why are you calling me a devil

No no no. Nero said holding back solder. Not know. She said holding her head.

As the in only her version, hundreds of arms came out and started to grabbed, her a from the ground a woman came this was her mother, she started to whisper in Nero ears, this was only happineing in Nero mind, as then her eyes went a red, as her sword Starred to burn with fire.

Ahhhhhhhhhhh. With a scream that every heard Nero charge. Ahhhhhhhhhhh.

As she then trys to his Caligula, as he blocked before his hand was cut of, as Nero went for a few more strikes

Nero's sudden outburst startled her soldiers, who watched in confusion as she seemed to be battling an unseen foe. In her mind, the haunting specter of her mother emerged, whispering dark secrets and stirring up memories of betrayal and manipulation.

As the illusion of her mother's presence intensified, Nero felt a surge of anger and frustration welling up inside her. Her vision blurred with rage, and her grip on reality slipped as she succumbed to the overwhelming emotions that threatened to consume her.

With a primal scream that echoed across the battlefield, Nero charged forward, her sword ablaze with fiery determination. She lashed out at Caligula with a flurry of strikes, each blow fueled by the turmoil raging within her soul.

Caligula, taken aback by Nero's sudden onslaught, raised his guard just in time to block her attacks. Despite his surprise, he managed to fend off her initial assault, his expression twisted into a grimace of pain as Nero's blade bit into his flesh.

But Nero was relentless, her relentless barrage of strikes driving Caligula back with each furious blow. With each swing of her sword, she channeled her inner turmoil into raw power, unleashing her pent-up rage upon her enemies with relentless ferocity.

As the battle raged on, Nero's soldiers watched in awe and apprehension, unsure of what had sparked their leader's sudden outburst. But they knew one thing for certain: Nero's fury was a force to be reckoned with, and woe betide anyone who stood in her way.

As then with one final strike she stabbed her sword into Caligula, as he just looked at her with a smile.

Thank you. Caligula's said looking at her. Thank you for freeing me.

As he desiperd back for the throne of heros as Nero fell tkmthr ground, as then Muramasa hold up Nero next to her neck, as then he saw Cleopatra was being holded by Ritsuka as he used Sun mage craft created a sword.

Let her go. Ritsuka said looking at Muramasa. Or else that is one less servant on your side

Muramasa's grip tightened around Nero's neck, his expression cold and calculating as he assessed Ritsuka's threat. "You overestimate your leverage, Master Fujimaru," he replied, his voice devoid of emotion. "The fate of one servant matters little in the grand scheme of things."

Nero gasped for breath, her eyes locking with Ritsuka's in a silent plea for help. Despite her predicament, her spirit remained unbroken, a testament to her resilience in the face of adversity.

Ritsuka's grip on the sword tightened, his resolve hardening as he stared down Muramasa. "I won't let you harm her," he declared, his voice steady with determination. "She's under my protection, and I'll do whatever it takes to keep her safe."

With a flicker of hesitation, Muramasa assessed the situation, weighing his options carefully. In the tense silence that followed, the fate of the battlefield hung in the balance, each side poised for action as they waited for the next move to be made.

Really. Muramasa said looking at him. I mean, I can just summon Cleapatra again, but if she dies game over for all of you.

I know. Ritsuka said as he looked at Muramasa. I just need time to do this. Shadow swap.

As then Cleapatra and Nero just swap place withe eachother.

Muramasa's eyes narrowed, a hint of surprise flashing across his face at Ritsuka's unexpected maneuver. "Clever," he admitted grudgingly, his grip loosening on Nero as she was replaced by Cleopatra. "But do you truly think such tricks will sway the outcome of this battle?"

Nero, now free from Muramasa's grasp, wasted no time in regaining her footing, her expression a mix of relief and determination. "Thank you, Fujimaru, umu" she said, her voice tinged with gratitude. "I won't forget this umu."

Ritsuka nodded, a sense of satisfaction washing over him as he saw his plan unfold successfully. "We're not out of the woods yet," he cautioned, his gaze shifting back to Muramasa. "But we'll find a way to turn the tide, no matter what it takes."

With tensions still high and the threat of battle looming, they braced themselves for the next move, knowing that their actions in the coming moments could determine the course of the entire conflict.

As Julius looked at his army if the united Roman empire, as she looked at Muramasa.

Retrieve. He said to his army. Retrieve

What. Cleopatra said looking at him. why

He is right. Muramasa said looking at her. For know retrieve we have already lost Caligula, so I can't lose for servants.

