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The air grew heavy, charged with an unseen force. The Titans could only stare in shock as Fate's body trembled—no, shifted, his very presence twisting into something darker, heavier, more violent.

His scarlet hair billowed in the raging energy that pulsed from his core, his blue eyes narrowing with unfiltered fury.

A deep, guttural growl rumbled from his throat as he raised a hand—placing it gently on Raven's head.

"I'm gonna make that son of a bitch suffer." His voice was low, seething with vengeance.

His fingers tightened slightly.

"And I will return safely."

Before she could respond—before any of them could stop him—Fate was gone.

A crater formed where he once stood, the sheer heat of his movement scorching the ground, leaving behind a trail of charred cracks as he blazed toward Trigon.

The moment his foot hit the air, flames erupted around his left leg, spiraling like a comet's tail.

Fate twisted—his body flipping forward—

Then his foot collided.

BOOM!

The force of the kick rippled through Trigon's massive frame, sending the demon staggering back.

"Grrrrah!"

Trigon snarled, his four burning eyes flaring as he hurled a wave of hellfire at Fate.

But the flames did nothing.

They washed over him like harmless wind, the inferno dissipating against his body.

Fate grinned.

"Pathetic."

His blade flashed.

In an instant, a deep, jagged cut tore across Trigon's chest, dark blood spilling from the wound.

Fate didn't stop.

He surged forward, his foot igniting once more—

Axe kick.

The brutal strike slammed into Trigon's skull, sending a thunderous shockwave through the air.

Crack!

His nose shattered next, Fate's spinning kick snapping the cartilage with an audible pop.

"Damn you!" Trigon bellowed, his massive arm swinging wildly in retaliation.

Fate's body whipped around, the red demon's clawed fingers missing him by mere inches, barely brushing against the strands of his long, flowing hair.

He didn't hesitate.

Spinning midair, he pulled back his fist.

Flames erupted around his knuckles, roaring wildly, condensing into a searing-hot orb of destruction.

Then he swung.

The punch connected, slamming into Trigon's extended hand—

A blast of force sent shockwaves tearing through the battlefield, knocking Trigon off balance.

But the red demon wasn't done.

With a mighty roar, Trigon's power spiked, his aura expanding outward in a pulse of raw demonic energy.

BOOOOOOOM!

The shockwave hurled Fate backward, his body smashing through multiple buildings, concrete and debris exploding into the air as he crashed.

The entire city trembled.

For a moment—

Silence.

The Titans held their breath.

Even Trigon paused.

Then—

The earth began to shake.

A low, reverberating hum filled the battlefield, growing louder, deeper, an ominous resonance that made even Trigon's four eyes widen.

In the distance—Fate began to rise.

His body lifted off the ground, floating upward, a wild smirk stretching across his face.

And behind him—

A shadow loomed.

A monstrous, black skeleton materialized, its six arms spreading wide, towering like a god of annihilation.

A massive, golden circle with countless spikes radiated from its back, resembling a grotesque, twisted version of a rising sun.

Hajunhenjō - Sanzen Daisen Ten Maō

The sight made Trigon hesitate.

For the first time—

He looked unsure.

But before he could react—

The sky ignited.

A thousand flames erupted from the golden structure, launching into the heavens.

Then—

They fell.

Like a storm of flaming meteors, they rained down in a torrent of destruction, crashing into the battlefield with explosive force, each impact sending pillars of searing flame erupting into the air.

The ground shook violently.

The sky turned red.

Trigon screamed.

His roar of agony echoed through the realm as the flames burned through his very essence, scorching even his demonic flesh.

Fate watched.

He listened.

He reveled in the sound of Trigon's pain—

Then—

He laughed.

"Fuhaha… fuhahahahaha!!!"

His voice rang out across the battlefield, mad with exhilaration, the sheer joy of seeing his tormentor suffer fueling his vengeance.

