Fate/White Parmesan

Shirou Emiya felt that he had the weight of the world on his shoulders. He arrived at the battleground too late as the fight had already ended by then. The parking lot had been demolished and there was no sign of the two Masters dueling to the death. He had let Rider go on ahead given that Caster had left monsters spilling into the streets in her wake.

He had to save those innocents caught in the teeth and claws of Caster's monsters. But he took too long and Saber was already low on prana by the time they linked up. It was an unfortunate day for everyone involved given things were going. He hoped that he would reach Brie but he was too late.

Shirou Emiya couldn't save her... The only evidence of that was that Rider had been all alone, looking at the sky.

Saber was by his side then and the knight tensed up at the sight of his fellow Servant. Shirou felt dread creep up from the pit of his stomach before he cracked open a Gem with his barehands behind him.

Luvia had equipped him for his missions which was why he was able to resist the overpowering burst of power from Rider. The Beautiful and Ruthless Eternal Lady stood before him and she was livid.

He had been fighting for over a decade, participating in Grail Wars and dismantling them before they got out of control. Scenes such as this were common but the sight of the woman seething in rage almost made the ground tremble. It was akin to a Berserker losing all reason and seeing only violence and death.

But to Rider, a Queen of her caliber, her rage would not only bring violence and death. She would see to it that her enemies suffered a crushing defeat. She would see to it personally and there was no stopping her. Her rage wasn't communicated through outburst of anger that could be visibly seen.

Rider, who had been a flirtatious, cheerful and utterly mischievous soul had turned deadly silent.

"Rider," he had said as he walked towards her. Saber seemed hesitant to let him approach but he had to talk to her, "I'm sorry. If I just got here sooner-"

"They took her," Rider murmured in a soft voice, "They took my Master."

"We'll get her back. We know where they are, we can make a plan. We'll save her and it will be all right," Shirou assured her as he stopped a few feet away from her.

The air around Rider was sharp enough to cut flesh. Her eyes fell on him, golden eyes looking right through him as if to discern if his words were to be trusted.

"They dared take what was mine," Rider said as she looked between Saber and Shirou, "Find me a well of prana. I need soldiers. I need troops. I need cavalry and spearmen and Druids. I need battering rams. I need War Machines. I need an Army that will March with me."

Shirou and Saber stared at her, drawn in by the passion in her words. They were surprised that they found it pleasant, almost reinvigorating. The Queen's sorrow and rage could be felt easily. The Knight and Hero of Justice found themselves nodding their heads.

"I waged War for less..." Rider breathed as she began to walk, "For her, I'll sunder a Nation. Mark my words... I will save her and you will help me."

"Yes. Even if you didn't ask," Shirou replied with a nod.

Saber placed his hand over his heart and bowed, "My feelings are the same. We will assist you."

Rider felt fury but it was tempered by cold fire. It burned yet it will hurt in the most cruel way. Shirou knew this and he couldn't help but marvel at the bond she shared with Brie. A girl she knew for two weeks at the most, was now something more than just a Master she served.

It was like a bond of siblings, perhaps of friends, a Queen and her Retainer.

Ulster had Cu Chulainn to stall her Wrath. Caster had no such Hero by her side... Rider would crush her even if it's the last thing she did.

"I'm going to kill Caster for taking my treasure," Rider snarled as she stomped and held a Spiral Sword in her grasp as she marched towards the mountains.

When she was done with it, there may be no mountain left.

[] "I know. She's next on my list."

You looked down on him. The sniveling, pathetic leech that he was laid bare for you to see. You stared him down as you held the box before you, ready to be opened and given orders let the curses latch on to him. It won't kill but he will suffer. Etched within the Box were similar to shortcut keys for various curses from all over the world.

They emulated the disasters and calamities once held within a similar box held by a similar construct to you. But whereas that person would have been a legendary figure wielding a world changing Noble Phantasm, this Box worked on a lesser scale and you were an inferior unit compared to her.

But even then it should be enough. This would be enough for him. The Luctworth were an ambitious family of Mages, through Sculpting they realize their magecraft which was how you guessed you were created. These information were made known to you only just now and you grimaced at them.

You didn't care for their glories or failures. All you wanted was your own wish.

And to realize it, this leech needed to be crushed.

So you spoke to him in response to his panicked words. You stopped and said, "I know."

Conrad's face lit up in relief then as his shoulders lowered themselves.

"She's next on my list," you told him before you opened the box. The top came off as blue light flourished into the air, "Now let Calamity Dance! Let loose the Depths of Despair! Black Box of Calamity!(Faux Pandoras)"

The Apostle's face contorted into that of fear before he turned and tried to escape. The curses wailed before enveloping him in a thick cloud of the world's gathered curses. Sickness, disease, misfortune, the whims of Daemons and calamities assaulted his body.

You watched his body twist and flake before his flesh and eyes bubbled. He screamed and screamed as he saw haunting visions before blood left his nostrils and tears slid down his face. He was consumed but never killed, the Curses latched on to him like moths to light.

And in the midst of this, his abilities as an Apostle were still active. So with every cut and pustule and burns, they were all healed at once as time reversed only for his flesh to be subjected to a new brand of curse. This repeated and repeated and repeated and repeated until he was nothing more than a bundle of pain and misery.

You shut the box and let the curse wreak havoc upon his form. You were growing tired of this... You want to go see Rider.

