Humiliation
Inside the grand halls of New Chaldea's base, Boris stood waiting, his seasoned eyes quickly taking in the subtle but striking shift in Doom's aura. For years, Boris had been a loyal butler to Victor von Doom, his mind sharpened to discern even the slightest change in his master. But this time, it felt as though he were standing before a warrior who had weathered countless battles, honed in the fires of conflict.
"Young master, what happened to you?" Boris asked, his voice measured but laced with concern.
Doom glanced at him, his face cold, handsome, and as stoic as ever. "I went through enlightenment, Boris. That's all." With a slow, deliberate motion, he removed his mask, revealing his emotionless face, sharp and calculating. For a moment, he forgot to suppress his aura. The room around them seemed to constrict under the sheer weight of his presence, an unintentional release of his battle-hardened spirit.
"Very well, young master," Boris murmured, swallowing as he recovered his composure. He gestured for Doom to follow him to the command room, where the Chaldea organization’s senior members were gathered. As they entered, the air buzzed with a lively conversation—Goredolf, Sion Eltnam Sokaris, Da Vinci, Ritsuka Fujimaru, Mash, and even Rudra Ratan shared in the discussions, their laughter filling the space with a rare warmth.
But Doom’s presence washed over the room like a wave, and the warmth drained out, leaving a tense silence. Their relaxed expressions faltered as they felt the unmistakable weight of Doom’s aura—one of deadly power and calculation. Rudra, who had a solid rapport with everyone, gave Doom an appraising look. Even doom who had handsome Scary villain face. And They still somewhat feared because of his aura.
“About time, Doom,” Rudra remarked dryly, smirking a little. “Didn’t expect a ‘wannabe Mr. Perfect’ to make us wait. And…hold on, did you get stronger, or is my mind playing tricks?”
Doom clicked his tongue, unimpressed. “What misfortune to be greeted by the wailing of a wild boar upon my return to Chaldea. Even the refreshing air here is fouled by your breath, Rudra. Maybe that brain of yours has gone numb from exposure to cold.”
While the two bickered, trading barbs with the finesse of seasoned rivals, the Chaldea members watched in a mix of amazement and dread. Ritsuka, Sion, and Da Vinci, familiar with such exchanges, remained calm, but Director Goredolf and Kadoc couldn’t mask their discomfort, visibly unnerved by Doom’s domineering aura and his fierce exchange with Rudra.
After a moment, Ritsuka stepped forward, breaking the tension. “Victor von Doom, I’m Ritsuka Fujimaru. It’s an honor to meet you. I’ve heard much about your accomplishments.” His calm demeanor seemed to settle the room, drawing attention away from the verbal sparring.
Sion stepped up beside him, her eyes sharp with curiosity. “The stories of the genius Prince Victor von Doom don’t do justice to your presence. It’s a pleasure to meet you in person, Doom.”
Doom’s gaze flickered to her, a hint of amusement in his voice. “Like-wise.”
The weight of his words lingered, his demeanor leaving no question of the respect he commanded. Even in Chaldea, surrounded by talents and powerful figures, Doom’s aura set him apart as someone who would demand attention, and respect—whether they wished to give it or not.
In the command room of Chaldea, Da Vinci, always keen on securing Chaldea’s safety, turned to Doom. “We had prepared a list of seven Masters to join us here, but it seems… they’ve gone missing. Do you know anything about it?”
Doom responded without hesitation, his voice cold and unforgiving. “I sent them where they needed to be. I was thoroughly disappointed to discover that you had even considered recruiting those worthless, pathetic excuses for Masters. They were trash,” he stated bluntly, his disgust evident.
The implication hung heavy in the air. Kadoc, Sion, Da Vinci, and Goredolf exchanged wary glances, each silently understanding Doom’s true meaning. They knew, without needing to ask, that Doom had killed the other potential Masters, seeing them as unworthy of serving Chaldea’s cause. Director Goredolf’s face flushed with shame, humbled and embarrassed by Doom’s judgment of their choices.
Doom’s gaze swept across the room, and his expression grew slightly curious. “I heard there were two Masters who undertook a journey to save the world,” he said, as if expecting some insight into their strength.
Mashu, feeling the crushing weight of Doom’s aura, forced herself to speak, though her voice trembled. “Senpai… Gudako isn’t feeling well… so she didn’t come out today.”
“Pathetic,” Doom replied sharply, his disappointment like a physical blow. Mashu wavered under the pressure, her knees nearly buckling before Ritsuka steadied her with a gentle hand.
Doom’s eyes narrowed. “Why is Chaldea seeking Masters from all corners of the world?” he demanded.
Da Vinci stepped forward, a note of somberness in her voice. “Actually, Chaldea has been fighting a new threat. The Earth has been covered by a strange, cosmic fog—corrupted, toxic to life. We’ve been struggling for years to remove it. But today…” She exchanged a glance with Goredolf. “Today, the fog vanished out of nowhere.”
