Extra's Stories

Four glowing, menacing eyes burned through the inferno.

Two magicians stood before them, frozen.

Raven's hands trembled, her entire body shaking in fear. This wasn't how it was supposed to happen. The prophecy claimed that she was the gateway, that her body would be the vessel for Trigon's arrival.

But now?

Now, he had been summoned anyway.

The curse that had loomed over her since birth had been shattered. And yet, he still came.

"No… this isn't right…"

The flames surged, ripping apart reality itself, forming a massive gateway.

Then, he stepped through.

A towering figure with blood-red skin emerged from the fire. Four glowing eyes, burning like miniature suns, bore down on them. Long white hair flowed down his back, and massive horns, tangled in jagged, wooden branches, sat atop his head like a twisted crown.

Trigon had arrived.

The Titans were helpless, shielded from the infernal flames by Raven's lingering magic. But Fate and Raven weren't so lucky.

The flames came crashing toward them.

Raven was still paralyzed, too shocked to react—

Then—

CLANG!

A towering black shield was slammed in front of her, Lord Camelot, standing firm against the consuming fire.

Fate stood between her and the inferno, his hand pressed against the shield as the flames pounded against it, unable to break through.

Trigon's voice rumbled across the battlefield, filled with amusement and hunger.

"The Earth is mine!"

His voice shook the air itself, filled with centuries of uncontested power.

Fate clicked his tongue, glancing up at the hulking demon. "Earth is closed. Come back next week, maybe we'll be open then."

A smirk played at Fate's lips. Despite the sheer madness of the situation, he couldn't help himself.

If Trigon's focus was Earth, then Fate had to change that.

He had to make himself the bigger target.

And judging by the way Trigon's four eyes narrowed in amusement, it was working.

"A descendant of Sparda?"

The massive demon tilted his head before throwing it back and laughing.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

The entire world shook.

The flames burned hotter.

Fate had bought a few seconds, but that was all. He glanced at the other Titans—still frozen in shock.

Raven stood behind him, paralyzed with fear.

Fate gritted his teeth. 'So I'm the only one who can move, huh? Figures.'

He summoned his Married Blades, Scarlet and Redgrave, their steel glinting in the firelight.

A swarm of lesser demons rushed toward him, their grotesque forms eager to tear into flesh.

With a flick of his wrist, he threw the blades.

SHNK!

The swords buried themselves into the skulls of two demons, their bodies collapsing instantly.

More came.

Fate didn't hesitate.

With a thought, his Mirage Edge materialized, dozens of astral blades forming around him before they rained down like spears, impaling everything in sight.

Still, Trigon barely acknowledged the chaos.

His massive form stood tall, eyes locked onto the Extra, as if measuring his worth.

A moment later, a dark grin spread across his face.

"Very well, Child of Sparda."

The ground beneath Fate split apart, lava spewing into the air as Trigon raised his hand.

"Let's see how much of a devil you really are."

Install

Fate's body glowed, his form shifting into a sleek, dark blue butler's uniform—an outfit refined yet laced with an unmistakable aura of danger. Two pistols rested snugly on his thighs, ready to be drawn at a moment's notice. Across his back, his sniper rifle gleamed under the infernal light, and behind his hips, Excalibur Morgan lay sheathed in a merged Avalon, their fusion granting him access to seventy percent of the legendary scabbard's abilities.

Trigon's four eyes narrowed. Then, with an amused wave of his massive hand—

A tsunami of hellfire surged toward Fate.

"Tch."

The Extra bolted, his black boots tearing into the stone beneath him as he evaded the consuming flames. The intense heat scorched the air, turning the battlefield into a blazing hellscape.

Reaching a dead end, Fate pushed off the wall, using it as a springboard. His hands moved with practiced ease, yanking his sniper rifle into position.

Aiming directly at Trigon's Ajna chakra, the glowing sigil on the demon's forehead, he activated his skill—

Hrunting

BOOM!

The bullet tore through the air, its speed amplified beyond human comprehension, and—

CRACK!

A direct hit.

"GWAA!"

Trigon's roar shook the entire dimension, though the pain in his voice sounded more like annoyance than agony.

Fate landed in a roll, barely touching the ground before blasting forward again, narrowly dodging a scarlet energy blast that obliterated the spot where he had just been standing.

"That's right, dance for me, Blood of Sparda!" Trigon mocked, his voice a booming echo of amusement. His flames erupted beneath Fate, seeking to swallow him whole.

