[fatestaynight] King of fire

Discombobulate

In the main meeting room of the Gods Hand. Enkidu and a few other members discuss what's the best curse of action for placing Gilgamesh and Y/n. Naturally, they can't place them anywhere as a bored and pissed of Gilgamesh isn't something they want to deal with. Neither do they want to deal with a Y/n without the finest of alcohol.

The whiskey bottles he carries around with him is in fact. 100,000 dollars, aged to perfection whiskey. And they finally come down to a decision. A giant hidden mountain house just outside of Las Vegas, with enough room to accommodate 100s of people and everything from a full-sized cinema to a bowling alley.

The indoor activities and the closeness to Las Vegas would hopefully be enough to entertain the destructive duo along with Enkidu. Who often needs to act as the voice of reason to the two.

With a scorching white flame Y/n and Gilgamesh crash into the meeting hall. Gilgamesh is missing his chest plate and his arm is missing. While Y/n looks fine, wearing a long white and gold cape and crown. "GIL." Enkidu rushes over to his friend panicking at his wounds. "What on earth happened!" The other Gods Hand members are scared now. There are very few people who could injure these two. How on earth did this?

That's what the majority thought. But on the other hand, Zelretch was confused for the opposite reason. What aren't they more injured? He though. Surely they should have lost. Saber has infinite mana due to Illyas Heavens Feel. Avalon blocks Enuma Elish. Shirou counters the gate of Babylon, and Miyu serves as amazing support. That's not to even mention there's Illya a user of true magic along with a kaleidostick.

But then he felt it. True magic. Y/n had achieved it, Zelretch was shocked, the mystery that followed from his body was near infinite. Just trying to understand even the most basic of mystery's that flowed off his body was hurting his head.

Greater healing

Activating his true magic y/n Imitated the healing of Avalon. No way near enough to even be called a decent imitation, but enough to heal Gilgameshs arm. Bringing him back to full capacity.

"We were forced to fight The Einzberns," Y/n told Enkidu who was currently helping Gilgamesh stand up. "Those fucking mongrels! They dare attack me!" Gilgamesh was furious. Those mongrels dare attack him, King of hero's! He could never allow it! He wanted revenge. But It could wait, for now, he wanted to talk to Enkidu in private. Those two walk-off but not before Gilgamesh gives Y/n a nod.

Y/n looked down the table and saw the large PowerPoint with the future house on it. "I like it. Do what has to be done." He wasn't timid, he was firm in his words. There are very few people in the world who can order around the people who control the world in shadow. Y/n was one of them.

Disappearing in a flash he appears in Las Vegas. The city of sin. Wandering into a large casino he looked around. The loud noises and endless light covered the building. People celebrating winning and people crying about their loss. In the corner lay a young boy crying. Rags covered his body and those around him laughed at his disposition.

Y/n noticed him and decided. He would fucking make this boy have the best night of his life. Walking over he held a regal aura making those who stood around the boy move to make way for him. "How did you end up like this?" He asked putting his hand out to help the boy. "That evil woman... she took everything from me... she forced me to gamble and now I have nothing." It was obvious who'd done this to him. Bloody Carmilla. A new figure in the casino business who's a serious sadist. She forces people to gamble through blackmail and then takes everything they own and enjoys it as they suffer.

"Elisabeth's a bitch. Don't worry. I'm gonna help you get your revenge. But first. What's your name?" Y/n smiles pulling him onto his feet and with a wave of his hand those previously laughing around the boy ran away. "My name is Arthur, Arthur Doyle." Arthur dusts off his rags and thanks Y/n for helping him up. "Come then! Let our adventure begin." Y/n signals Arthur to walk outside and he takes him to a clothes shop. Called paradis. "What are we doing here sir? I don't have the money to even get a sock from here!" Arthur is confused. In the city of sin, only the finest of the upper class dare step inside.