. It wore a white skull mask, yet even with that color, the presence was as silent and undetectable as the night air itself - that is, to any being other than a fellow Servant.
An insignificant chore.
The assassin-like figure - for Assassin that he was, snickered without sound and extended his hand towards a rock, the first keystone that binds the barrier to the residence that he currently stood on.
The rat had no idea that it was being watched.
That slithering black arm never touched its target. The very next moment, that hand was pierced through by a spear flying from above, shining like a flash of lightning.
"... h!?" The figure froze, completely caught off-guard by the sudden attack. It swung its head upward, incomprehension blatant despite the mask that he wore. He probably did so to search for the thrower.
…How futile. There really was no need, though he could feel the disgust and annoyance crawl over his skin as his unforgiving red eyes pierced through the mask to stare straight at those of the joke of an intruder, down below.
The figure still could not move. May it be fear, shock, pain, hatred, or anger?
No, it could not. Why would any of those have place in any living being’s heart, when it was fully aware of the fact that it had but a few measly moments left to its miserable existence? No. Under such a time, there can only be room for despair - despair and abandon.
"You, worm who crawls on the ground. Whose pardon do you seek?" He finally speaks, asking in a cold and indifferent voice to that doomed figure on the ground.
"You can't look at me. Worms can only look at the ground when they die, like the worms that they are."
The arrogant statement was no different than an execution sentence, and as if on cue, distortions through space began to multiply one after another, quickly growing to a countless number around his golden shadow. Suddenly sliding out of mid-air were swords, halberds, lances, blades of all metal and origins, not any one them were the same, and all of them treasured weapons with dazzling ornaments.
They had only one target.
He would have scoffed at that creature if he could be bothered to. No further exchanges were necessary, however; they both already knew the outcome. It was so that under the indication of one almost imperceptible nod, the weapons were all let loose simultaneously. Slashing through the air with a howl, an infinity of shining blades started raining down upon that one figure, whose fate was sealed the moment it received the order to infiltrate the Tohsaka mansion.
The resulting roar of explosions was deafening, but the majestic golden figure did not wait for the obliteration to finish before turning his back and disappearing from sight, as the countless Noble Phantasms tore through its target’s flesh and annihilated that entire section of the courtyard to rubble and ash.
He reappeared inside the mansion to a regal man dressed in burgundy, who was comfortably seated on a luxurious-looking chair. The man held himself with grace and dignity; there was no doubt that he was a noble of sort, but a rank like this was nigh insignificant to him - naturally, when he himself sat at the very top of any and all hierarchy.
"You made me perform some extremely trifling duties, Tokiomi." He remarked nonchalantly through burning red pupils, his arms still crossed.
The man referred to as Tokiomi stood up from his chair and bowed respectfully, but also elegantly. There is no doubt that this man came from a high-class lineage.
"I am sorry for your trouble, King amongst Kings."
It did nothing to appease his irritation, but he nevertheless allowed the man to continue.
"The outcome of tonight's event will save us a lot of complications. Having witnessed the power of the "King of Heroes", no stray dog will try to bite in vain."
"Mm."
At that, his light scowl broke. He could appreciate the truth in these words. Tokiomi and his upright attitude, lost in more flattery than it was necessary, also had no hope in this era. The King of Heroes could understand that.
"In a little while, the field beasts will understand who the hunting lion really is. Please have patience until then."
"Very well. Then I shall promenade away my boredom. This era seems of meager but sufficient interest."
At that declaration, Tokiomi glossed over his slight irritation with a sour look. If the King noticed it, he ignored it.
"... Does this era please you?"
"Deplorable beyond help. Its ugliness cannot be atoned, but it does hold love as it is,” the golden figure answered in a detached tone that held a twisted fondness, as if observing a rotten fruit that he has grown with his own hands. His lips then broke into a cynical smile. “...What is essential, however, is whether or not it holds a treasure worthy of my fortune." He plainly boasted, gazing back at the man who is his Master with imperious and divine red eyes.
"If there is not a single object worthy of my favor in this world- then the price of retribution for summoning me in vain will be heavy, Tokiomi."
"Rest assured. The Grail will definitely catch your attention, King of Heroes." Confident, Tokiomi replied without fear.
"That will be mine to decide. I alone shall pass judgment upon this trinket. ... Well, this is acceptable. For the time being, I shall abide by your say. Every treasure in this world is mine. Depending on what manner of treasure this Holy Grail is, I'll not overlook mongrels squabbling over it."
With that haughty declaration, the King of Heroes turned his heels and canceled his physical form, vanishing like mist. A definitely sinister feel hung on his parting words.
"I will be your lion, and I expect to be amused. I will leave the details to you, Tokiomi. You will do well to not disappoint."
[...Well that dream was certainly right about ONE thing.
He was dreadfully bored. Frowning lightly with his blood red eyes soaked in heavy contempt, identical to the ones displayed within the dream itself, Gil reaches over to turn the device off.]