The pillar of flame roared ever higher, reaching toward the heavens—

A blazing monument to his wrath.

Fate strode forward, his every step deliberate, savoring the moment of triumph.

Before him, Trigon lay broken. The once-mighty demon lord, a being feared across dimensions, now groveled in the dirt, his massive form quivering under the weight of his wounds.

Yet, despite his agony, Trigon's four burning eyes still gleamed with rage, his lips curled back in a snarl.

Fate grinned. A slow, wicked, devilish smirk.

"What's the matter, jackass?" His voice dripped with mockery, his foot coming to rest firmly on Trigon's massive head.

Trigon let out a low, guttural growl, his fingers twitching as if trying to grasp at some last shred of power—

But his body betrayed him.

He couldn't move.

He was spent.

Broken.

"Speak up, jackass!" Fate taunted, pressing down harder with his foot.

Trigon let out a strained snarl, his claws digging into the ground as his head sank deeper into the scorched earth.

Fate chuckled. Then stomped.

CRACK!

A tremor rippled through the ground as Trigon's skull was forced down again, the demon king gritting his teeth in fury.

But Fate's body was reaching its limit.

The power of an Avenger had pushed him beyond his boundaries, and now, with his vengeance fulfilled, the form began to fade.

A soft glow enveloped him as his body shifted back, the eerie crimson of his hair fading back to white, his battle-worn trench coat reforming over him.

Yet, despite his battered state, Fate still stood tall, staring down at the fallen demon.

Trigon let out a low, bitter growl, his pride now wounded far more than his body.

"I'll get you for this… Sparda."

A deep, vengeful snarl rumbled through his throat.

Fate's smirk widened.

In the past, Sparda's blade had stopped Trigon from invading Earth. And now, a descendant of Sparda had brought him to his knees once more.

"Oh, if you like the feeling now—then you're gonna love what happens next."

Fate reached into his coat, pulling out a small, crimson gem.

Trigon's eyes narrowed.

"What is that?"

Fate didn't answer.

He simply pressed the gem against Trigon's massive forehead—

And whispered.

Seal

A blinding white light engulfed the battlefield.

Trigon let out a howl of confusion, his body twisting and distorting, as an overwhelming force pulled him inward.

"What the—!? NO! WHERE AM I!?"

His roar echoed through an endless void, his body now trapped inside the gem.

There was nothing around him.

Just a vast, eternal emptiness.

In front of him, a single screen flickered to life, showing the outside world—where Fate stood, the gem clutched in his hand.

Trigon's fists clenched.

"Damn you! DAMN YOU!"

He unleashed blast after blast of hellfire, dark energy, even spatial rifts—but the attacks disappeared into the void, swallowed by the nothingness around him.

A sound filled the air.

At first, it was low—a dark chuckle.

Then, it grew.

"FuhahahahaHaHAHAHAHAHA!!!"

Fate's laughter rang from all directions, twisting, distorting, bouncing through the void like a haunting melody.

Trigon's eyes widened.

The Titans… shivered.

There was something different about Fate's expression.

Something darker.

For the first time… Trigon felt fear.

Seal - The user can directly seal a living being or an object within a crystallized vessel, effectively imprisoning the target within a contained space. Once sealed, the user gains the capability to tap into and harness the latent power, abilities, or energy stored within the entity or object. The sealing will fail if the target shows signs of resisting the seal and is trying to break free from it, during the sealing process. - Cooldown (365 days)

"Now I am the one with power!"

Fate finally turned toward the group, his smile still lingering, but his eyes softened a little.

Without warning, he tossed the gem toward Raven.

She instinctively caught it, staring at it in disbelief.

"Use it," Fate said casually. "He's nothing more than a battery now."

The Titans exchanged uneasy glances before looking down at Trigon's trapped form.

Seeing only the glowing red diamond-shaped gem.

Raven slowly exhaled, then closed her fingers around the gem.

