Abnormality In Type-Moon: Madness Of Animeverse

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The dim, sunless chamber was steeped in shadows, illuminated only by the ominous red glow of a massive magic circle set deep within a volcanic crater. Like a solitary beacon amidst a desolate wasteland, its eerie light cast long, jagged shadows across the cavern walls.

This was the subterranean hollow beneath Mount Enzō—the very heart of the Great Holy Grail.

In this cursed domain, even the most accomplished mages of the Mage's Association would struggle to traverse, for the air itself seethed with malevolence, threatening to consume all intruders.

"Looks like someone's been having a bit too much fun."

Standing at the edge of the volcanic crater was a middle-aged man garbed in priestly robes. At first glance, his demeanor seemed tranquil, but there was a peculiar glint in his eyes—a blend of malice and amusement.

Moments later, as though sensing a presence, the man's lips curved into an unsettling smile.

"You've returned, I see."

From within the Great Holy Grail's magic circle, a shadow began to ooze forth like a viscous liquid. Slowly, it coalesced into a humanoid form, its features obscured save for two glowing eyes piercing through the darkness.

Angra Mainyu.

Grinning broadly, the shadow greeted the priest as though greeting an old neighbor after a long journey.

"Yo, Father Kirei! Were you waiting for my grand return?"

"To be precise," the priest—none other than Kirei Kotomine—replied with a faint chuckle, "I was waiting for you and the Nightmare Spirit. But alas, only you returned."

His tone carried a hint of reproach, as though lamenting wasted potential.

"That Nightmare Spirit... If properly utilized, it could have created some truly delightful chaos. Such a shame you squandered it so recklessly."

Angra Mainyu flinched slightly. He could already envision the grotesque scenarios Kirei might have concocted with the spirit's power.

"…Let me ask you this. If the Nightmare Spirit had survived, what exactly were you planning to do with it?"

"Oh, nothing too elaborate," Kirei mused, his voice betraying a perverse glee. "Perhaps send it into the dreams of that homunculus Roy and Rin Tohsaka. Force Roy to slaughter Rin in a fit of madness, provoke Rin into retaliating, and drive a wedge so deep between them that their bond shatters entirely. A little betrayal here, some manipulation there, and voilà—self-destruction."

The sinister grin on Kirei's face widened, the sheer joy of such cruelty lighting up his features.

Angra Mainyu's eyelid twitched uncontrollably.

Even after collaborating with this man, he still couldn't fathom how deranged Kirei truly was.

But alas, the Nightmare Spirit was gone—obliterated beyond recovery. As tragic as it was to lose such a rare and powerful entity, Angra Mainyu felt no regret. The gains from this venture far outweighed the loss.

"And what about your plan to find someone to replace me?" Kirei's voice broke the silence, his gaze fixed squarely on Angra Mainyu. "That homunculus, perhaps?"

Ten years ago, Angra Mainyu had exploited Kirei's innate malice, unleashing the entirety of his own evil through the Great Holy Grail to engulf the world in flames.

Yet Kirei was not a simple villain. Unlike mindless evil, his twisted psyche thrived on pleasure—a sensation he derived solely from the despair and suffering of others. To him, humanity was both a toy and a necessity. Without it, his pursuit of pleasure would cease.

This subconscious desire had influenced the Great Holy Grail, which, instead of annihilating all life, had left a remnant of humanity alive. The world was devastated, but not entirely lost—a calculated compromise reflecting Kirei's distorted will.

Angra Mainyu, however, was not satisfied.

Born as the incarnation of all the world's malice, his very essence demanded complete and utter annihilation of humankind.

And so, he had turned to Roy.

"Yes, I sought out that homunculus," Angra Mainyu admitted, scratching his cheek with a troubled expression. "But I miscalculated. He would've made the perfect Master—his hatred alone could have reshaped this world. But no matter how I tempted him, he refused to cooperate. And the strangest part? He's absurdly resilient, even when I pry into his past. I can't figure out how he suppresses his malice so completely. Could it be... he still harbors a shred of goodwill toward humanity?"

Angra Mainyu shook his head, perplexed.

Roy's desire to destroy the world was genuine. The death of that girl, Jeanne, should have stoked his hatred to unimaginable heights. Yet instead of succumbing to evil, Roy had buried it deep within himself.

It defied logic.

Before Angra Mainyu could dwell further, a booming voice echoed through the cavern.

"Hah! So this is the extent of the so-called 'All the World's Evil'? Reduced to fretting over the duality of human nature like a petty mortal!"

A blinding golden radiance descended, accompanied by a figure so dazzling it seemed as though the sun itself had materialized.

The man's flowing blond hair shimmered like molten gold, his scarlet eyes exuding the dangerous allure of a serpent. Clad in resplendent golden armor, his very presence radiated an aura of dominance and grandeur.

Gilgamesh.

The King of Heroes.

Angra Mainyu's lips twitched into a strained smile.

"Oh, it's you. What wisdom does His Majesty wish to impart this time?"

Despite his sarcastic tone, Angra Mainyu's posture remained casual, as though Gilgamesh's presence was merely an inconvenience.

"Hah! Foolish shadow!" Gilgamesh scoffed, his laughter reverberating like thunder. "Let me ask you this—when faced with equal amounts of good and evil, which side do you think humanity will favor?"

"Evil, obviously," Angra Mainyu replied without hesitation.

Gilgamesh's crimson eyes gleamed with approval.

"Exactly. Humanity clings to the facade of goodness, yet it is their malice that truly defines them. Shower them with blessings, and they may offer gratitude. But strip those blessings away, add a touch of cruelty, and they'll curse you with a venomous hatred that obliterates all memory of your kindness. Even beasts are not so base! Humanity, in its essence, is a vile and wretched existence."

He sneered, his disdain for humanity palpable.

"And so I ask you, shadow, what force could possibly suppress a malice powerful enough to destroy the world?"

Angra Mainyu fell silent, unable to answer.

Gilgamesh clicked his tongue, his expression one of profound disappointment.

"It is neither simple goodness nor shallow righteousness," he declared, turning away. "But something far deeper, far heavier, and infinitely more sorrowful…"

Without another word, Gilgamesh departed, leaving behind an air of cryptic finality.

Kirei, meanwhile, wore an expression of thoughtful intrigue, while Angra Mainyu stuck out his tongue at Gilgamesh's retreating figure.

"Seriously, can these riddlers just drop dead already?"

Despite his grumbling, Angra Mainyu's gaze turned toward the distant horizon.

"The endgame is here," he muttered. "Let's see what lies buried in your heart, Roy—the one thing even the malice of the world cannot suppress…"

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