Goredolf nodded, some of his usual bravado returning as he said, “That’s why everyone is celebrating. It was a disaster narrowly avoided.”
Sion, adjusting her glasses thoughtfully, added, “Though… the fog may be gone, satellites and space stations around the world are vanished as well, almost as if the Earth itself has been shifted or… teleported in another solar system similar to us.”
Doom listened, his expression a mask of indifference. “If everything is truly resolved, then I will take my leave.”
But before he left, Doom walked up to Ritsuka, his gaze sharp and unyielding. “In the long history of humanity, all that you’ve accomplished, all the work you’ve done—it will disappear, Fujimaru. It will be erased,” he declared. “There’s no other way to say it. You’ve wasted your life on meaningless pursuits with no true gain.”
Doom’s voice lowered, his words cutting like a knife. “You may as well kill yourself. No one would care—save for those with whom you’ve forged shallow bonds. Do you really think this path will bring you happiness?”
The command room fell silent. Doom’s words hung in the air like a dark cloud, and everyone held their breath, shocked by his harshness. But Ritsuka looked Doom square in the eye, fearless.
“I’m happy with what I’ve gained from this journey,” he replied calmly. “The memories, the bonds, they’re beautiful to me. I don’t need anything more. Besides,” he added with a faint smile, “if I hadn’t started this journey, you wouldn’t be standing in front of me right now.”
Da Vinci and Sion exchanged approving smiles, admiration clear in their eyes. Even Kodac and Goredolf allowed themselves small nods of respect, taken aback by Ritsuka’s unshakable resolve.
Doom regarded him for a moment, then a rare chuckle escaped his lips. “Not bad, Fujimaru,” he said, almost pleased. “If you ever need anything—if Chaldea requires aid—do not hesitate to contact me or my kingdom.”
Ritsuka nodded gratefully. “Thank you, Doom.”
With a final glance around the room, Doom turned and left, his butler Boris trailing silently behind him, leaving Chaldea to the echoes of his words and Ritsuka’s unwavering answer.
As Doom moved out of Chaldea's base, he cast a subtle illusion over Boris, ensuring his loyal butler saw nothing amiss. With a quick gesture, Doom created a clone, sending it forward in his place, then lifted the illusion around Boris. Perfect, Doom thought. Now he could roam as he pleased, unseen and unhindered.
His first stop was a casual glance at Shirou Emiya, who was wandering around the Chaldea civilian apartments with that scum Astolfo at his side. Doom narrowed his eyes. “Both scums are together,” he muttered to himself, pleased. “Good.”
From there, he traveled far from Chaldea's base, seeking solitude to reach out to others who shared his interests. Now, let’s contact the others, he mused with a smirk, I am truly ready to torture some so-called scum protagonists.
He accessed the group chat in his mind.
{Doom: Everyone ready?}
{Loki: We were waiting for your words.}
{Esdeath: Yes, I'm already excited. Let’s hurry up.}
{Doom: Okay}
{Alice: But Doom, I’m a prisoner here. How am I supposed to travel to your world?}
{Doom: Don’t worry. The restrictions binding you only work within your universe. You’re free to move between worlds with the protection of the group chat. Now… good. I’ll open the channels for everyone.}
He opened the world channels, and several black gates materialized before him, warping the air with ominous energy. As he pulled back his own aura, concealing his strength, he ensured that even Aizen wouldn’t be able to sense his true power. No one in this group needed to know exactly what he was capable of—not yet.
Soon, figures emerged from the gates and assembled before him.
Esdeath appeared first—a tall, striking woman with ice-blue hair, military uniform pristine, radiating a hardened, heroic aura.
Near her was Aizen, with his signature calm smirk and an air of refinement. His presence almost whispered promises of deception, but Doom’s confidence was unshaken.
Beside Aizen was Loki, the so-called god of mischief, who arrived with an air of majesty tinged with irreverent princely upbringing, his temperament seems a bit funny and unreliable..
To his left, Sukuna stood, the cursed spirit exuding an almost overwhelming aura of malevolence, curses practically seeping from his very form.
And finally, Alice, who has pointed ears like elfs, wearing a her dark, elegant dress, silver hair cascading around her, gazed at him with mild awe.
They all looked in Doom’s direction, visibly curious—and perhaps unsettled—by his unreadable strength. Even Aizen's smirk wavered ever so slightly. They sensed only the thick, unsettling aura of war and madness around him, the kind found in a warrior who had waded through centuries of bloodshed.
Doom’s lips curled into a small, menacing smile. Now, he thought, let the games begin.
Esdeath was the first to approach Doom, her piercing blue eyes studying him intently. She tilted her head, and a sly grin tugged at her lips as she took in his steely, unbreakable aura.