But Fate was faster.

With a quick flip, he activated [Slide Trickster], vanishing in a burst of blurred motion, escaping the firestorm with only moments to spare.

Landing on solid ground, his hands gripped the hilt of Excalibur Morgan.

The moment he drew the blade, a surge of corrupt holy energy roared to life around him, black and red lightning crackling along its twisted edge.

"HAAAA!"

He swung.

A storm of lethal energy slashes shot forward, each arc searing through the air toward Trigon.

The massive demon's eyes widened.

Sensing the danger, Trigon raised his massive arm, blocking the barrage. The impact sent tremors through his colossal body, forcing him backward.

"Tch!"

Fate gritted his teeth, preparing for another strike—

But Trigon was faster than expected.

With a single gesture, the demon conjured a blazing inferno, a spiral of destructive power aimed straight for Fate's chest.

No choice.

Fate's eyes narrowed.

Chaos Control!

The world slowed.

His Magic Circuits ignited, surging with energy as raw power flooded into Excalibur Morgan.

The sword howled, its tainted holy energy exploding outward.

A beam of black and red destruction erupted toward the heavens, shattering the ceiling above them.

The sheer pressure of the attack shook everyone from their stunned silence.

Even Trigon, for the first time, looked taken aback.

But Fate wasn't done.

Raising the unstable, crackling blade high above his head, his voice boomed across the battlefield.

EX—CALIBUR MORGAN!

The moment the name left his lips—

A cataclysm was unleashed.

The devastating wave of black light carved through the battlefield, slamming into Trigon with unrelenting force, sending the demon crashing through the walls like a ragdoll, his massive form torn through solid stone.

The ground quaked.

The flames dimmed.

The air was thick with smoke and raw magical energy.

As the light faded, Fate exhaled sharply.

Without hesitation, he reached into his coat—

And pulled out a different card.

Change

Fate's dark blue butler uniform shifted, the refined elegance melting away into something far more imposing—a black military uniform adorned with golden accents. A red cape billowed behind him, its fabric rippling against the infernal winds. His fingers moved with precision, adjusting the officer's cap atop his head, his crimson eyes gleaming with an icy resolve.

Behind him, the air trembled.

Hundreds of spectral matchlocks materialized, floating in perfect formation. Each musket aligned in seamless precision, their barrels aimed directly at Trigon, who was pulling himself free from the cratered remains of the cavern he had been blasted into.

The sight alone sent a shiver of awe through the Titans.

Trigon's four menacing eyes locked onto the display, his expression shifting from amusement to mild irritation.

"Fire."

The command was given.

A deafening storm of gunfire erupted.

The room quaked as an unrelenting hail of bullets rained down upon the demon, their trajectories weaving through the air in an intricate dance of death and precision.

"GWAAA!"

Trigon howled, his massive form staggering as the sheer force of the barrage hammered him from all directions. Though the bullets failed to pierce his infernal flesh, the persistent, unrelenting assault forced him to brace himself, arms raised in an effort to shield his face and torso.

The relentless volley continued, each bullet striking with arcane force, pushing him back inch by inch—

Until Trigon snapped.

"ENOUGH!"

With a monstrous roar, he unleashed a wave of scorching red energy, an explosion of pure destruction that rippled outward, consuming everything in its wake.

Fate barely had time to react.

The blast struck him dead-on.

"AHHHH!"

A scream of agony ripped from his throat as the raw, demonic power tore into him, sending his body hurtling across the battlefield like a broken doll.

The sound snapped Raven out of her daze.

Her eyes widened, fear and desperation igniting within her chest as she thrust her hands forward, black magic surging to life.

Azarath, Metrion, Zinthos!

A massive barrier materialized just in time, shielding her and the other Titans from the devastating aftershock of Trigon's attack.

The world around them burned.

Flames devoured the earth, licking at the air like a ravenous beast. The sky above was drenched in crimson, the very atmosphere twisting and warping under the immense heat.

The battlefield had turned into a burning planet.

The flames roared.

Trigon laughed.

The roaring flames had finally begun to settle, but the damage was irreversible.

The Titans slowly stirred, the weight of exhaustion crushing their bodies as they regained consciousness. Smoke filled their lungs, and the scent of charred rubble and burning steel hung in the air.

When they opened their eyes—

The city was gone.

Their world was in ruin.

