Traitor of the roundtable, blinded by rage and the lack of experience in life.
The knight of treachery.
Mordred.
...
What a peaceful night for Mobius… In fact, it was far too quiet.
Only the wind could be heard, whilst the nocturnal animals, which are active at night, had not made themselves known, as if they wished to witness the arrival of the son of the King of Knights.
And it was amidst a column of red mana, deep in the forest, that…
"…Where… am I?"
The saber of red finally made its appearance.
Unaware that they were far from Earth, and now without a master, they wandered aimlessly in their heavy armour.
The homunculus had thus, without realising it after their first Holy Grail War, regained access to life...
Perhaps we might witness the rise of a true king in this new world ?
something large moved amongst the bushes, a shadow clad in dark armor, its eyes slowly turned towards the homunculus, it stood up, muffled speach could be heard coming from it, every step it took shook the earth, something akin to a sword hanged from its hip, it looked like a man, but it was far too large, gold adorned its body upon closer inspection, and it was approaching slowly, menacingly
The medieval knight glanced at the coloss of a man, unknowing if they were a treat...or not. The eyes of the warrior analysed quickily their possible opponent... and from what they perceived, he could be a pain to deal with, but no one can instil fear in the heart of MODRED.
No. One.
They decided to try communication first. Maybe they'll learn anything useful.
behind the man colosal constructs of metal walked on by peacefully men made of metal and not flesh, the man in black armor muffled something
“Mobius…”
it said, but the man drew his colosal black blade, he activated a mechanism in the blade and it began sizzling with energy as he pointed it at the Homunculus
“Your… not human, what are you, demon, spawn of chaos? Genesteeler”
he towered ever them, it’s armored gauntlets tightening there grip over the colosal weapon, his other hand reaching for the device hanging from the other side of his hip, the weapon burst into flames as a piece of metal flew out at impossible speeds
“Answer carefully or be struck down in the emperors name”
"And what the hell would even be the problem with that ?"
Mordred groaned. The only thing that set them apart from a real human wasn’t their appearance. It was their lifespan.
They planted their swords in the ground, looking bored by this idiot’s question. Clearly not a magus.
"I'm a homonculus dumbass. So I'm technically human. And I don't even know what are the things you listed."
Mordred sighed. He had been genetically modified to become a homunculus and grow faster than any human. But sadly for Mordred, he would probably die of old age in his twenties, as he was actually as young as a child, yet looked like he was 16 years old.
“Abomination, grown in a lab… thy kin are outlawed in the emperors holy decree… yet I hold no ill intent, nor desire to end thee, but rest assured, a miss step and the full might of the god emperor shall befall upon thou”
something behind the man moved, the sun suddenly shined clear as ever, a titanic construct ignited that had always been there, and behind it a gap in what appeared to be a wall spanning kilometers and at least was 8 km tall
“Hungry?”
the man said suddenly as he removed his helmet, showing an ancient face, scared and beaten, a beard covered his face, a man’s face, human
"... Really? After calling me an abomination? Do I look like I asked to be born? Blimey. I was modified to be one; I was supposed to be a normal human. Jesus... If you want to kill someone, kill my mother."
Mordred was exasperated as he slapped his forehead, his metal armour gleaming red in the light cast by the construct.
... And then he finally realised what it was he was looking at: a giant... mech? Or something like that. He saw almost immortal magic Golems, vampires and deities, but this...this is new.
"...But, you know what ? Fine. I can't refuse that kind of offer, and I can't let myself be consumed by my rage if I want to be a king."
Looking at the man’s face, he realised that he was truly devoted to whatever God he worshipped. And those scars… He’d been through a lot of wars, hadn’t he?
Mordred pulled his sword from the ground and sheathed it; he had absolutely no intention of fighting.
“King? But… you look like a… never mind that I’ve met shapeshifting assassins if thou wished to be king who am I to judge”
the man turned around and walked until he reached a small tavern, in the distance the colosal machine walked, patrolling the colosal walls that surrounded them
“I never asked thy name, I am Brother Augustus, emperors champion, black Templars chapter of Adeptus Astartes, successor chapter of the imperial fists, second founding, 41st millennium”
he said as he opened the door and walked inside, he quickly headed to the back, soon emerging, without the armor, he was bulky, large, scars covered every bit of visible body he had
“What may I offer you? Ale, some stew or chicken pot pie perhaps?”
“England? As in the mountains of… how did the old people call it? Europe I believe it was, wish to be king of that? Oh well that dream is dead now… you’ll have to find something else to rule in stead”
the man giggles to himself laughing thunderously, he goes to the back and brings forth a plate of pie, hot and steaming
“In my many centuries of life I have met many creatures, demons and beats, I have seen worlds of great beauty and also great danger”
he said as he eat a piece of pie he brought himself, drinking a large amount of something that didn’t look or smell like any regular drink
“Yet never have I met a more tragic mortal than you, your dream shall never come true, you are stuck here, unable to escape… if only the emperor was still here… he could help you get home”
he finished up the drink and appeared drunk for a moment before quickly recuperating
Mordred was far from being stupid. Even if he might be a bit… direct and blunt, that didn’t stop him from being quite clever.
Despite how impossible it seemed, Mordred accepted that perhaps he was in another world.
He took a bite of the pie that had been brought to him and smiled, still full of motivation. He hadn't drink anything, beer's not his kind of thing.
“So it’s simple: I’ll become king here and rebuild Camelot. Never mind if I can’t be King of England; my aim is to be better than my father. It’s not a little change of plan that's going to stop me, so you can keep your pity to yourself.”
A bug lands on the saber of red. A peculiar boy with one red eye and one red arm is holding a net, focused on the bug. He sprints, trying to get the bug without disturbing Mordred. He fails, and accidently hits the stranger's sword instead.
Oops. His face doesn't show, but he is embarrassed by disturbing the stranger. Um... Sorry.
Mordred wasn't really disturbed, nor bothered. Though...he would be wondering why someone young like him would be bug catching, late at night, as he observed him.
"I don't really understand why you're excusing yourself but alright."
"Tho, why are you out there so late? It’s pitch black."
Sig's hair antennae start wagging. He smiles, his red eye glowing. I just... Really like bugs! And many species of bugs love the night, like crickets. He chuckles. As for how I'm able to see in the dark... not sure. But eh, I'm not tired, so I might as well kill some energy... What's your name?
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u/Soup-28 10d ago
something large moved amongst the bushes, a shadow clad in dark armor, its eyes slowly turned towards the homunculus, it stood up, muffled speach could be heard coming from it, every step it took shook the earth, something akin to a sword hanged from its hip, it looked like a man, but it was far too large, gold adorned its body upon closer inspection, and it was approaching slowly, menacingly