“Although you look young, I suspect that’s deceptive. I’ve fought on countless battlefields, but I’ve never encountered anyone quite like you. You’re like a ravenous beast—starving, on the hunt for prey.” Her grin widened as her eyes brightened with unfiltered excitement. “It makes me feel alive just thinking about it! Ha!”
Doom maintained a cold, impassive gaze. “Think what you want. Doom will consider speaking freely once you’ve all proven yourselves.” There was no warmth in his voice, but his presence only seemed to draw her in further.
Esdeath’s face flushed, clearly captivated by the intensity of his demeanor. She held her ground, refusing to falter under the weight of his aura. Impressive, Doom noted internally. ' Her mental power is weaker, yet her will alone keeps her standing. Though her gaze… it’s as if she’s ready to devour me.'
A smooth voice interrupted his thoughts as Aizen stepped forward, a polite smile gracing his face. He bowed slightly, a gesture of respect that spoke to his calculated nature.
“An honor to meet you, Doom. Please, call me Aizen.” His tone was gentle, smooth, yet there was a glimmer of something sharp behind his eyes. “I look forward to seeing how our paths will align.”
'I can't feel the strength of Doom and his Aura...only from Unohana and Kenpachi Zaraki have I ever felt something like that and theirs seems to be much worse too. Well, as expected of someone who can be the group owner of this magical chat group and even observe other worlds.' aizen thought himself.
Even though he is thinking deeply, his actions are very smooth.
Doom recognized the mastery of Aizen’s performance—the perfect mask of elegance and reliability, hiding the ruthlessness beneath. If Anyone didn’t know his true nature, Doom mused*, idiots might even trust him. But I know better. He wouldn’t call out Aizen’s game; instead, he’d enforce a few quiet rules within the group to prevent any betrayal.
Loki, meanwhile, recovered from his initial shock and sauntered forward, casting a confident, mischievous look at the group before bowing grandly.
“Loki, prince of Asgard. A pleasure, truly.” His gaze lingered on Doom with curiosity. “I’ve heard from the elder gods that my father, Odin, once had a warrior’s presence like yours. Although time has shifted it into the air of an emperor, I imagine you would’ve rivaled him in his youth.” Loki’s smirk was cunning, his words laden with intrigue.
He continued, clearly ready to entertain himself with stories of Asgard’s history, until Alice pushed him aside, clearly unamused. “Enough, Loki. We’ll deal with you later.”
With surprising strength, she stepped forward, a trace of nervousness crossing her face. Her silver hair cascaded around her, framing her pointed ears and elven features.
“Hello, Doom.” Her voice was softer than the others’, filled with a mixture of respect and gratitude. “Thank you for this opportunity. I never thought I’d see the outside world again.”
Doom gave a short nod, his tone tempered just slightly. “It’s fine, Alice. Don’t worry about it.”
As he surveyed them, he felt a twinge of satisfaction. They were a formidable gathering of allies—and while each had their own agenda, Doom would make certain they all followed his lead. For now, this alliance would serve him well.
Doom strode purposefully toward Sukuna, who, lacking a physical body, was a twisted amalgamation of curses and fragmented power. Though this cursed spirit was notorious for his arrogance, even Sukuna found himself wary of Doom’s presence—a primal sense of death encroaching as if all his countless lives were being tallied up. Aizen’s smooth and inscrutable calm only amplified this feeling. For the first time, Sukuna truly felt the weight of his mortality.
But rather than recoiling in fear, Sukuna’s lips twisted into a predatory smile, his eyes glinting with ambition. The presence of these otherworldly beings didn’t break him. Instead, they inspired something new: a goal, a purpose. He wanted to challenge them—to pit his power against these monsters from other worlds.
Doom’s cold eyes appraised him, giving a slight nod of approval. “I see you haven’t broken down. That pleases me, Sukuna. I have high expectations for you.”
Sukuna’s grin grew wider, unfazed by the challenge. "Expectations, huh? Just don’t regret it when I start tearing my way through every challenge you throw at me, Doom. I’ve yet to see something I couldn’t dominate. This’ll be no different.”
Doom’s expression remained inscrutable. “You will have a more suitable body soon—perhaps from the Clock Tower, though not immediately.”
Aizen, hearing this, glanced over, his interest piqued. He adjusted his glasses, his expression a careful mask, though a glint in his eye betrayed his curiosity. Just as he opened his mouth to speak, Doom’s calm voice cut in.
“I will provide you with details after we’ve completed our mission,” he stated, putting an end to any immediate inquiries.
Aizen chuckled softly, his voice smooth as silk. “Of course. I’ve found that patience can bear rather rewarding fruit. Besides,” he added with a serene smile, “my recent decision has… simplified things. I’ve returned to my base form, a difficult choice, but necessary. A new journey demands a certain sacrifice, wouldn’t you say, Doom? After all, in this form, I can finally surpass even my prime.”
