Nighttime had arrived at Kuoh, and with it came the hunt that was given to the Masters. It hadn't taken them long to find Freed Sellzan or Assassin. Their work was easy to find, and they weren't exactly discreet either. Kiba, for his part, felt quite appalled and enraged by the sight of finding a mutilated couple's bodies, pinned and crucified on the wall.
The worst part? The victims of this cruel homicide were clients of the Devils of the Gremory group. Yuuto himself had actually met the two himself a couple times.
It was fuel for the fire that drove him further. The Devils sent out their Familiars, and soon they found him.
The warehouse was apparently home to the Stray Devil Vizor… or what was left of it. The monstrous servant of darkness was mutilated horribly with its guts and entrails hanging out for all to see while hanging upside down from the rafters. Blood splatters had painted the inside of the dilapidated warehouse, serving to create a putrid smell. "Disgusting," Lancer remarked, his face showing nothing other than raw disgust. Rias knew that, given his origins, and despite his temperament, the sight of blood was vile and wretched. "And the rotting corpse isn't helping."
"Berserker," Yuuto turned to his Servant. "Can you sense Assassin or Freed here?"
"I can… and they are still nearby, Master." The blonde Servant nodded curtly.
Rias narrowed her eyes. Given that the Servant was Assassin… chances were, their presence was already made known to them. Boldly, she took a step forward and declared as loud as she could. "Freed Sellzan, Master of Assassin! I am Rias Gremory, Master of Lancer! You have caused too much damage, and your actions threaten to reveal the Holy Grail War! Surrender your Command Seals, and come with us willingly! Otherwise, we will end you!"
At first, the only response she received was her own echo. Eventually, however, a voice replied to her.
"It's about fucking time you shitty Devils got here… I was getting bored."
The group tensed as a figure strolled out from the shadows, revealing themselves in full view. It was a young male around their age with stark white hair that fell to his chin and a pale complexion. He was garbed in black clothes that were normally associated with Exorcists of the Church and a white cloak. The most prominent features about him, however, were his crazed, sharp eyes and his maddening grin.
"I mean, really! How long does it take for a bunch of shitty pieces of Devil crap to find a guy?!" he threw his hands in the air, shaking his head before turning his head. "They're fucking rude, don't you think so, Assassin old buddy?"
"Quite so, Master!" A creepily pitched voice chirped in agreement. On cue, another figure stepped out from the shadows next to the Exorcist.
The entity, no doubt the Servant Assassin, was bizarre looking. It was male, given its physique, and wore a top that exposed a great portion of its chest, revealing toned muscles and open slits along the arms. Below, it wore shorts with golden marks, coupled with leggings with a dark and light purple design. His face was handsome, though eeriely disturbing as it slightly resembled a doll of some kind, not unlike the features of a homonculus. Pale, white pasty skin with tear-like tattoos falling from the face and bearing a wide grin of the same sort as his master, marked in light green lipstick. His eyes were cold purple, and his hair fell down to the shoulders, the ends upturned in curls while a cape of some sort hung over his shoulders, held in place by a red bowtie of sorts. Atop his head was a hat with a red brim and a blue top, and with it were two horns, twisted and curled.
And in hand was a large scissor, stained in crimson red blood.
"In all honesty… I truly hope they will be better to cut up than the old Devil Hag earlier." Assassin pouted as he licked his scissors. "She didn't scream nearly enough for us."
Rias growled as Lancer stepped forward. He held out a hand as a black spear manifested in his grasp. He gave it a swipe, quickly becoming adjusted to the weight before setting his sights on the enemy Servant. "Master." he spoke sternly. "Please leave the mongrel to me and the others. You deal with that pitiful excuse of a Priest."
"Very well." Rias nodded. As loathe as she was to admit it, despite Assassin being one of the more weaker Servants, they were still regarded as powerful warriors. Enough to rival gods and surpass them. Though she was strong in her own right, fighting against a Heroic Spirit was out of the question. Thus, she and her Peerage stood at her side. Kiba called forth his Demonic Swords—one with a raging inferno wrapped around it and the other having a chilling touch to its cold steel—while Akeno had a smile on her face as lightning danced at her fingertips. "I leave it to you… Vlad."
The Impaler Prince smirked. "Of course." he said as he stepped forward. Beside him, Berserker stood next to him as he brandished a knife, adjusting his spectacles while Rider grinned wickedly, slapping her crop against the ground and creating a noticeable crack in the ground. The three glared at Assassin, who giggled in delight. "Any last words, Mephistopheles?"
