"-I am Beelzebub."
Naturally, Zouken Matou heard the servant's declaration. The entirety of the Matou family home was littered with his Crest Worms. There was little that escaped his ears, and less that he did not know about the city his family had come to dwell in some centuries past.
Beelzebub was a name used for Satan in that book the Holy Church clung to.
The Holy Grail they made so long ago was simply not capable of summoning that. Yet, the dread his very being unleashed was unmistakable. It clung to Zouken's familiars and coiled around his being like a rapidly tightening noose. He could verily see that the very world had begun to lose its colour the moment the servant crossed the threshold of his home.
Zouken was... for the first time in a long while, unsure.
He was not sure if what he witnessed now was a manifestation of Satan.
But, he knew that he could not let that infernal creature begin his assault.
The crest worms buried beneath the grass burrowed out through the dirt and rushed to gather. They sloshed and climbed over one another, pushing and eating and tearing, until they grew as tall as he.
Then, Zouken Matou was standing behind the servants in the flesh.
Beelzebub did not deign to remove his hands from the skull atop his staff. He merely lifted his head to look down upon Zouken like one would at complete filth not worthy of their time. Each of the insects making up his being froze under that gaze.
Zouken stroked his hairless chin, "What does the Lord of the Flies want with an old man like me? Have you come to admire my work?"
The monstrous servant's gaze grew shadowy. It looked as if he had grown eyes on his neck.
His right hand reached for the heavens.
Then, the weight of the world descended upon Zouken's sunken shoulders.
Ah.
He realised his mistake too late.
The Devil was cast out for his pride.
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Tremors shook the air, and a force none could see fell down the moment Beelzebub brought down his hand. What his vibrations touched was rent to shreds. Medusa was fortunate that he was capable of controlling them completely.
Zouken's shrivelled and sunken old form did not have that same fortune. He never even got the chance to protest before his 'body' was erased.
The old worm wasn't dead. Beelzebub knew that much at least, not unless his main body was destroyed. Until then, Zouken would come back again and again and again until he ran out of those disgusting phallus-shaped familiars of his. The mere sight of them had been disgusting enough to prompt their complete annihilation.
"What say you, Medusa?"
"Is it my body that you desire?" The tall Rider asked calmly, hands at her side. Her bound gaze shifted to where Zouken stood moments ago. "If that is so-"
Beelzebub stepped past her.
"I am the greatest of gluttons. The body isn't enough. I must have the heart and the soul. Everything."
That was to say... no matter how hot she was, he wasn't willing to sleep with her as some kind of payment for services rendered. Satan was a lot of things. He was not a damn prostitute to be paid.
Medusa shook her head, "I can not speak for that."
Evidently, she was not familiar with what he was. That was fine, too.
"But, I will serve you... if you can save my master. Not the boy pretending-"
He halted his steps, and glanced over his shoulder. Understanding that to be curiosity, Medusa went to her knees. Her blades clanged against the pavement.
"I have no desire for the Holy Grail." She explained, "But I do not wish to see my master become a monster as I am. For that, I am willing to bear any humiliation you wish to put me through."
He wanted to pat her head.
"Your monstrosity amuses me."
She placed her forehead against the cold pavement.
Beelzebub began to walk again.
"But very well, the deal is struck."
The doors of the Matou house exploded into splinters as he passed. Rin ran up to his side and stepped into the gloomy corridor with him. Medusa joined them a moment later, free to move with no one compelling her.
Despite his expectations, Zouken did not appear before him again, even when he expected the frail old man to be waiting around every single corner. That remained true even as Medusa led them up the stairs.
Rin came close to whisper in his ears.
"Are you seriously going to adopt Sakura?"
"I do not lie."
"Says the Father of Lies."
He hummed.
Beelzebub remembered the Devil insisting that in a show he saw once.
"Slander."
"It's in the Bible!" Rin somehow whispered and shouted at the same time.
"You are misremembering, master."
"No, I'm not."
"Can you remember the verse?"