Doom offered him a curt nod of acknowledgment, a rare sign of respect between them.
He then created a small golem, extending his hand toward Sukuna. “This will serve as a temporary vessel for now. Use it to interact with the physical world.”
Sukuna sneered as he took over the golem, his new form stiff and awkward. “Tch. I feel like some child’s puppet,” he growled, rotating the joints, his movements jerky and unnatural. The lack of a true body clearly irked him, and he shot Doom a dark look.
Alice laughed lightly, her amusement barely concealed. “Oh, dear, the King of Curses reduced to a little puppet? It suits you, Sukuna.”
Loki snickered, not missing an opportunity to poke fun. “Now, now, Alice, let’s not be too harsh. Look at him—he's adorable in his own deadly, cursed way.” His smile was sharp, but it softened as he looked back to Doom, eager to hear what was next.
Doom silenced them with a raised hand, his voice low and resolute. “Let’s not waste time. Our first action will be to target Shirou Emiya. We’ll proceed carefully. Remember, we cannot kill him directly or cripple him outright. His luck is… notorious. But other methods of torment are well within our means.”
Doom’s words sank in, and the group fell silent, a shared understanding passing between them. This was only the beginning, but they were ready to test the resolve of a protagonist.
Alice turned to Doom, her frustration evident. "Doom, we talked about ways to handle Shirou Emiya before arriving, but these guys…" she huffed, shooting a dark look at Aizen and Sukuna. "Especially Aizen! If only he’d keep quiet, but no—he has to sit there, laughing at our plans like we’re some kind of joke."
Aizen, stood nearby and adjusting his glasses with elegant nonchalance, noticed her words and couldn’t help the smirk that played on his lips. The plans they had discussed had been, in his view, amateurish—barely worth his time. After all, he was Aizen, the one who orchestrated events that would take centuries to unravel. These so-called schemes? They were beneath him.
Who is he? Aizen, the smartest Shinigami with super IQ. Everything in his world is in his grasp. When he plans something, then it means that he is thorough with it. Other people plan for a specific action, but he Aizen plans the entire life of his opponent.
To him, these plans were the equivalent of a child’s first attempt at strategy. He relished in the opportunity to get under their skin, feeling just a bit of amusement because he felt annoyed when he saw the trashy plans in the chat and decided to annoy them back.
A basic 'Haha' here and there is enough to explode the mentality of these monkey brains.
Loki, unable to hold back, snapped, "By the gods, Aizen, I want to kill him. How can one person be so insufferably smug?"
Aizen looked at him innocently, his eyes glinting with a practiced calm, and smiled warmly—his expression as genuine as a viper’s. “Oh, dear Loki,” he began smoothly, his tone polished, “I apologize if there’s been any misunderstanding. You know, it’s only been a short time since I was… sealed away. I’m still savoring the thrill of conversation. When I said ‘Haha,’ it was simply in the spirit of good-natured enjoyment.”
Alice, perhaps too eager to accept a reasonable explanation, nodded, slightly appeased. But Doom, Sukuna, and Loki exchanged a knowing look. They saw through Aizen’s facade easily enough, each of them familiar with his type of cunning. Sukuna’s sneer only deepened, and Loki raised an eyebrow, silently conveying his disbelief.
Esdeath, on the other hand, gave a careless shrug, her gaze fixed on Doom, uninterested in the intricacies of Aizen’s games. For her, the thrill of violence was straightforward, and if Aizen’s antics amused him, she couldn’t care less.
Doom faced the group, his tone as authoritative as ever. "All right. I want to make it clear that we’re targeting two particular pests, not just Shirou Emiya. There’s another one equally problematic Scum—Astolfo.”
Loki’s eyes lit up with a gleeful smirk, stepping forward confidently, practically ignoring Alice’s earlier complaints. “Leave this to me. This is the sort of game I was born to play. But Doom,” he purred with anticipation, “do tell me… what makes these two so intolerable? It’ll make dismantling them that much more… satisfying.”
Doom considered this for a moment. “Shirou Emiya, first and foremost, is blinded by pride—an absurd, unearned kind of pride. and he acts like he had problems that all women go after him to have sex with him. He is incredibly prideful and confident in himself., believing he’s entitled to every beautiful woman he meets. Though he’s weak, he somehow lucks his way through battles, oblivious to his own incompetence. His mind, as you’ll see in these files,” he added, gesturing to a stack of documents he brought them from system, “is firmly lodged in the gutter.”
He continued, unflinching. “Then there’s Astolfo is shy snake, who looks like female. He also likes to 'pretend to be a pig, to eat a tiger', intentionally letting womens mock him and then force himself on womens to sleep with him afterwards by manipulating womens. .”
Doom handed them a compilation of fanfictions and other materials that detailed Shirou and Astolfo’s worst behaviors.