She could feel the energy inside—raw, unstable power, compressed into something she could wield.

Her hands glowed, her hood casting a dark shadow over her face as her magic shifted.

Her lips parted.

Azarath Metrion Zinthos!

A wave of pure energy burst forth, wrapping around the broken city. The dark skies parted, the scorched land healed, and the once-ruined Earth began to restore itself—all through the power extracted from Trigon.

Suddenly, his knees buckled.

His vision blurred.

His entire body, drained of power, finally gave out.

He felt himself falling—

But before he hit the ground, arms wrapped around him.

Warm.

Comforting.

Raven had caught him.

His head rested against her chest, the rhythmic beating of her heart steady, soothing. This reminded him of another person who once held him this way.

A soft whisper slipped past his lips.

"Erza..."

Darkness took him.

Raven stiffened.

Her heart twisted, an unfamiliar ache creeping into her chest.

"…Erza?"

The name rolled off her tongue, almost foreign, yet it struck her like a knife.

A woman's name.

Someone important to him.

Her fingers clenched slightly against his coat.

She didn't know why, but something about hearing that name hurt.

Yet, she pushed the feeling aside.

Fate needed rest.

And right now, getting him back to Titan Tower was her priority.

She lifted him, holding his unconscious form close.

Inside Fate's inner world.

"Yubel!" Fate calls out getting no answer.

"Mother! Gramp!" No answer again.

"Everyone! Where are you!?" Still, no answer, as Fate continues his search.

'Something is wrong here. Yubel won't just disappear without a word like that.' Fate thought, suddenly losing contact with Yubel had made him worry.

"Something is wrong here. Start!"

Name: Fate Redgrave

Gender: Male

Story Point: 391690

Points: 10

Companion: Igneel(1), Scathach(5), Nobbu(5), Senji Muramasa(5), Yubel (5), Raven (2)

Fate strode past an old tree in the Land of Shadows, his sharp gaze sweeping the eerie terrain. Unbeknownst to him, behind that very tree stood Morgan Le Fay, frozen in place, her body stiff with tension.

'Damn it, damn it, damn it!' Morgan cursed inwardly, panic surging through her. Of all the times, of all the places—why here?! She had spent so much effort avoiding him, using her magic to mask her presence. Yet, by sheer misfortune, he had found her.

'I finally thought I could get a break from all this stress, from all these headaches... but no. He had to come here. He actually came here!'" She bit her lip, knowing it was far too soon for them to meet.

Then, Fate's voice rang out, sharp and angry.

"The fuck is this!?"

His system screen flickered before him, and as he scrolled through the data, his eyes landed on something that made his blood run cold.

Soul-Link: Morgan Le Fay

Fate's brows furrowed. "Morgan? I've never even met her!" he growled. But before he could process what was happening, a strange magic signature pulsed from behind the tree. His sharp eyes caught the strands of long, pale blonde hair swaying from the sheer pressure of mana radiating from its owner.

Instinct took over. In an instant, Fate rushed forward, his hand slamming against the tree's rough bark. His eyes locked with Morgan's—just as she vanished right before his eyes.

Morgan materialized in front of a vast empty space with a red, glowing screen, her fingers already flying across them. Every keystroke sent waves of heat rolling over her hands, the lingering flames still burning through the remnants of her domain.

The moment Trigon had pushed Fate to his limits, she had made her move. With his defenses down, she had attempted to force a 100/0 binding contract, ensuring total control over his power—and him. With such control, she could compel him to use [Realm Walker], a skill that would allow them to travel dimensions freely.

But she had miscalculated.

Fate's rage and fury had surged past anything she anticipated, causing the contract to fracture and the binding magic to backfire. His Saint Graph—his spiritual foundation—had started changing, shifting in ways she couldn't predict. Then came the fire.

