'It's your fault! You killed him! You destroyed our home! Our Utopia! You and Morgan shall pay!' whispered thousands of voices at once as the flames glinted off Mordred's armour and giving the knight a hellish look.
Mordred then saw the familiar sight of two armoured figures clashing, one had been run through with a lance while the other had a sword buried deep into their chest. The Knight of Treachery flinched as the image faded away and the whispers grew louder, sounding as if they were souls of the damned and cursing her with every breath.
"Are you satisfied? Bringing up the sins of the past like this?" she asked, in a tired voice.
"No not yet, I still have Nightmares to show you," growled Arthur as Excalibur began glowing again and Mordred saw a smoky black fog seep out of the blade and form into a familiar image.
"But how? That's not possible… 'father?'" muttered Mordred as Caliburn fell from suddenly numb hands.
To the observers it had seemed that the Knight of Treachery had just become petrified in fear as she stared at empty air, Arthur quickly walking over to the discarded Caliburn as Mordred stayed stock still. "Nightmares of our own making are always more terrifying then anything the world can show us," he muttered, as he stared at Mordred and the illusion of Camlann faded away.
The descendant then raised his blade to decapitate the unmoving knight, only for an armoured fist to crash into his face and send him reeling. Mordred then rushed over to Clarent as Arthur recovered and spun to stare at her in shock.
"How did you break that illusion?" he demanded, angrily Caliburn's glow disappearing as the blade fell hilt first into the earth.
"Against just Mordred, that would have worked…" began Mordred as her heterochromatic eyes briefly changed to a familiar chocolate brown. "But Mordred isn't the only one you're fighting…Arthur."
A smirk then grew on Mordred's face as her eyes returned to normal, "and besides having B ranked Magic Resistance helps."
Le Fay was watching as the two Pendragon members continued trying to kill each other, both clearly tired and injured beyond measure as they panted and blood poured from all their wounds. 'This can't go on, it's my fault…I have to stop this!' she realized.
Before anyone could react the descendant of Morgan ran out towards the two fighters as a brief lull occurred while they recovered their strength. "Enough please you need to stop, I beg of you!" cried the witch.
"Damn it girl! Get out of the way, that man is not your brother anymore!" screamed the red knight as they watched Le Fay place herself between the two fighters.
"Shut up, I won't let you hurt him!" cried the descendant, tears streaming down her face as she turned to face her brother.
Arthur just stared at his sibling, the tainted sword clutched in his grasp giving off another horrid glow as an expression of rage crossed his face. "Morgan Le Fay," he hissed, everyone's eyes widening as he raised his sword at his own sister.
"Damn it girl, MOVE!" ordered the female knight as she disappeared in a burst of movement, rushing to block the incoming strike.
Prana Burst was fast…but this time…it wasn't fast enough…
"Brother?" came the confused whisper from the tear filled Le Fay as she stared down at Excalibur that had been run through her own chest…before collapsing to the ground with the expression of shock still clear on her face.
Everyone was stunned, even Mordred stood still and silent with a sympathetic frown on her face as she stared at the Pendragon siblings, watching as Le Fay weakly raised her hand to her brother with a sad smile on her face.
The descendant of Morgan coughed as she gripped the hands on the hilt of the sword still embedded in her body and a soft whisper was heard over the now silent battlefield. "It's not…your…fault…remember that…no matter what…I'm glad…you're my brother," struggled Le Fay, her voice wheezing as blood began to fill her lungs with each breath, until her chest rose for the last time and she grew still.
And just like that Le Fay Pendragon died…
Arthur stared down at the corpse of his sister before removing his sword from her chest and turning to face Mordred with hatred on his face, the red knight just looked down at the bloodied corpse of Le Fay before turning back to face him with a sad expression.
"Hatred is a powerful tool, isn't it?" she stated, glancing at Clarent clutched in her hands. "But, it is also dangerous, all consuming, tainting everything it can corrupt. I know all too well how it feels to lose oneself to its influence, tell me Poser, how does it feel?"
"How does it feel to care about nothing but destruction? How does it feel to wield that kind of self-destructive power?" asked Mordred, and Kiba frowned as she turned to face him before continuing.
"Hatred can almost always ensure your victory, but at what cost? What do you sacrifice for it? Your friends? Your family? Your future? What about those who sacrificed themselves for you? Do you intend to make their efforts worthless?" lectured Mordred, and Kiba's eyes widened as long buried memories resurfaced.
"Come on Kiba let's play!" cheered the small girl next to him.
Suddenly the image switched to all his friends holding back the guards as they were killed off one by one, while another pushed Kiba to the open window. "Kiba please, you must live," he muttered before pushing Kiba out the window.
"Live your life and be free," was the last thing he heard before the image faded away.
The Devil felt tears well up in his eyes as his vision blurred, the Knight then felt what almost seemed like a hand on his shoulder. Looking up Kiba blinked as he could have sworn he saw the ethereal images of his dead friends smiling at him.
"Hatred can bind you to the past, and jeopardize your future if you let it. Your friends died to help you Kiba Yuuto, however that is the past. Remember them, grieve for them, but do not let them control you, focus on the happy memories you made with them, do not taint their memories with hatred," informed Mordred as a small smile grew on her face.
"You had a terrible past but it is just that, the past. You need to put it behind you and instead focus on the friends you've made now; after all it's called the present for a reason. Besides, I doubt that they'd want you to live your life like this," concluded the knight of Treachery as Kiba felt the hand on his shoulder let go.
Looking back to his ethereal friends he saw them smile and nod at him one last time before slowly dispersing one by one. 'What have I been doing?' questioned the Gremory Knight as tears began rolling down his face, his friend's faces slowly disappearing as images of Rias and the rest of his fellow Devils replaced them.
Seeing Kiba beginning to weep Mordred turned back to Arthur whom still hadn't moved from his sister's corpse and frowned, "look at her Arthur! This is what your hatred has given you, a dead sister who believed in you right until the very end…killed by your own hands."