Buildings once towering with life were now skeletal remains, reduced to smoldering debris. The streets, once bustling with people, were now fractured, cracked apart like a shattered mirror. The ocean that once sparkled under the moonlight was now a boiling abyss, its waters tainted with embers of destruction.

The Titans could only stare in horror, their hearts sinking into a pit of despair.

And then—

"It's my fault."

A voice, soft and broken, barely audible over the distant crackling of fire.

Raven sat on the cracked earth, her arms wrapped tightly around her knees, her head lowered. Her cloak was tattered, her hands trembling as she gripped her sleeves.

She had always feared this moment—

That she would be the cause of the end.

That she would be the one to bring destruction upon the world.

And yet—

It hadn't been her.

Fate had intervened, shielding her from her destined role as the gate, breaking the curse that bound her since birth. He had given her a chance—a chance to fight back, to stop Trigon with her own hands.

But she had done nothing.

She had let him fight alone.

Her fingertips dug into her arms, her breathing shallow. Regret crushed her chest, suffocating her.

"I let him fight alone…"

She didn't even know if he was still alive.

A gust of wind blew through the ruins, carrying the echoes of Trigon's laughter across the wasteland.

Raven clenched her fists.

Her fear had cost them everything.

At the now-destroyed Titan Tower, where hope had turned to ash, a new throne had been claimed.

Trigon sat atop the wreckage, his massive form looming over the ruins like a cruel god admiring his dominion. The four menacing eyes on his face glowed with malice, his lips curled into a smug, victorious smirk.

And in front of him—

The crucified warrior.

Fate hung in midair, chained to the ruins with his arms spread apart, his wrists bound in hellfire-forged chains. His body was battered and torn, fresh wounds dripping blood, yet his gaze—

His piercing blue eyes held no defeat.

Only fury.

"How does it feel?" Trigon's voice dripped with mockery, his deep tone echoing like rolling thunder. "Watching all your efforts turn to nothing?"

The bloodied Extra didn't answer.

He just stared.

Trigon had kept him alive for one reason. Torture.

A punishment for daring to stand against him. A punishment for being Sparda's blood.

The old knight's meddling had once sealed the gates of Earth, forcing Trigon to wait in agonizing patience for centuries. And now, in an act of poetic irony, Sparda's own descendant hung before him, helpless, like a sacrificial offering.

Yet, there was something else.

Trigon's many eyes narrowed, his sharp senses tingling.

Something about Fate was different.

An otherworldly essence clung to him, something beyond this realm. Trigon was no fool—he had traveled between dimensions himself, his own origin lying beyond this world.

But this…

This power was new.

Unfamiliar.

Desirable.

Trigon's smirk widened as a wicked thought formed in his mind.

His daughter—Raven—had not been consumed when the seal broke.

She was still intact.

That meant she was still useful.

"It seems that child still has some purpose."

Trigon's fiery gaze flickered back to Fate, who glared back in defiance, his blood-splattered face betraying no fear.

"Congratulations, Child of Sparda," Trigon rumbled, his tone mockingly grandiose. "I shall grant you the honor of living—long enough to impregnate my daughter."

Fate ignored him.

"Once Raven bears your child," Trigon continued, a manic gleam in his eyes, "your time will be up. But your offspring…"

A dark chuckle rumbled in his chest before it erupted into laughter, sinister and triumphant.

"Ah, just imagine it—a grandson who can travel across worlds! A loyal pawn, a harbinger of my infinite conquest!"

Fate didn't hear a damn thing past that point.

The first part alone had already sent his rage into overdrive, his eyes flashing gold.

A slow exhale left his lips, and despite the searing pain, his smirk returned.

Trigon didn't even realize.

Didn't even consider it.

Fate could have walked out of here anytime he wanted.

[Realm Walker] would let him slip between realities, escaping without so much as a scratch.

Yet, he stayed.

Because this bastard—

This four-eyed, red-skinned, holier-than-thou motherfucker—

Was about to learn what real pain felt like.

"AHHHHHH!"

Fate screamed as hellfire burned his flesh, scorching his skin raw—

Only for Avalon's power to immediately regenerate him, trapping him in a cycle of endless torment.

Elemental Resistance - Negates 25% of all elemental damages.

Great. That was going to come in handy when he ripped Trigon's damn head off.

But something was wrong.

He felt it—

A sudden emptiness.

'Yubel?'

No response.

It was like she had vanished completely.

Fate clenched his teeth, but there was no time to dwell on it. His mind was already focused elsewhere—

Focused on how he was going to destroy Trigon.