Morgan had barely escaped the sudden eruption of flames that tore through her section of Fate's inner world. It had been chaos, forcing her to retreat. And now, after finally stabilizing her domain, she had thought to step outside—only for Fate to appear right in front of her.

This was the worst possible moment.

Morgan's fingers moved even faster across the burning screen. She could still salvage this. If she just had a few more seconds—

"Found you!"

Fate's voice sliced through the silence as he materialized before her. The lingering heat from his system screen stung Morgan's pale fingers as she typed frantically, trying to salvage her work. In a flash, Fate's eyes narrowed and he tackled her. A shimmering chain snaked around both their wrists, binding them together.

"Huh? What is this? Where is the other?!" Fate shouted, pinning Morgan to the ground. Despite the situation, a victorious smirk played on her lips.

"There is only you and me now," Morgan replied, her tone cool and confident.

Due to Fate's unexpected assault, the contract she'd been forming twisted disastrously from its intended 100/0 to a harsh 10/90 split. Seizing the opportunity, Morgan rerouted all the magic energy Fate had amassed into herself, effectively locking him out of regaining his own power without her express permission.

"The hell do you mean by that?!" Fate growled, tightening his grip, his eyes blazing with fury.

"Our souls are bound, Fate. Any attempt to break this contract is futile," she declared, her voice firm. In that moment, they struggled on the ground, and from the folds of Morgan's dress, several Class Cards spilled out—two Casters, one Berserker, and one Lancer.

Fate froze, his heart pounding as he recognized the familiar power emanating from those cards. His voice dropped to a choked whisper:

"Igneel... Raven... Yubel... Mother."

Horror and grief warred within him as he beheld his cherished companions reduced to mere Class Cards. Morgan's cool pale green eyes met his, and something inside Fate shattered—a torrent of grief, hatred, and longing.

Install!

A flash of crimson and violet light engulfed Fate's body. When it cleared, he stood clad in a skin-tight dark purple suit, armored metal shoulder guards, and a long, flowing purple scarf. In his left hand—Gae Bolg.

The spear's runes flared, its demonic energy seething, responding to Fate's rage. Memories of the spirit within the card rushed into his mind.

— "I just want him to learn to have more faith in others. I don't want him to be alone forever." (Scathach's words to Senji.)

— "I'm making a present for his birthday, Nobbu. Yeah, my boy is about to be 17. I'm sure he'd love a handmade gift from his mother." (Scathach, knitting the very scarf he now wore.)

— "Why won't you learn?! Do I have to knock some sense into you every time you do something stupid?!" (Scathach, furious after Fate almost killed himself drinking holy water.)

The emotions hit him like a tidal wave.

Gae Bolg Alternative!

Fate moved.

The red spear spun in his hands before he hurled it straight at Morgan, its deadly trajectory locked onto her heart.

It should have pierced her. It should have killed her.

But—

The spear phased right through her, leaving not even a scratch.

Morgan's victorious smirk widened. She stood tall, her hands on her hips. "Face it." Her voice was calm, smug, unshaken.

"You can't harm me and I can't harm you! Your ability to use magic is limited and controlled by me now. You can't break this contract, and you can't regain magic unless I say so."

She tilted her head, her eyes filled with absolute confidence.

"There is nothing you can do, Fate, unless you submit to me."

His clothes changed back as he uninstalled his class card. "Start!" Fate yells out as his screen shows up.

Name: Fate Redgrave

Gender: Male

Story Point: 371690

Points: 10

Soul-Link: Morgan Le Fay

Stats

He moves down to his skill [Data Soul] seeing its info.

[Data Soul] - The user can create a copy of one soul and store it within a Class Card. The cards possess all the memory, knowledge, and experience of the copied soul. They can only create Class Cards for those with whom he has some kind of connection or resembles.

"The fuck!?" Fate shouted, his voice echoing through the empty space. His skill had completely changed.

It wasn't just a minor adjustment. It was a total rewrite.