As the United Roman army began to withdraw, Ritsuka and his allies remained on guard, wary of any further surprises. Cleopatra glanced at Muramasa with a mixture of curiosity and suspicion.

"Why are you retreating now?" she asked, her tone tinged with skepticism. "We had them on the ropes."

Muramasa remained stoic, his gaze fixed on Ritsuka. "There are more important matters to attend to," he replied cryptically. "We cannot afford to lose any more resources at this juncture."

Nero, recovering from her ordeal, stood up slowly, her eyes narrowed as she watched the enemy forces retreat. "This isn't over," she muttered, her voice laced with determination. "We'll find them and finish what we started."

Ritsuka nodded in agreement, his grip tightening on his sword. "We'll be ready for them," he vowed, his gaze focused on the horizon where the enemy army had disappeared.

As the dust settled and the echoes of battle faded, the group gathered to assess their next steps. With the enemy temporarily in retreat, they knew they had a brief respite to regroup and strategize.

"We need to fortify our defenses and gather any intelligence we can about our adversaries," Mash suggested, her voice steady despite the lingering tension in the air.

Romani nodded in agreement, his expression grave. "We can't afford to underestimate them," he cautioned. "They've proven themselves to be formidable opponents."

Ritsuka glanced at Marie Alter, who stood silently by his side, her shadowy form a stark contrast to the surrounding chaos. "We'll need your insight," he said, addressing her directly. "Any information you can gather about their abilities and tactics could give us an edge."

Marie Alter nodded in understanding, her eyes gleaming with determination. "Consider it done," she replied, her voice resolute.

With their plan set, the group prepared to face whatever challenges lay ahead, knowing that the battle was far from over. As they braced themselves for the trials to come, Ritsuka couldn't shake the feeling that they were on the brink of something even more dangerous than they had yet encountered. But with their resolve unbroken and their bonds strengthened by adversity, they stood ready to confront whatever lay ahead in their quest to save humanity.

As after the battle Nero was in her own room, she was talking a rest, as then the arms came back again, as the wishper has started again.

Nero's heart pounded as she felt the familiar sensation of the arms wrapping around her, their icy grip sending shivers down her spine. She clenched her fists, trying to push back the memories that threatened to overwhelm her.

"Not again," she muttered, her voice trembling with fear and frustration. "Leave me alone."

But the whispers persisted, their haunting words echoing in her mind like a relentless melody. Images of her past, of her mother's betrayal and her own struggles for power, flashed before her eyes, each one more vivid and agonizing than the last.

"No, I won't listen," Nero whispered, her voice barely audible over the cacophony in her mind. She closed her eyes, trying to block out the voices, but they only grew louder, more insistent, until they felt like they were tearing her apart from the inside out.

Desperate for relief, Nero reached for her sword, its familiar weight offering a semblance of comfort in the midst of her turmoil. With a trembling hand, she drew the blade, its polished surface gleaming in the dim light of her chamber.

"I am the ruler of Rome," she declared, her voice firm and resolute, though she could feel the doubt gnawing at her from within. "I will not be controlled by the past. I will forge my own destiny."

With a fierce cry, Nero swung the sword, cleaving through the air as if to banish the ghosts that haunted her. For a brief moment, the whispers subsided, replaced by a quiet calm that enveloped her like a protective cloak.

But even as she lowered her sword, Nero knew that the darkness would always linger, waiting for its chance to return. With a heavy sigh, she sheathed her weapon, steeling herself for the battles yet to come, both within and without.

Are you sure. The voice of Nero mother said. Are you really, your birth only happened as I planned, and everything you have done, tell are you really a ruler or are you devil

Nero's breath caught in her throat as her mother's voice echoed through the chamber, its chilling timbre sending a shiver down her spine. She clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms as she fought to steady her trembling hands.

"I am not a devil," Nero whispered, her voice barely above a whisper. "I am the rightful ruler of Rome, chosen by the people to lead them to greatness."

But even as she spoke the words, doubt gnawed at her, twisting her thoughts and clouding her vision. Was she truly worthy of the title she claimed? Or was she just a pawn in her mother's twisted game, a puppet dancing to the strings of fate?

"No," Nero thought, her jaw setting in determination. "I will not succumb to her lies. I will prove myself, not just to others, but to myself."

With a deep breath, Nero steadied herself, drawing upon the strength and resolve that had carried her through countless trials before. She would not let her mother's words break her, nor would she allow them to define her.