Piece by piece.

A storm of emotions raged within the depths of Fate's inner world.

Morgan paced back and forth, her sharp nails digging into her skin as she bit them in unrestrained fury. Her normally calculating mind was clouded with something far more visceral—

Pure, unbridled hatred.

For months, she had plotted, schemed, and worked tirelessly to wrest control over Fate, to bend him to her will. Yet now, in this moment—

That ambition was overshadowed by a rage far greater than anything she had ever felt before.

Not even her sister—not even that wretched, insufferable Artoria—had ever made her feel this level of loathing.

And she wasn't alone.

Within their shared prison, the other captured companions stood in grim silence, their gazes locked onto the floating screen that displayed Trigon's ongoing torture of Fate.

Their eyes burned with a mix of horror and revulsion.

They all wanted blood.

They all wanted to tear Trigon apart, limb from limb.

But no matter how strong their will, no matter how much they raged—

They were powerless.

Even if they could materialize into the real world, even if they could project their existence beyond this space—

They couldn't intervene directly.

All they could do was watch.

Watch and pray that Fate—

That their Fate—

Would do something smart or find a way to turn this around.

Back outside.

Fate exhaled heavily, his breath ragged and uneven. His heartbeat pounded in his ears, his body still wracked with pain from the relentless torture. The flames continued to burn, licking at his skin like a cruel reminder of his suffering.

His [Second Skin] had been completely incinerated, leaving his left arm fully exposed—a grotesque display of his demonic heritage.

Starting from his elbow down to his fingers, his arm was a deep magenta, the skin appearing cracked and fractured, as if barely holding together. The fissures pulsed ominously, glowing a sinister crimson, like embers of an unholy fire.

Yet before he could even process the pain—

A sudden surge of dark magic slammed into Trigon.

Fate blinked.

"The hell?"

His gaze shifted toward the source, and what he saw made absolutely no sense.

Beast Boy.

Beast Boy was the one who had just cast a spell.

"The hell?"

Fate's confusion only deepened when Cyborg followed up with another blast of Raven's magic.

Then Starfire.

Then Robin.

Fate's mind screeched to a halt.

"Did I get hit in the head too hard?" he muttered, his voice hoarse, still aching from the hellish torture he had endured.

"No," a familiar voice answered beside him.

Turning his head, he saw Raven, her expression firm yet urgent, as she raised a hand, her dark energy shattering the chains binding him.

The heavy metal clattered to the ground.

Fate staggered.

Before he could fall, Raven caught him, only for him to hiss in pain as she touched his battered body. The moment she felt him tremble, her fingers instinctively curled tighter around him, her guilt deepening.

"I'm sorry," she whispered.

Fate said nothing.

Instead, Raven hoisted him up, her grip unwavering as she carried him away from Trigon.

A While Back

After regaining their senses, the Titans gathered to formulate a plan.

"We need to get Fate out first," Robin stated, his mind already racing. "From what I can see, he's our best shot at taking Trigon down."

"Then I'll need to return the magic energy I took from him," Raven said firmly. "Along with giving him the rest of mine."

Her declaration left the team stunned.

"Wait—what?" Beast Boy blinked, his ears twitching in shock.

"Friend Raven, are you certain this is wise?" Starfire asked, concern evident in her voice. "You have never willingly given all of your power before."

"You realize that if you do this, you'll be completely powerless?" Cyborg added, his brow furrowing.

Raven remained unfazed.

"I know," she said.

Beast Boy hesitated before speaking. "Raven, I know you feel guilty for letting Fate fight alone, but—"

The moment he saw the dark look in her eyes, he stopped.

Her usual stoicism had cracked—and what remained was something dangerous.

"I'll give you all a portion of my power," Raven continued. "It'll be temporary, but hopefully, it'll be enough to distract Trigon while I pull him out."

They all exchanged glances, hesitation lingering—

But in the end, they agreed.

Present

Now, Raven had successfully taken Fate away into a safer place.

Fate suddenly shoved Raven aside, staggering forward as he tried to stand on his own. Pain ripped through his body, every fiber screaming in protest. He sucked in a sharp breath, hissing as Avalon worked tirelessly to heal his wounds, but the agony was relentless.

"Uninstall!" Fate commanded.

Nothing happened.

His blue eyes widened in disbelief.

"Change!"

Again, nothing.

His breath grew ragged. His chest heaved.

"Why... why isn't this working?!"