First, he had been tortured. Then, he had taken a demon's wail to the face. And now—this. Morgan's scheming had severed every connection he had with his companions, leaving him completely dependent on her if he wanted to retain his strength.

"Damn it!" His fists clenched. He could feel it—his power slipping away, unabe to collect any magic energy. He was being forced into reliance, and that realization made his blood boil.

Then, a voice—deep, resonant, and filled with malice—echoed in his mind.

{Without power, you control nothing. Your life is not your own. You are just another pawn in someone else's hands.}

Fate stiffened. That voice… it wasn't his... but it sounded just like him.

Another whisper followed, dripping with an ominous certainty.

{To defeat evil… one must become evil.}

A shadowy figure emerged from the darkness behind Morgan. It loomed over her, yet she showed no sign of noticing its presence.

She was completely unaware.

"Tch." Fate gritted his teeth, his gaze sharpening. His instincts screamed at him—this thing wasn't just a hallucination.

The figure spoke again, its voice growing stronger.

{No matter what world you are in, power is everything. To survive, one must rule with power. With power, you will be the one making the decisions.}

The shadow began to shift, taking form—his form.

It stood before him, a perfect silhouette of himself, yet it radiated an oppressive, suffocating aura.

Fate's breath hitched as his icy-blue eyes dulled, shifting into a dark, lifeless gold.

His hands trembled as he lifted them, clenching and unclenching his fingers. No magic. No recovery.

Even in a world overflowing with magic energy—his body remained empty.

With a flick of his arm, the world around them shifted. The cold, empty void warped, and in an instant, they were inside a completely different room—one filled with lavish furniture and dim, ambient lighting.

"Huh? You can do that—?!" Morgan barely had time to register the sudden change before she was suddenly pushed down onto the massive bed behind her.

Her delicate yet stiff back sank into the soft fabric—the first real comfort she had felt since arriving here. Yet, before she could react, a shadow loomed over her.

Fate was on top of her.

His grip was firm, pinning both of her wrists above her head. His demonic left hand moved to her chin, his fingers tilting her head up, forcing her to meet his gaze. His lifeless gold eyes burned into her, cold yet possessive.

"What do you think you're doing, pervert!?" Morgan snarled, struggling against his hold, but no matter how much she resisted, she couldn't break free.

Fate's lips curled into a smirk. "What does it look like?" His voice was low, dark. "I'm taking back what's mine."

Then, without warning—his lips descended on her neck.

Sharp teeth sank into her soft, delicate skin, drawing a startled moan from Morgan's lips. 

Hours later.

Fate exhaled, lifting a hand before his eyes. His fingers flexed as he felt it—his magic energy was full again.

"This should do for now." His voice was calm, his icy-blue eyes returning to their usual color.

The bite marks and scratches Morgan had left on him were already fading, healing rapidly.

His gaze flickered to the woman beside him. She lay there in the massive bed, her bare body barely covered by the thin blanket. Her pale blonde hair was disheveled, her cheeks flushed, and her chest rose and fell in heavy breaths.

Morgan's fingers clutched the sheets, her entire body trembling from exhaustion. "Y-You... beast..." she gasped, glaring at him, yet unable to fully mask the wavering in her voice.

Inside, however, her mind was a complete mess.

'Shit! I didn't expect this bastard to forcefully perform a Magic Transfer with me! Get it together, Morgan! This isn't the first time you've been in bed with someone… But gods, eight hours straight!?

Those fools can't even last after one or two rounds—not to mention they're tiny compared to him! And he's only sixteen! Meaning he'll probably get even bi—DAMN IT! Focus, Morgan, FOCUS!'

She inwardly screamed at herself, trying to suppress the chaotic thoughts and emotions racing through her.

Fate, watching her struggle, simply narrowed his gaze.

"You brought this on yourself," he muttered, his voice carrying an almost mocking edge.

His piercing stare met her defiant glare.

"Binding your soul to a devil."