Fate/Void Wars: a Jeanne D'Arc Alter x Male Reader Remake

Chapter: Finale

A/N: Enjoy the Chapter. All people, places, and events that coincide with history are used in a manner of pure fiction. They are not meant in a way of harm or offense. This is a long one. There might be some points you want to quit.

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The battle that we had started left Fuyuki in ruins. The buildings were wasted. Bruns to the ground. Fires rampaged. They burnt like the pits of hell. No, this was no Divine flame. These flames that ravaged the city, resembled more like hell.

I looked at my sister. These same flames, she was given control of. She now had this aura of flame. I knew she had an affinity for fire and void magecraft but this was different. Like she had been either blessed or cursed.

These flames made up her clothes. Her daggers had a blue fire to them. The boots she once had were now disintegrated. Hellfire nipped at her Achilles heel. A halo of fire appeared behind her.

I drew my dagger. "Arina we don't have to do this."

Her face didn't react. "You annoy me. Divine Flame."

She ran at me. The flames. The ones around this burning wasteland. The warped and bent to her will. They turned she threw daggers at me. The fires followed.

I took it all. It hurt like well, hell. The only thing keeping me from blacking out was the dragon tattoo. The only healing magic I had.

The burns she dealt were nothing I'd seen before. I don't remember her fire magecraft being this strong. Not even Jeanne dealt such serious burns.

'How much mana does she have?' I tried to switch to my mystic eyes. However, the pain stopped me.

I'll help. Her mana is the same. From this usage, she'll burn out in five minutes. Just survive.

Pillars of fire surrounded me. I was trapped. Daggers flew from all directions. She swapped with some of them. I could tell. The inferno was her hiding spot and her shield. It was a smart play. She used each dagger to move to a different location when I thought I had her. My mystic eyes were of no help with the healing being used on me. The burns seem to be draining my mana. But that wasn't an issue. I had plenty.

"Arina, you are -."

"Silence, you caused this to happen." she threw more daggers at me threw the blaze.

They burnt a bright purple. I took it all. From her point of view, I deserved this.

Y/N no they're poison! The dragon yelled into my head.

The daggers stabbed into both of my shoulders. They burnt away into flame. I felt the effects of the poison almost immediately. I was paralyzed and couldn't move my body. I collapsed on the ground. My system was barely fighting the poison.

Arina tore down the pillars of flame. She was approaching me slowly. Pointed her daggers at me. "Now tell me, how does it feel to have your life taken by your blood? Hmm. It will hurt."

With all the willpower I could muster, I spoke. "You're right."

"Huh?"

"I deserve all your hate. That day, the day Father chose me if our positions were switched. Would I have your life and you mine?"

She laughed a bit. "You really think I'm like you? Not a chance."

"I guess not." I chuckled a bit to myself.

Before I knew I was prepared to accept my fate. This was my fault. The hatred caused by my sister was justified. She knew it too.

With each step she took, flames were left. This didn't happen before. She prepared a volley of daggers. They were similar to my phantom daggers, but these were made of fire.