Frustration boiled over.

He clenched his fists, his body trembling with suppressed rage as the realization sank in—he was stuck. His Archer Card refused to uninstall, leaving him shackled to Oda Nobunaga's abilities.

He wasn't at full strength. He wasn't even at half. He had barely a third of his magic left. Normally, he could swap out Class Cards even without magic, but now? Nothing.

A bitter laugh almost escaped him.

"Must more blood be shed...?" he muttered under his breath.

His heart pounded so violently in his chest that Raven could hear it—the rhythm erratic, frenzied, like a caged beast roaring for release.

His glare shot up toward Trigon.

The red demon was toying with the Titans.

Mocking them.

Mocking him.

Something inside Fate snapped.

"Fuck it!"

With reckless fury, he charged forward.

"HEY! Jackass!" His voice boomed across the battlefield.

Trigon's smug expression twisted into a delighted sneer.

"Ah, Sparda," he drawled, his voice dripping with mockery. "I almost thought I lost you there. Such a shame."

Fate bared his teeth in a feral grin.

"Round two, asshole."

In an instant, thousands of matchlocks materialized, hovering around him in perfect formation.

"Fire!"

Gunfire erupted. The sheer volume of shots drowned out all other noise, the bullets tearing through the air, bombarding Trigon from every angle.

Fate moved—his body a blur as he circled the demon, forcing him to defend against attacks from all directions.

Trigon growled, his four eyes flashing dangerously before he unleashed a wall of fire, roaring toward Fate like a vengeful inferno.

The ground cracked beneath him.

Fate leapt—

But the stone gave way beneath his boots.

He plummeted.

A hand shot out, grabbing his wrist.

"I got you!"

Fate's head snapped up to see Robin straining to pull him up.

"Oh no, you don't!"

Trigon's roar shattered the air.

A shockwave of demonic energy crashed into them.

Cyborg rushed forward, using his own body as a shield, but it wasn't enough. The ground collapsed beneath them—

"Robin!"

"Fate!"

The Titans moved.

Starfire shot downward, catching Cyborg.

Beast Boy, in the form of a pterodactyl, swooped in and grabbed Robin.

Raven reached Fate just in time, but with her current unstable emotions, she couldn't control her magic properly leading to them both falling.

A matchlock floated underneath his feet, and standing on it while carrying Raven, he flew to safety.

"Enough."

The moment they landed, Fate tried to rush forward again—

Only for Raven to grab his wrist, stopping him mid-step.

"Let go of me!" Fate snarled, his crimson eyes burning with fury. "I still have a score to settle with that son of a bitch!"

"Please!"

Her voice cracked.

Fate froze.

"…You've done enough," Raven whispered, her grip trembling. "This isn't your fight. This isn't your world. You—you don't have to die for us."

Her fingers clenched his red cape, her nails digging into the fabric.

Fate felt something wet against his back.

Tears.

"Trigon is my father," she continued, her voice breaking, shaking. "All of this… it's my fault. So please—leave."

The Titans stilled.

Her words carried a finality that made them all fall silent.

She was right.

This wasn't his fight.

Fate had no reason to be here.

No reason to throw himself into death for them.

And yet—

His fists clenched.

A bitter growl built in his throat, his shoulders shaking.

"Is there… a reason for fighting?" His voice came out low, nearly a whisper.

Raven flinched at the tone—

Then Fate's head snapped up, his eyes burning with something raw.

"That's not how I work! Now how Fairy Tail works!"

He took a step forward, forcing her to look at him.

"I'll fight for the sake of my injured friends!" His voice escalated, his rage boiling over. "No matter if my opponents are humans, demons, or even gods!"

The Titans stared.

Fate's body shook.

The fire in his chest burned hotter.

His heartbeat stopped.

For a single second—

Everything went silent.

Then—

A pulse of raw, uncontrollable power erupted from within him.

The fire in his veins ignited into a raging inferno, fueled by his anger, his hate, his unrelenting will. The ground around him began to erupt in flame, it spread burning his body. But he shows no reaction to it.

Trigon—Raven's own father—saw her as nothing but a tool.

That fact disgusted him.

That infuriated him.

His white hair began to darken.

No—

It was turning scarlet red.

The damage black military uniform burned off his body, revealing a black skin-tight suit underneath.

His Saint Graph shifted.

A new one took hold.

A Class driven by vengeance.

By rage.

By wrath.

Oda Nobunaga: Class: Archer → Avenger