As Alice flipped through the pages, her face paled. She dropped the documents, gagging. “By the gods—this is vile!”
Loki, usually composed, looked visibly shaken, as if he’d stumbled across a particularly horrific tale. “Even I’ve done some morally gray things, but this is… well, it’s unspeakable.”
Aizen’s polite smile vanished as he flipped through the files, unable to hide his disgust. “Pathetic as expected,,” he sneered, tossing the pages back to Doom. “To think this kind of vermin walks the same worlds we do. Even more laughable is whoever wrote such a depraved narrative. Trash, writing about trash.”
Sukuna and Esdeath, who had opted not to read, chuckled at the reactions. Esdeath looked at the others with an amused, detached expression, clearly unfazed by the horror in the files.
Alice, recovering, gritted her teeth, her eyes blazing with new resolve. “Doom, I can’t just prank these fools; I want to make sure they regret ever existing.”
“Agreed,” Loki growled, his usual mischief hardened into something darker. “No more tricks, just unrelenting payback.”
Aizen’s icy calm returned as he turned to Doom, smirking. “Allow me to help as well. I’ll ensure we won’t leave a trace of their arrogance intact.”
Doom’s cold smile deepened as he regarded his allies. “Good. That’s exactly the spirit we’ll need. Now, let’s get to work.”
Loki raised his hands theatrically, a mischievous grin lighting up his face. “So, pride and vanity—easy marks. I’ve got the perfect opening gambit.” He chuckled, lost in his own thoughts, oblivious to the frustrated glare from Alice.
Doom’s voice cut through Loki’s laughter, his tone carrying an edge of impatience. “Loki, I understand you’re enjoying yourself, but we’re on a timeline. If you have a plan, let’s hear it.”
Snapping out of his reverie, Loki cleared his throat, a bit sheepish. “Ah, right. Well, it’s simple: we use their vanity against them. Alice and Esdeath can handle it. Just let them stroll up to those fools, and when their guards are down, beat them senseless and strip them of every last possession. Imagine the humiliation!” He cackled, clearly pleased with himself.
A heavy silence settled over the group, leaving Loki blinking in confusion at the lack of enthusiasm. “Oh, tough crowd. That was only my first idea, alright?”
Aizen’s composed demeanor faltered slightly as he watched Loki with a mix of irritation and disbelief. He shot Doom a look, as if silently begging permission to suggest something more sophisticated.
But after Thinking aizen was about to give a idea.
But Doom held up a hand. "Aizen, let him cook"
Aizen stopped himself.
"I understand your strategies are always… comprehensive. But sometimes, it's valuable to see if these pests fall victim to a simpler snare first. Besides,” Doom added with a smirk, “it’d be a shame if these fools only lost because of your genius. Let Loki’s plan have its moment. Let him do dirty works, maybe in future you will get chance.”
Aizen gave a small, reluctant nod, hiding his distaste. “Very well, Doom. I appreciate your concern for my… reputation.”
Loki, feeling slightly vindicated, chuckled under his breath but wisely held back from gloating. “Trust me. The simplicity makes it perfect. They won’t see it coming.”
Doom’s eyes swept over the group. “Alice, Esdeath, when you approach Emiya and Astolfo, don’t bother with conversation. Engage, and make sure they feel it, but keep them conscious. And take everything they hold dear. Pride, vanity, whatever it is—they’ll be left with nothing.”
Esdeath’s lips curved into a cold smile as she gave a nod. “Consider it done.”
Alice crossed her arms, flashing a wicked grin. “Oh, this will be… satisfying.”
‘For once, they’re unexpectedly cooperative,’ Loki thought with a glint of approval, glancing at Doom with subtle gratitude. “Alright, let’s get moving!” He clapped his hands, starting to laugh until Sukuna, visibly exasperated, growled.
“Enough with the cackling. You’re worse than a brat,” Sukuna sneered, his irritation barely masked.
Loki coughed, forcing himself to calm down. “Yes, yes, I’ll behave.”
With a curt nod, Doom signaled the group forward. As they neared Shirou and Astolfo’s location, he turned to them one last time. “Let’s begin.”
Alice and Esdeath strode purposefully forward, each prepared to deliver the humiliation Loki had promised.
*****
Shirou POV
My name is Shirou Emiya, and this here is my Servant, Astolfo. He’s… well, let's just say he’s quite the character—flashy, loud, and doesn’t exactly carry himself with much dignity. He has this strange habit of flirting with women left and right, though his charm is debatable at best. Meanwhile, I constantly find myself at the center of attention, with women apparently gravitating toward me for reasons I can’t quite understand. It’s a problem. I don’t know what they see in me; I just want to help people, but somehow it always leads to… complications and I did few naughty things with both Older and younger females.
