[For Dio] Blood-Born Grudge Curses

[theloudestsaber]

"Fa...father..."

That had been her last spoken word as a living, breathing being. She could never call herself a 'human', but still. She had walked the Earth and lived, once. Frankly, she was almost glad that she had died young. Her lifespan wouldn't have been that long anyway had she beaten Arthur at Camlann.

But that was all irrelevant, really.

Cursed as a Heroic Spirit - yes, she considered it a curse - Mordred sat upon the Throne of Heroes, forced to answer to the summons of a human mage when one met the necessary conditions to call upon her. Of course Mordred would not answer the call of just anyone. It would take a rather spectacular mage to call upon her. There were other Knights of the Round Table who could answer the call.

But there came such a summons one day. Mordred felt the pull stronger than any other summons she had felt over the centuries.

"My will creates your body, and your sword my destiny..."

It was a voice she couldn't ignore somehow. Mordred rose up and focused her mana while still in the spiritual realm. Her armor formed around her in a flash of red lightning, her helmet included, which concealed her identity and gender flawlessly thanks to the Secret of Pedigree spell.

"-Spring forth now, guardian of the scales!"

It was the end of the incantation. Mordred grinned beneath her helmet as she felt a surge of mana rush through her. Something about this summons had her blood already surging. She was excited!

Darkness had a way of attracting darkness, after all.

In a bright flash of red light, Mordred appeared in the human world. As the light dissipated, she was revealed, a vision capable of striking pure terror in an enemy with her horned helmet and gleaming silver and red armor. As a true knight and Servant, she had appeared on one knee. But after the briefest of moments she rose up, standing tall, but did not remove her helmet as of yet.

She was curious to observe her new Master, after all. For there was more than one person there, she sensed, and one reaked with a scent similar to that of her own mother.

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[theloudestsaber]

Mordred did pout a little when he told her the War was so far off. A month? A whole month? She was expected to just sit around and wait all that time? She'd go mad for certain! But aside from a soft growl of annoyance, she made no protest to his plan.

Besides...he had suggested one of her favorite pastimes.

Mordred tilted a brow and smirked at the notion of sparring with her Master. "You feel like crossing swords with a Knight of the Round Table? Quite the reckless Master, aren't you?"

She moved back and stepped to where her sword had been knocked away. Ah, that's right - some unseen force had knocked Clarent out of her hands when she'd raised the blade to Dio. What could that have been? Magic? No...there had been no incantation or gem or mystical item.

Mordred was curious to find out.

She raised the large blade and swung it easily up to rest across the back of her shoulders behind her head. "I accept your challenge, Master. Just don't get mad when I land a nice solid shot to your face."

Mordred had speed and strength to easily rival a Berserker. Unlike the other knights, there was little artistry in her fighting style. She fought to win, whatever that took. So, in that very same fashion, rather than wait for Dio to agree, Mordred focused mana in her feet and burst forward at an incredible speed, closing one hand into a fist and moving to swing a solid right hook jab to Dio's jaw.

[masterofzawarudo]

Oh, she is an eager and reckless little thing to just lunge at him, fist raised and without him even finishing the conversation by laying down the terms of what victory and defeat entailed for the rebel knight.

Not that he isn't ready for it.

"The World."

The golden armored humanoid raises up out of thin air as a barrier for it's user and to catch the punch with it's own huge hand with all the skill of a seasoned baseball catcher grabbing a hold of a fast ball. This time, Mordred should be able to see and feel him. The contract between them is complete after all.


Still, she is much strong than that little body ever suggested even for how athletic in as it appeared. The stone floor under both Dio and his Stand had crack deeply from just the mere impact of their feet sinking into it while catching the blow.

Dio can't help but smile. The more Morderd surprised him then more itch grew to bed this cute and brash tomboy.

"This is my Guardian Spirit, The World. He is a part of me and what was the instrument that knock away your sword from before. Think of him as my Noble Phantasm in a way."

The World, face bearing the same smirk as it's wielder, tosses her rather gentley to the ground.

"You also didn't let me set the conditions of the battle. What will happen if you do mange to beat the World or if if you lose...."

[theloudestsaber]

Mordred was never one for patience. Leave that to the Casters and Assassins of the world.

Her eyes widened in shock when the golden spirit suddenly appeared. Mordred gasped sharply when the newcomer so easily caught her fist. She was so caught off guard by the spirit that she didn't notice the ground crack beneath her Master.

Mordred wrenched her fist free from The World's grip as he tossed her and she jumped back about a foot to put some space between them. She needed to get the measure of this newcomer. Mordred tilted a brow, evaluating the spirit's broad chest and armor of shining gold. Something about screamed 'knight' but clearly he wasn't. So this was what had knocked Clarent away before.

"Huh...if you have this guy here then what the hell do ya' need me for?" Mordred huffed, somehow finding herself a little jealous sharing her Master with another guardian spirit.

She crossed her arms before her chest and blew a breath of air out to move a stray strand of her blonde hair from her face.

"All right, all right...battle conditions, go for it. What happens when I win and beat this golden jester into the ground?" She wasn't even entertaining the possibility of losing.

[masterofzawarudo]

They will just have to work on that impulsiveness of hers then. Courage and fearlessly charging in is all well and good for a warrior but it must be balanced by the moderation of getting something a good measure of your opponent first. You must know if you can beat them before doing so. Dio himself learned that lesson the hard way with Jonathan several times over.

"Oh, there is no need to feel jealous. The World as he is named after the Tarot Card, is but an extension of myself. My Noble Phantasm if you will." The golden humanoid will just stare out emotionlessly at Morderd, still as a ghostly statue.

He can't help but smile with genuine mirth at her confidence. It is just darling. She really is but a naive little girl at heart.

"If you win, my Knight, then DIO will treat you as the Master here in this relationship of ours. And if you lose... You will allow yourself to be bedded like a maiden by me without complaint. Is that fair? You see, even if you are man at heart I still desire ever so much to be inside of you. Gender means nothing to DIO, just fulfillment of love."

Time for the reaction. Hope she doesn't go for her sword again.

[theloudestsaber]

Mordred scoffed when he so astutely observed her envy. Of course she would never admit to it. She was the great Knight of Rebellion. The Traitorous Knight. She didn't feel such fleeting and mortal emotions as jealousy. Mordred rested her hands on her hips and tilted her head to the side, evaluating the silent knight-like figure in golden armor. He had hardly seemed to have moved at all. Yet this was the figure that had seized Clarent clear from her hands and sent it flying?

Not many could lay claim to the boast that they had disarmed the Knight of Rebellion.

Mordred smirked. She wouldn't let that happen again. This 'The World' didn't seem so tough! Muscular, sure - but she had her mana burst and crimson lightning. She would make short work of him soon enough, she was sure of that.

But Dio's proposal made her gasp softly in surprise, and her face turned as red as her armor. For a moment she just stared, then she sighed and shook her head as a mother when she is faced with her hopeless child.

"Such an obsession with the flesh you have, Master," Mordred sighed again. "Fine, fine. If those are the stakes you want then so be it."

Not like she intended to lose, anyway.