Fate/Laoch Gan Finsceal

Chapter 6: Story vs. Legend

FATE/LAOCH GAN FINSCEAL

"Hero Without Legend"

Chapter 6: Story vs. Legend

While Connla was busy preparing for her sneak attack, Leonidas and Spartacus continued up the Las Vegas Strip until they reached the front of The Cromwell. More aliens awaited their arrival, along with a white-haired woman who stood atop the resort's rooftop admiring the genocidal view. She stepped forth and called out to the men, "I see you are still alive. Such persistence is getting to be quite tiresome."

"We will not rest until you have been brought to justice, oppressor!" Spartacus exclaimed, retaining his eerie battle smile.

Leonidas pointed his spear at her and declared, "Carmilla, wicked vampire of Hungary! No matter how many you send upon us, our blades shall sing the song of your inevitable requiem! Prepare yourself for the end!"

"How unsightly," Carmilla murmured. She had not been summoned as an Assassin, but rather as a Saber, evidenced by the large meat cleaver and various small swords she kept strapped around her waist and legs. Her outfit wasn't much different from her Assassin persona, but she lost the red dress and kept it simple with an embellished black leotard and thigh boots. This was a Carmilla who represented the actual murderer of countless young women, happily taking on the unpleasant task of expelling her victims' blood with her blades. Her Assassin version was merely an exaggeration of her witch-like desire for retaining her youth by bathing in the blood of the murdered.

Carmilla gazed down at the horde of extraterrestrials she commanded, then waved her arm forth and called out, "I have no interest in single-minded brutes who think shouting words of morale will help them accomplish the impossible. Crush them 'til not even a shred of their flesh remains, so that my senses will no longer be offended by their ugliness!"

Hundreds of shrill shrieks echoed around the warriors, followed by this distinct pattering of numerous pairs of feet that charged straight for them.

"Bring it on, then!" Leonidas exclaimed, drawing their attention towards him.

"WHOOOAH! Such bedlam! My blood yearns to silence this chaos!" Spartacus cheered and charged into the foray.

Carmilla watched her mindless minions encroach upon the two men with visible disinterest. She twirled her hair around her finger boredly and murmured, "So tedious. Even if it were just me, I would have had no trouble bringing all of these people to their knees. However, he wanted those disgusting vermin to run loose as a test run. I suppose there's nothing I can do about it except wait for my chance."

She thought she heard something off to the side, so she turned her head around. Just as she was looking behind, Connla twirled her spear above her head and pointed the blade right at the pale woman's slender neck, astonishing the countess.

"You-! Where did you come from!?" Carmilla growled. She genuinely had not heard nor sensed the girl's presence until she had leapt upon the roof.

"I won't forgive you," Connla ignored the question. Her glare was firm, but there obviously was fire burning within her soul. "Not only did you command the destruction of this grand city, you have the gall to desecrate the bodies of the innocent and expel their blood for your demented pleasure."

"And I did. Such a fruitful morsel shouldn't go to waste beneath this arid sun, wouldn't you agree?"

"I will never understand your logic even in a million years."

"Ah, but death is so beautiful. The final moments before a life is extinguished are most pleasant to me."

"So long as others are doing the dying? How convenient for you."