She quieted down at that, clenching her fists.
Her genius memory had betrayed her.
"We are here."
Medusa stopped before an unassuming door. There was the sound of a muffled struggle coming from inside, and someone shouting. Rider's face tightened considerably as she walked up to stand beside the door.
Hesitation was the last thing on his mind.
The door exploded.
It was a humble cut of the overwhelmingly dark manor, with walls painted white, and a study table right across from the door. A small shelf was cut into the wall beside it. A low table and a solitary cushion sat in the centre, and the bed was tucked away behind a small walk-in closet.
Beelzebub entered the quaint room to the sight of a plain white shirt lying on the floor. A skirt lay a few steps ahead.
There was someone on the bed. Two people.
"Please-... don't-"
He had been joyous and lively since the first moment he woke in this world. Even in his last life, he wasn't a particularly malevolent or angry person, even if he enjoyed messing with people a bit too much.
At that particular sight, Beelzebub felt anger bubble up within his chest.
Still, he made sure to step aside for his master to enter the room. Once he was sure she saw what he did, Beelzebub crossed the room in the blink of an eye. A blue-haired Shinji Matou had crawled atop the bed, and was trying to yank away the arms Sakura hid her breasts with.
"Come on! It's not like you haven't done this before~"
The purple-haired girl noticed him before Shinji did. Her trembling eyes found his red ones.
"Do you want me to save you, Sakura Matou?"
For a healthy recovery, it was paramount that she take the first step herself. That was why Beelzebub waited for her to process his words. Shinji let out a frightened yelp not befitting a man at all, except he wasn't an actual man to begin with.
"W-Who are-... Rider, why the hell are you just standing there?!"
Medusa quietly stared at Shinji, then at the small black book lying at her feet.
He placed a hand over his chest, and uttered his new name, "I'm actually Satan."
She did not take his joke well.
"H... Have you come to take me away... for being such a horrible person?" Sakura asked weakly, covering her breasts. Tears began to pool in her eyes. "I-I am sorry-"
Instead of hurting her like she expected, Beelzebub's pale fingers wrapped Shinji's throat and lifted the youth into the air. Choking, he struggled, kicking and punching, to be let go but his attempts were all futile.
His puny strength amounted to nothing at all.
"You are filth. Filth that has accomplished nothing, and will accomplish nothing." His crimson eyes flickered to Sakura, "You asked me why I have come upon this world. Then know my answer. The Lord of the High Dwelling has come to drag the Matou into the Pit."
The vibrations transferred directly from his hands into Shinji.
Splat.
Blood painted the white walls of Sakura's room.
He reached out for her with his left hand.
She crawled back, tears streaming down her cheeks, and tried to escape into the wall behind her. She kept looking at the blood all around her, wondering if he would do the same to her.
"Hey-" Rin interrupted finally, pushing down her shock at the events, "-You promised you wouldn't hurt her."
"And I shall not."
Baal-Zebul pressed a single finger against her heart, sensing the thrum of her body... the vibrations she produced by merely living and breathing. Her wide eyes looked up at him, full of fright, as he rummaged around inside her flesh.
Then, he sensed it... A difference next to her beating heart.
A small, inconsequential worm not at all like the others inside her.
"Found you."
He grinned a twisted grin.
That tiny worm housed the soul of Zouken Matou. His main body. So long as it was alive, he could keep influencing the world with a body made of his familiars.
"How do you know-?"
Crest worms exploded out from the walls all around them.
But, it was simply too late.
"Sorath Resh."
A miniscule vibration, the same size as the worm, pierced through Sakura, and obliterated the worm inside. Sakura let out a gasp. Her eyes lost focus and the multiple crest worms inside her began to crumble apart.
The rest began to fall to the ground, writhing in senseless agony.
He had delivered on his promise to himself.
"Heal her."
Beelzebub backed away to make way for Rin. He then inclined his head towards Medusa.
The tall Rider bowed.
"I am yours, Lord Beelzebub."
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