This morning didn’t help matters either. I had the strangest, most unsettling dream, and it involved someone unexpected—the so-called “last Master,” Ritsuka Fujimaru. To make matters worse, Rin and Sakura are actually meeting with him right now, supposedly to discuss matters between Japan and Chaldea. Not a word to me before they left. I can’t quite stomach it.
“Why do I have this strange feeling… like something I’m supposed to have is slipping through my fingers whenever I think of them and that guy?”
I shook my head, trying to clear the thought. I had bigger things to worry about—like this ridiculous feeling of resentment I can’t shake. I glance over at Astolfo, who’s busy rambling on as usual, leading us further into the corridors of Chaldea.
As we continued, we suddenly spotted two women standing nearby. Something about them drew my attention, an almost magnetic pull I couldn’t quite explain.
Astolfo’s eyes practically sparkled. “Master! They’re absolutely stunning! What do you say, they look so sexy and hot, how about we enjoy with them for once… maybe have a little fun?” His usual grin was already plastered across his face.
I sighed, ready to turn him down, but he was already pulling me forward. “Come on, Master! Stop holding back.”
I gave in, reluctantly following him. It’s not like it’d be the first time I had to humor him in these sorts of things. Here we go again , women's always problem. I know they try to flirt with me.
As we approached, I took a better look at them. The first woman was tall, with an icy beauty to her. Her skin was pale, almost luminescent, and her piercing blue eyes held a cold, almost predatory intensity. She had an aura of command about her, a presence that was both regal and intimidating. Not to mention her long legs hehehe...
The second woman had a certain mystique—silver hair that flowed past her shoulders, cold, calculating eyes, and an elegance that seemed almost otherworldly. There was something about her expression that suggested she was not one to be trifled with, yet I found myself drawn in by her beauty.
Suppressing any visible reaction, I put on my usual confident smile and walked up to them, figuring that a calm, charming approach might be best. “Are you both lost? My Servant and I are new to this place too. Nice to meet you.”
Astolfo stepped forward with a grin that was somehow both endearing and unsettling. “Yes, and if you’d like, we’d be more than happy to show you around. There are some… quieter spots around here, if you’d prefer something a bit more private, How about we go to another place fufufu" astolfo said with disgusting smile.
I shot him a warning look, but he was too caught up in his own amusement to care.
The two women, however, exchanged a glance, and a faint smile curved on the lips of the silver-haired one. In that moment, I had the uncomfortable sense that whatever we’d just walked into was entirely out of our control.
***
Esdeath's POV
I noticed them the moment they walked in-two men with unwarranted confidence, oblivious to the situation they'd just stepped into. Alice gave me a familiar grin, the same dark, twisted smile that I often wore myself when I'm about to break someone. I turned to inspect the pair more closely.
The one called Astolfo looked... delicate, almost feminine. His overly friendly grin was practically begging to be wiped off his face. If he thinks he can charm me, he's sorely mistaken.
'With that face, I'd almost have to wonder if I'm the one with strange tastes. This one doesn't know what power looks like. If he did, he'd understand he's got no place in my heart.'
Then my gaze shifted to the other one-Shirou. Red hair, unremarkable features, and an air of misplaced confidence. Both Alice and I exchanged a silent look of disdain, but on the surface, we plastered on pleasant smiles.
Before Shirou or Astolfo could so much as blink, I addressed them with an icy tone that froze them in their tracks.
"Hello, Astolfo and Shirou," I said, my voice cutting through the air like a blade. "My name is Esdeath, and this is Alice. Consider this a robbery."
'Did I hear that right? This woman wants to rob me, what a joke. Or is she extremely charmed by me and is already playing games fufu...' Astolfo's thought to himself
Astolfo blinked, his expression a blend of confusion and disbelief. Clearly, he thought I was toying with him. I could see his deluded grin start to form, no doubt thinking this was some twisted form of flirtation.
"Are you seri-?" he began, only to be silenced by Alice's fist connecting with his face. He stumbled back, too stunned to react before her hands were on him again, wrenching him into submission with ease.
I freezed his command spells with time stop.
Shirou took a step back, anger flaring in his eyes. I could see that determined fire, that so-called "heroic spirit" that he probably thought would make him stronger than he was. To me, it was just a sign that this would be a little more entertaining than usual.
"Hey! Stop that!" he yelled, lunging forward, but I intercepted him with a brutal punch to his stomach, watching as he doubled over and coughed up blood. His fury only seemed to intensify, but it wasn't enough.
From a distance, I caught a glimpse of the others observing the scene. Aizen's expression turned calculating, intrigued.
"So, this is the protagonist?" he murmured to Doom, watching Shirou's sudden increase in strength. "Just from anger alone, he's managing to draw out reserves of power?"
Doom nodded thoughtfully, folding his arms as he regarded Shirou and Astolfo with faint disappointment. "Expected as much. But against Esdeath and Alice? That will never be enough."
