In the blood-soaked gaze.
The Spartan Rage surged.
Beneath the torrential rain.
A figure, drenched in blood, with black hair, raised his hand and grasped the hilt of the demonic sword.
In the battlefield resembling a meat grinder.
The palm dripping with fresh blood, washed away by the rain, flowing all the way to the shattered blade of the demonic sword.
"I'll let you... drink my blood."
"In exchange, let me wield your power."
Facing each other in the pouring rain, on the brink of death.
With the establishment of the contract.
Their lives began to connect completely.
Allowed to drink the host's blood with relish.
The cracks on the sword gradually repaired and closed.
Heat surged in the next moment of loss.
A fierce burning sensation filled Kratos's mind in an instant.
Surging blood threads spread from the sword, climbing up the arms, body, heart of the black-haired figure...
Trembling.
The dense blood color pervaded and dyed the pupil of Kratos.
Thick as wax, the color spread rapidly, forming a crimson armor on Kratos's body.
"Hiss..."
"Huff..."
Intense blood.
Coarse, like the trembling breath of hell.
From the pile of devils, something stood up again.
Not human.
But... the ruler of hell.
Dante stared blankly...
Stared at his brother in front of him, holding a blood-red giant sword, his sturdy figure towering.
Interweaving hoarse words.
From beneath his demonic, ferocious, and bloody face, a resounding declaration emanated...
"I am Kratos/Aatrox..."
"Listen..."
"To the silence of annihilation!!!"
Boom!
Huge, monstrous demonic wings tore through the flesh from behind!
A deep, prison-like intense blood rose from the demonic sword, surging around Him like flickering flames!
The pouring rain curtain was instantly swept away, purified!
The devil's piled corpses instantly decayed, annihilated!
Even the grotesque creatures that emerged from the cracks of hell, devoid of human cowardice, seemed to sense an indescribable horror and fear under the looming demonic figure.
The bodies of the devils.
Began to tremble, wriggle, and retreat.
Clashing and gnashing teeth, mouths dripping with saliva.
Such ferocious mouthpieces for feeding, at this moment, emitted chilling and horrifying moans and screams.
The cold wind pierced.
Torrential rain poured.
Under the desolate, starless night sky.
Slowly, a hoarse, deep, abyss-like voice rang out, but it brought an incomparable sense of peace and anticipation to Kratos.
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Fate/Ultimate Antagonist
FanfictionGetting Isekai'd to another world is indeed awesome, especially embarking on an adventure as a hero to defeat the Demon King, who turns out to be a woman, and making her part of your harem. It is truly the dream of millions of people hoping to be Is...
