King Arthur And The Olympians: The Titan's Curse

Arthur Pulls out the Big Pointy Stick of Righteousness... (FOR THE COOKIES!)

I think it's safe to say that in those next few moments, I wasn't myself.. or maybe I WAS myself... rather.. I was the version of myself that was always inside me, and a version of myself that, thanks to Merlin's teachings, and all my preparations from the moment I was born.. I had always aspired to be.

And frankly, it was THAT part that scared me most about the form known as Saber Alter..

It was as if I was a new person. I didn't remember my friends.. I only had some vague recollection that I knew them..   but I didn't care that I knew them, all that mattered was my duty... all that mattered was that I execute my duty without bias or allowances.

A True King.. a Perfect King, exercised duty without hatred, malice, love, happiness.. or any emotion whatsoever.. emotion compromised decisions and judgement. 

And my duty was to destroy these enemies upon my Master's command... that was all. As a Servant, it was my sole duty, and a King accepted that role no matter the circumstances.

Though as I raised my Black Excalibur in preparation to execute those who I vaguely recalled, I had to admit.. there was a tiny voice inside me... screaming to me desperately.

"NO! Please! This isn't me! I would never kill them! Please!"

The voice.. it sounded like my own.. but no, I must not let these foolish inner feelings compromise me... I was perfect, infallible.. that was my duty.. and I would complete it. 

They couldn't escape me..  Avenger's Noble Phantasm ensured they were weakened and trapped as I held my dark blade to the side..  Dark Energy exploded around the sword, warping it into a giant blackened energy blade, filled with tremendous power..

"Saber.. NO!" stammered the girl dressed in goth clothing. "This isn't you!!"

I ignored the girl's pleading as Atlas laughed. 

"She is the image of Camelot's Perfect King! The dark side of Camelot's Arthurian legend!" said Atlas. "The Perfect King.. the Ideal Holy King, was always acknowledged as Infallible, unyielding, unbiased, completely just. As such, as Arturia became more of a King, she became less human day by day..  letting no emotion influence her judgement! This resulted in plenty of famous knights leaving her command, disillusioned with her emotionless unsympathetic form of rule!  The path of Perfection is also the Path of of Cold, Heartless, Machinery.. and even though she didn't think Guinevere was wrong for loving Lancelot, she commanded her execution anyways!!  The TRUE perfect King!"

Atlas pointed at the goth girl. "Even if she DID remember you.. she would not hesitate to execute you on my command! That is the depth of how Perfect she is in executing her duty as king! In other words, the Perfect Servant.. the Perfect Lieutenant for me to use to lead his forces to against Olympus!"

I finished charging energy into my blade.. as I chanted.. feeling nothing for my new foes..

"Cry out. It is time to fall to the ground."
"Hammer of the Vile King. Overturn the aurora. Swallow the light! 

EXCALIBUR MORGAN!!!!!"

I  let my sword slash out... and a tremendous explosion of energy ripped across the ground.. black.. dark.. and terrible... Truly a power meant for complete and utter execution. 

"LORD CAMELOT!!!!!!

My energy blast exploded against the massive castle walls and shield of the light haired servant.. .. my energy exploding against the shield with such sheer might.. that it towered into the sky, and shockwave from the impact against the shield alone, sent me sweeping back, forcing me to catch myself with a free hand, grabbing the earth and gigging my clawed dark gauntlets into the earth.