Meanwhile, Shirou's fury had given him a burst of energy, his body radiating with newfound power as he attempted to fight back. It was almost amusing-he seemed convinced his conviction would be enough to win. But with the precision of a seasoned hunter, I kept my blows measured, just enough to inflict pain while avoiding anything too damaging. If he thought his protagonist aura would break through this, he was sorely mistaken.
Alice caught on quickly and followed my lead, her sadistic streak clear as she matched my method, using Astolfo as her practice dummy. She was taking notes, refining her technique and savoring every pained yelp from her target.
In the background, I heard Sukuna's booming laughter echo through the air, his amusement at the scene only adding to the chaos.
"Inferior creatures, both of them," he sneered, his voice dripping with disdain.
After five minutes of struggling, both Shirou and Astolfo finally lay on the ground, breathing heavily, their resistance gone. Occasionally, a pained groan would escape them as they tried to process the thorough humiliation they had endured. Doom, observing the state of his foes, finally gave a slight nod and looked over to Loki.
“Loki,” Doom ordered.
Loki, with a mischievous grin, sauntered over to Shirou and Astolfo. His eyes glimmered with something unholy as he began stripping them of their clothing piece by piece.
"Just the essentials, of course,” he muttered, as he tossed their shirts and cloaks to his pocket storage.
From a distance, Sukuna raised a brow, eyeing Loki with some confusion. Loki noticed his gaze and stopped, suddenly aware of the implication.
“This is purely pragmatic, you know,” he explained with a smirk. “Clothes have value, after all. Waste not.”
Sukuna’s look of disbelief didn’t waver. “Sure… and I’d believe you if you didn’t seem so eager to take his underwear too.”
Loki shrugged. “The underwear’s also worth something,” he replied with feigned innocence.
“Don’t forget the socks,” Esdeath chimed in, her tone as cold as her gaze, completely unfazed by the sight of her victims’ embarrassment. She’d long since abandoned any notion of modesty in these matters; her work demanded absolute control, and she enjoyed every moment of it.
Alice, on the other hand, was less entertained. Her face flushed with a mix of irritation and embarrassment as she looked away from the sight of the two fallen men.
Finally, both Astolfo and Shirou were left lying utterly defeated and exposed, their faces flushed red from anger and humiliation. Loki, meanwhile, stood with an armful of their clothing and a wide, devious grin. He was clearly enjoying the situation far too much.
"Hey mortals, I'm Loki, remember me"
Astolfo clenched his fists as his mind seethed with a thirst for vengeance. “This humiliation… I’ll repay it a hundredfold! No—a thousand times over!”
Shirou, however, cast a fearful glance at Esdeath, her mere presence casting a chill over his resolve. She’d shown no mercy, her blows followed by freezing spikes that left a painful, biting cold lingering long after each strike. Despite his normally unyielding spirit, he couldn’t stop the tremors that ran through him whenever he glanced her way.
Esdeath, however, only felt disappointment as she saw his fear. ‘And I expected something more from a so-called “hero.” Pathetic.’ She shook her head, briefly indulging a comparison. ‘Doom, now… he is truly worthy of respect.’
Alice, watching Astolfo’s pitiful display, snorted. ‘Looks like a woman, and screams like one too. Typical.’
Then, she turned to Doom and asked in her usual cool tone, “Shall I knock him out?”
Doom gave a short nod. “Proceed.”
In synchronized moves, Esdeath and Alice struck Shirou and Astolfo sharply at the base of their necks, knocking both of them unconscious with a final, well-placed blow.
At this moment, Aizen finally spoke up. “Perhaps we should leave them near the Chaldea apartment entrance. A public display should drive the message home.”
Loki’s face lit up at the suggestion. “Indeed, a wonderful idea. Perhaps a little note… ‘Free whore’?” He chuckled darkly, clearly envisioning the embarrassment his victims would face upon waking.
Aizen nodded thoughtfully, his curiosity piqued. “Humiliation has its uses, especially for those with unshakable pride. An effective tool to wear them down from within.”
However, when Doom suggested they carry the defeated duo, the group fell into an uncomfortable silence. None seemed particularly eager to handle their unconscious forms directly.
Finally, Doom sighed and extended a hand, using his telekinesis to lift both Shirou and Astolfo into the air. With ease, he led the way toward the dormitory entrance, leaving the others to follow.
As they walked, Doom spoke up, his voice heavy with sarcastic contemplation. “Curious, isn’t it? With his supposed ‘charm,’ do you think he’d still attract followers in this state?”
Aizen, ever the tactician, perked up at the thought. “The effects of charisma in a diminished state… interesting. Perhaps it’s worth observing.” The two exchanged glances, both thinking of the potential outcomes.
Satisfied with their impromptu experiment, they continued on, intent on leaving Shirou and Astolfo in the most humiliating situation possible.
Three hours later…
Shirou’s POV
Cold.