You looked down at your wounds and found that you have already healed. You held up your hand before inspecting it. You were going to run out of fuel soon but even then, you should be able to make it. The curses will remain active so long as the target lives and with Conrad's constitution, he'll be like that until someone breaks them one by one.

If anything, the Clocktower would find him an interesting guinea pig.

You looked up to see a familiar looking down on you. The doors ahead opened to reveal more human headed dogs wandering in. Seven of them in fact. You simply walked forward and started chanting. You called upon your silver arrows before they all found their marks, pinning the Abominations to the ground where they once stood.

You could get used to this. You kept walking as you eyed the structure of the castle and noticed the magical energy gathered beneath it. Something was under this place... Wait if it was underneath, would it be connected to the mountain?

You frowned.

What was Caster gathering that much power for? You can't help but think about what she doing. You knew she could call upon monstrous abominations she set up before.

Victor Frankenstein, the modern Prometheus, was a madwoman hellbent on creating twisted creatures for her own ends. You could guess what she wanted... She would want the perfect Human, a way to grant humanity immortality through her science and alchemy.

She was different though. While Victor did create the creature, he would soon come to regret it as he realized his mistake upon playing God. This woman didn't have remorse or showed any doubt for her creations. She merely created and created with no regard for ethics or morals.

And what did that make her capable of?

You followed the path and found a staircase leading downwards. You need to get to the bottom of this castle and see what was going on. You could at least put a wrench in her plans before you got sought out Rider. You descended deeper and deeper until you hit the dungeons of the castle.

Just how much work had been put into this body of yours. You felt lighter and more coordinated. Whereas normally you would have felt like you were sluggishly moving along the way, right now you were in control.

You were brimming with power as you traversed through the dungeons. You ran as you came across the prison cells where you came to a halt. You looked to see failed experiments and howling abominations trapped their cells.

The creatures you saw were... Indescribable. It's better if you didn't think about them or else you'll just end up having nightmares about them. You kept moving before you felt a disturbance ripple through the air.

The ceiling cracked and out came Conrad writhing in pain as the curses wracked his body. He moved despite his current state before swinging his claw at you. His eyes were crying tears of blood as you dodged from his strike.

He palmed the ground and swung his foot at you to which you ducked beneath. You then grabbed his ankle and threw him down the hall. He twisted in the air before shooting straight for you.

His shoulders struck your chest and the two of you were sent crashing down another level. You gasped in pain before he grabbed your hair and made you stand up.

You raised your shield and caught his strike before shoving him back. Bouncing off the wall, he threw a punch at you and sent you sliding back. He then followed up by tackling you back first into a hall.

The two of you rolled before he screamed as the curses tore through his body.

"Kill... I'll kill you!" He snarled as he go up, "You shitty Doll!"

You got ready and let his claw scrape your shield before you swat his hand aside. You moved back as his foot came flying before you smashed your shield into him once more. You drew your knife before turning, ducking beneath his back hand as you jammed the knife into his chest.

Blood spilled from his lips before your shield crushed his jaw. You grabbed him by the shirt and threw him down some stairs. He rolled and bled all over the steps as you caught up to him, allowing you to kick him through the door where you were greeted by a Sanctum.

Conrad coughed and writhed in pain as the curses relished in his soul. He cried out in pain before you stood before him. He slowly got up and hissed as his eyes were only fixed on you. There was no intelligence behind his gaze now, he was nothing more than ravenous beast driven by instincts.

The curses had driven him mad but impeded him from using his full potential.

"Doll... Doll... Doll... Doll... Doll... Fucking Doll!" He screamed as he held his head in pain as his flesh bubbled in a gruesome manner.

You noticed the sphere at the center of the Sanctum begin to crackle electricity as power was sent through the entire castle. Was this Caster's workshop?

"Jackpot," you breathed as you raised your shield.

"Die!" Conrad howled as you he fell down his knees as the curses running through his body ripped his mind apart. He screamed and you saw holes appear above.

Two massive bodies fell and landed on either side of Conrad. Belials...

They stood stock still before Conrad tore his shirt off to reveal a glyph branded on his stomach. He howled before raising his hands and driving them into the Belials beside him. He roared with a vicious voice before his body changed. The curses hastened the degradation of his mind and body but he was able to keep them at bay as he absorbed the bodies of the Dead Apostles beside him.

That caused his body to change. He grew...

Bulging muscles bubbling and burning, seeping with corrupted pus and vile sweat. He lost his hair, patches of the blonde mop remained as his youthful looks twisted into a monstrous visage.

His feet grew too large for his shoes, splitting them apart, his trousers bursting as he shot up a couple of meters. He snarled and growled, losing his human form for more powerful one. Still even then, your curses had attached themselves to his soul and despite his change of appearance he still suffered.

A prisoner in his own mind, he became a mad beast as his left arm grew just as big as he was. A feral claw scraped the walls before he screamed at you with fury akin to a turbulent storm.

"Kill... Doll... Kill... Doll!" The Beast that was once Conrad screeched as you felt prana fill the air.

Spears of blood erupted from his arm and extended towards you. You managed to block it with Aegis before you slid back. Conrad screamed as you stood before him.

The Box returned... Floating beside you, almost as if it was waiting for your next move.

There was one last thing hidden away within it... A replica it may be but it was one that sought to emulate the Noble Phantasm of Legend.

Conrad's eyes turned to slits before he lunged at you. Screaming and howling, a shell of the man he once was.

[] Open the Box. Release the Final secret. You'll make this quick.
[] Don't open the Box. You'll crush him with your barehands. He doesn't deserve what laid within.