Evil Servants Fgo Novels & Stories

This cannot continue any longer. The lady's eyes gleamed and filled with tears as she bowed her head down and said, ''From this day on, I Aoife Brighid pledge to serve---? How may I address you? '' ohh haha.. you can call me, Lucifer. Lucifer Avereza.'' Aoife: As the current Fairy Queen, I Aoife Brighid pledge to serve Lord Lucifer Avereza as his loyal retainer and as well as the loyalty of all my familia will be placed under you. Oh great lord please let us serve you.''

"I know it is all very arbitrary, but just to play devil's advocate here, you may not have made those initial choices, but you did chose to marry him, and in turn you took a place in the royal line. You're leaving is viewed as desertion of your people." I shook my head in disbelief at it all. I had thought I'd come so far, and done so well for myself, only to still be getting pulled in by these vampires who are always out to ruin any good life I have. "How will I get cleared?" I asked evenly, keeping my emotions at bay. "I know it is all hard, Rachel, but Calvin has a plan, and we just have to trust it." He was vague, but I've come accustomed to that.

Just then, Aisha's voice echoed from the sky, "I had thought to spare you, but it seems unnecessary now. Prepare to face the descent of the great evil god, Bahamut!" Evil god Bahamut? Wilbur's eyes widened in shock. The ground beneath him began to tremble violently, soon splitting open to reveal a massive chasm. From this abyss, a gigantic black serpent emerged. The serpent hissed, flicking its tongue, and its blood-red eyes made Wilbur's heart skip a beat. By now, the sun had set, and the moon hung in the sky, casting its silver light. The enormous figure of the evil god Bahamut loomed over Wilbur, its shadow engulfing him completely. Bahamut's crimson eyes locked onto Wilbur like a predato

"I’m one of the protectors assigned to keep you alive. We’re here to make sure those devils never get the chance to hurt you." The hulking man in black armor spoke next, his deep voice resonant. "Name’s Thor. If anyone so much as looks at you the wrong way, they’ll regret it." One by one, the others introduced themselves: Elsie, a mage who would weave protective wards around her. Selene was a seer who would monitor the devils’ movements. Garrick, the strategist who would coordinate their effort, and Asher, the alchemist who would craft weapons and tools to counter infernal magic.

The townspeople were getting lesser and lesser while the evil soldiers are becoming greater and greater until all of the townspeople were turned into his evil puppets manipulating their minds. “Gather around evil soldiers of Veroma! We will declare a bloody war against my brother Merfoy! We will continue our journey to conquer the kingdom of Thamali! Besides the holder of the white flame aka the prince of Thamali is dead, thanks to that violet-eyed sorcerer who burned him! Fight you evils of Veroma!” Seres shouted as his evil soldiers shouted back in response while raising their fists. Seres can smell blood from innocent people waiting for him as he let out a deep evil laugh. Merfoy was awak

“I swear if I’ll ever see his face again, I will smash it into the rocks and take out those red eyes of his.” “What about Shadowhunter, Arth,” Eli said. “How was it fighting against him?” “Very difficult,” Arth replied. “That one’s very tricky, as he can hide and jump out of nowhere.” “Yeah,” Eli nodded, “such a pain dealing with him.” “I wonder who the other High Servants were.” “We’ve captured one of them. Jack did.” Arth turned towards the man, who had long black hair and a sharp face, staring at the dancing flames. Jack had been quiet the entire time. Arth never seven saw him talk. Sometimes he’d get reminded of Janshai only by the face.

After a few minutes, Chaos gathered with all the servants in the castle, but the only two that could actually talk were Belphegor and the two skeletons, Oserius and Padhur. The rest were a dozen of living statues, some living armor, a large group of very weak will-o-wisps, and three living brooms that never did their job well, so everything was dusty. Unlike the three Undead, these servants were weaker, the strongest being Ainz's Statue, which was a B-Rank Monster, the rest varied from E-Rank to D-Rank. In this little meeting, Chaos announced to everyone that from now on they could casually address him as Chaos, albeit everyone would still call him "lord" anyways.

However, it would eventually affect everything, and no one could be saved from it. “Who are you?” the garrison commander barely whispered, looking blankly at the necromancer and the two dead men who were standing obediently nearby. Blood was still trickling down one of them, the other was collecting it with his finger and licking it off. A smile of triumph appeared on Reive’s face. He knew he’d won. Zomzom felt it too: Firel’s garrison would belong only to his master from now on. “My name is Reive Eridanus Castro-Firel,” the necromancer repeated, slowly rolling up the papers on the table. “But you can call me Earl Eridanus.”

His accusatory question silenced the crowd. Now that it was clear Sebastian was the Blessed Child, no matter how many of them there were or how different their levels of skill were, they knew they wouldn't be able to kill him. Besides, Sebastian had a Devora at the Soul Awakening stage as his soul servant! Devoras in the Eldoria realm couldn't be hurt by weapons. Their bodies were as strong as steel. How terrifying would one be at the Soul Awakening stage? As everyone remained silent, Arnaud turned back to Hugo and said, "Hugo, I don't want to kill you today. However, I would like you not to interfere with our family affairs in the future.

Being a dark sorceress here was worse than being an unlucky transmigrator. That woman was evil! I shouldn't have saved her. I looked up at Dante Scheledrus Wyrm. "I am not a necromancer." "Liar." The Commander pointed the sword at my hand. "We already know who you are." On my left ring finger, there was a black opal ring. I didn't understand what he was trying to say. What did this ring have to do with my identity? I couldn't recall anything about this ring at all. All I knew that the black sorcerers were seen as evil beings. They were found and burned at stakes. Obviously, I didn't want to be burned at the stake.