"I am Nero Claudius Caesar Augustus Germanicus," she declared, her voice ringing with conviction. "And I will forge my own destiny, free from the shadows of the past."

As the echoes of her words faded into the silence of the chamber, Nero felt a newfound sense of clarity wash over her. Whatever challenges lay ahead, she would face them with courage and determination, knowing that she alone held the power to shape her own fate.

Meanwhile in a different room, Ritsuka was with mash, as he looked at her.

Tell me mash. Ritsuka said looking at her. Did I ever tell you about the beast class

Mash glanced up from her tablet, her brow furrowing in concentration. "Beast class?" she repeated, a note of curiosity in her voice. "No, I don't think you have. What's the Beast class?"

Ritsuka leaned back in his chair, tapping his fingers against the armrest. "Well, from what I've gathered, the Beast class is a classification for entities that are considered beyond the scope of regular Servants," he explained. "They're incredibly powerful and often tied to significant events or figures in history."

Mash nodded, her interest piqued. "So, they're like super-Servants?" she ventured, her eyes alight with curiosity.

"Sort of," Ritsuka agreed with a nod. "But they're also more... primal, I guess you could say. They're driven by instinct and desire, and their powers can be pretty unpredictable."

Mash frowned thoughtfully, processing the information. "Have we encountered any Beast-class entities before?" she asked, her voice tinged with concern.

Ritsuka hesitated, recalling their past encounters with powerful adversaries. "Not directly, but I've heard rumors," he admitted. "They're not something to be taken lightly, Mash. If we ever come face to face with a Beast, we'll need to be prepared for anything."

Mash nodded solemnly, her expression serious. "Understood, Senpai," she said, determination shining in her eyes. "We'll do whatever it takes to protect humanity, no matter what challenges we may face."

Ritsuka smiled, grateful for Mash's unwavering resolve. Together, they would continue to confront whatever threats lurked in the shadows, knowing that their bond and their determination would see them through even the darkest of trials.

For example, Goetia is a beast. Ritsuka said looking at her. Or as I have told you about the seventh singularty in the original timeline, Tiamat is a beast that we fought. Ritsuka said remebring the seventh lost belt. And Kyonskya is a beast as well, even do I ams not sure she will turn into one in this timeline, so to me changing the future a bit

Mash listened intently, absorbing Ritsuka's words. "So, Beasts are entities of immense power, tied to significant events or figures," she summarized, her expression thoughtful. "And they can pose a serious threat if they're not handled properly."

Ritsuka nodded. "Exactly. They're not something we can afford to underestimate," he affirmed. "And while we've faced some formidable opponents already, Beasts operate on a whole different level."

Mash's gaze turned contemplative as she considered the implications. "If Kyonskya is potentially a Beast in another timeline, then altering the future could prevent that outcome," she mused, a note of determination entering her voice. "We have to do everything we can to ensure that she doesn't become a threat."

Ritsuka smiled, impressed by Mash's insight. "You're right, Mash. Changing the future might just be our best chance at preventing disaster," he agreed. "And with your strength by my side, I know we can overcome whatever challenges come our way."

With a shared sense of purpose, they prepared to face the uncertainties of the future, knowing that their actions could shape the course of history and protect humanity from even the most formidable foes.

But. Ritsuka said as chill goes down his spine. There was one beast, I never fought, but another me did, Tiamat told me, not just we summons her in Chaldea, tell do you know about the beast if 666 from the Bible

Mash's expression shifted to one of concern as she processed Ritsuka's words. "Beast 666... That's from the Book of Revelation," she replied, her voice tinged with apprehension. "It's described as a great, multi-headed beast rising from the sea, associated with chaos and destruction."

Ritsuka nodded grimly. "That's right. In some interpretations, it represents the embodiment of evil or the Antichrist," he added, his tone serious. "If there's even a possibility that it exists in our world, then it's a threat we can't ignore."

Mash's eyes widened with realization. "If Beast 666 is anything like the other Beasts we've encountered, then defeating it won't be easy," she remarked, her voice echoing with determination. "But we have to find a way to stop it, no matter what."

Ritsuka nodded in agreement. "Agreed, Mash. We'll need to stay vigilant and be prepared for whatever challenges lie ahead," he affirmed, his resolve unwavering. "Together, we'll face this threat head-on and protect humanity from the darkness that threatens to consume it."

With their determination renewed, Ritsuka and Mash braced themselves for the daunting task ahead, knowing that their journey would lead them into the heart of darkness itself to confront the greatest threat the world had ever known.

To be continued