That’s what finally dragged me out of unconsciousness, accompanied by a throbbing ache that pulsed through every inch of my body. I tried to open my eyes but was met with a sharp headache, and a dull pain radiated from my ribs and arms. With my knowledge of first aid, I knew right away I’d taken a beating—multiple fractures, bruises everywhere. Great.
And then it all came rushing back. Esdeath, Loki, the humiliation, the mocking faces… My teeth clenched, anger sparking up from within. I swear, I’ll make them pay for this…
But first, I needed to get my bearings. Forcing my eyes open, I took in my surroundings—and immediately felt a rush of heat flush through my face.
I was hanging upside down, tied tightly to a pillar with rope reinforced by magic. A crowd had gathered, laughing and jeering as they looked up at me with that nasty glint in their eyes.
And I was naked.
A flicker of panic shot through me, and I twisted, struggling against the rope, but it didn’t budge. That’s when I noticed Astolfo, hanging beside me, beginning to stir.
“Astolfo… hey, wake up!”
Astolfo’s eyes fluttered open, a groggy confusion on his face that quickly morphed into shock as he registered his… situation.
Just then, a child’s voice cut through the noise. “Mommy, why does that girl have… something weird between her legs?” Her innocent confusion was loud enough for the entire crowd to hear.
The mother quickly covered the girl’s eyes, pulling her back with a firm shake of her head. “Chichi, don’t stare. That…person is not a girl, they two just has some special hobbies, that's why he looks like that. In the future stay away from such people like this two people.”
The little girl nodded obediently. “But she’s really pretty…”
Astolfo’s cheeks turned beet-red, and he started struggling wildly against his binds. “I’m a guy! Are you people blind or just stupid? Stop looking at me!” His shrill cry only made the crowd laugh harder, and the ropes held him fast.
I took a deep breath, forcing down the rising tide of humiliation, and forced a calm, practiced smile as I scanned the crowd, zeroing in on a woman who looked vaguely sympathetic. “Hey, you there—mind giving us a hand? If you help us out of here, I’ll make sure it’s worth your while.”
She gave me a long look, expression darkening. Then, without a word, she leaned forward and spat directly at me, and before I could turn away, it landed squarely on my face. I choked, trying to spit it out as Astolfo spluttered beside me.
“Oh, that’s disgusting!” he managed, still twisting in his binds, his voice rising to a frantic scream. “Get us down!”
But the crowd only laughed louder, and I ground my teeth, trying to keep the fury contained. This wasn’t over—no, not by a long shot.
As the crowd continued to jeer at Shirou and Astolfo hanging from the tree, one of the followers piped up, grinning mischievously. “Dude, look at these two! They’re pretty cute, and both of them are small between their legs. You should totally go for them!”
The young man’s eyes gleamed as he looked up at Shirou and Astolfo, but his expression soured when he noticed the words scrawled across their chests. “Tch, please. Do I look like someone who’s into pretty boys? ‘Free Whore’? Yeah, no thanks. A wise man once said to avoid cheap things like whores, or you might catch something nasty like AIDS.”
His friends nodded in agreement, laughter bubbling up among them.
“I’m sorry, bro, but it looks like this one’s sullied your taste. Should we teach him a lesson?” one of them suggested.
“Yeah, let’s do it!”they started throwing snow balls at them.
Their loud conversation caught the attention of the entire crowd. Shirou spat out a mouthful of blood, his fury rising as he nearly fainted from the humiliation. But before he could unleash another scream, the group started hurling snowballs at him.
It hurt, but his pride wouldn’t allow him to show weakness. That was a different story when it came to the woman with ice powers. She’s a devil.
Meanwhile, a group of onlookers had gathered a distance away, finding the whole spectacle amusing. Loki looked on, his disdain clear. “Look at them hanging there like that, especially Astolfo, with makeup on—he looks like a beautiful woman. And with ‘Free Whore’ written on his chest, they’re still trying to keep their dignity by not screaming from the pain? What’s wrong with them?”
Esdeath, Sukuna, and Alice nodded in agreement, amusement dancing in their eyes.
“Honestly, his skin is so flawless it makes me a bit envious,” Esdeath remarked, her tone slightly wistful. “I never thought a bit of makeup could make someone look so feminine. If his little junior wasn’t there, I bet he’d have been snatched up by someone already.”
Doom, watching closely, interrupted them, spotting two familiar figures approaching alongside a young, strikingly beautiful woman. “Guys, I think the protagonist's aura is kicking in. That’s Ritsuka Fujimaru’s sister, Gudako, and the other girl is Mashu. They’re coming to rescue them.”
The group turned to watch as Gudako pointed her finger at Shirou, her expression fierce. “Hey! Let them go! Mashu save Grandpa!”
As if her command carried weight, Mashu rushed forward, her shield ready, and with a determined swing, she freed Shirou from the ropes binding him.