"Actually, yeah… would you all just keep over and let me cut you up to pieces?!"
In response to his words, Lancer shot forward like a bullet. His spear struck the scissors, which blocked a straight path to the damned bastard's heart. A wicked grin formed on Assassin's face as he shrugged off the attack and went in to cut Lancer's head off, but found himself on the defensive when Rider appeared above him, feet ready to slam him straight into the ground and put him into submission. The crazed servant twirled out of the way, narrowly missing the servant of the Mount as she landed on the ground. He raised his scissors to block the pink haired female's follow-up kick.
"Little pest!" Rider roared as she kicked herself up into the air using his scissors, leaving him open for an attack as she bounced off the steel beam above her, going in for a dive kick. "Be crushed!"
"How about no?" Assassin grinned eerily before opening the blades of his scissors, aiming to sever the approaching limb. Berserker thwarted that attempt by blocking one of the blades with his knife, his eyes shimmering red for a brief moment before he shrugged off the blade and slammed his knee into Assassin's solar plexus, leaving Rider to smash her foot into his face and knock him into the Earth. The ground broke apart beneath him, forming into a crater, though strangely a toothy grin remained on his face, eyes manic before he grabbed Rider's ankle and threw her away from him. She twirled about in the air before landing back on the ground. Assassin got back up, laughing as he rubbed his chin, showing only a minor bruise on his face.
"Oh my, that actually quite hurt!" he said mockingly. "I would have thought you'd be much more rough with me, darling!"
Rider gagged. "As if I would ever think to have you at my side, filthy maggot!" she hissed. "You're nothing more than a parasite, worse than that of your own master!"
"Oh, don't say that! My master is a wonderful human being!" Assassin said as he laughed, speaking of his Master in pride. "After all, who else but a man who shares my own madness be so WONDERFUL?! Do you realize how rare it is for a pacifist such as I to meet a man such as Freed Sellzan?!"
Lancer scoffed. "Enough tomfoolery." he said as he allowed his power to flare. "Rider. Berserker. Let us put Assassin in his place!"
As the Servants prepared for their bout, the Masters dealt with Freed, who surprisingly was as good as Caren Hortensia informed them, much to Rias' annoyance and chagrin.
He held his ground against Yuuto, his swordsmanship being on par with her Knight. Blades of light and flame danced in the air as they clashed against one another. But even when he was locked in combat, he was still wary of his surroundings. He evaded bolts of lightning summoned by Akeno and used the brief distractions of her attacks to his advantage. Rias had attacked from above, flapping her wings as she sent a wave of crimson wrath towards him. Freed flipped the bird in response as he performed a backflip, evading it and letting it rip apart the ground instead before he landed back on his feet. As he looked up, Yuuto was right in front of him, swords flying downward in the air. In response, a white blade stopped them in their tracks.
"Hahahahaha! You really are something!" Freed taunted with a maddening grin. "C'mon, loverboy! Let me show you what me and my lovely Assassin can do!"
"You won't get the chance!" Rias shouted as she gathered more magical power. "Akeno, with me!"
Her Queen nodded, and gathered lightning into her palms. As she did, Rias herself gathered a mass of destructive power in her hands, glowing a mix of black and red. At the apex, the two brought it down straight atop Freed. The man simply grinned even more, and readied himself for it.
Yes… this was what he craved. Killing those fucking shitty devil worshipers did nothing for him! No satisfaction! They hardly fought back! That wasn't any fun! Fucking hell, it was so damned boring! It should have been so much fun, becoming a Master and summoning a guy who was like a lost, kindred spirit! It should have brought so much more fun, slaughtering shitty devils and whatnot! Hell, first night out they killed a Stray Devil with a disgusting lower half but a smoking hot upper body, but no! Not any fun after that! But… this?! Fighting three shitty Devils, who were Masters also mind you?! And two of them had giant racks! FUCKING hell it was going to be fun having a way with them! He wasn't much for raping women, but how the fuck could you not tap that?!
Plus… he wondered how much fun it would be to hear them scream as he rammed his sword right into them, tearing them up from the inside out and having them beg?
Christ, he was already starting to get a boner, if the sudden salute his lower half was giving was any indication.
SO MUCH FUCKING FUUUUUUUUUUN!
With a laugh, he charged straight into the fire, his sword flying right behind him and ready to cut them down, completely uncaring of the gathered magic power thrown at him.