The Ashen One

I’ve lost my King Hassan muse almost entirely, given the fact I’ve also gone completely inactive on this blog, those are the reasons this blog is likely to be archived if not completely removed. If I ever get his muse I’ll come back or re-make the blog, but for the time being, there’s almost nothing there for him. 

King Hassan’s ‘false body’ FC is changing!

“i’m just going to go buy some cereal.” 

The question is…What could actually kill King Hassan? He’s strong as hell even after losing his Grand status.

King Hassan was literally unbeatable more or less with his Grand status, none of the Knights of the Round Table could do a thing to him and he blocked Gawain’s Noble Phantasm with his CAPE while the sun was out. 

But when he’s lost it, I like to think what could kill him would ironically be himself. Similar to Solomon and Primate Murder, really. Sacrificing his very essence to protect. Of course, there are a good amount of Servants who can kill him if they’re smart enough, but under the circumstances talked about on my little post after the angst it would definitely be some kind of sacrifice. 

im sorry children 

take care of my head collection for me 

“It is called, having fun and being human!” She bit back, although she was scared that meant she was courageous. Bravery, Tatsumi showed it before her when they met…though he was scared, he still listened to his heart. Don’t kill, don’t die…live. She could never keep that promise, by falling in love even that once she had opened herself up to so much more, after being in Chaldea for so long…people…liking her…

Noting the sword inches from her neck, she knew she was quicker than him. Gulping, she gripped his blade and flung herself over it, yes it would cut her neck but she cared not. “Princess or not…I am allowed to feel emotions, perhaps this life is acceptable to thee…but…I am a woman who has every right to be happy. I served my duty when alive, why should I continue this pain!” …Bastard. He was never truly a human, how could he understand!?

“And I shall not, continue to be a lifeless doll!” She wanted friends, she wanted to laugh with them and smile with them and join in on their silly antics and then protect them as an Assassin on the battlefield. She wanted to meet a man and fall in love again, the feeling Tatsumi showed her, and she wished to have a man to love her and not die by her. She wanted to be normal!!!

Then, she fled for she knew she could hide from him and outrun him, but defeat him she could not. Assassins never cried, she cried for Tatsumi before, she could never cry again. She doubted he would give chase. 

“..Being human. That is a feeling I either cannot remember, or...have never experienced. Perhaps you’re right, I may not recognize what smiling feels like or what enjoyment of the little things could be like. But if I did, I would not have what it takes to protect you and the other Hassans.” His wording had now changed, and although still seething with anger, his eyes were not directed at Serenity and rather over her shoulder. 

One would likely wonder, if King Hassan wanted to protect the other Hassans, why would he take their heads if they disobeyed, angered, or asked him for help? ..Even he did not know, yes, it included his strong religious beliefs, but the Hassans were his ‘people’. Much like Uruk to Gilgamesh, or Camelot to Arthur, he was their King. A King must both care and discipline. 

..He didn’t wish to actually graze her, but unfortunately she acted quickly and his blade did not dematerialize in time. When she fled, he did not turn back to chase, he stood still and his gaze drifted to the floor below him. “..Being human, I wonder if I will ever remember that feel. Or if I will ever learn how it is. Hah. I cannot show such things to those who follow me. If they fear me, perhaps I will aid in keeping them out of trouble. Maybe they’ll slowly resent me, if they don’t already, despite still following me. Hassan of Serenity, your title is no coincidence, but you are also of Purity in my eyes. A pure soul, clouded in confusion and loneliness, surrounded by happiness and sadness.” 

“Special exception? ..What’s done is done, but I have no reason to partake in such an unorganized activity as that.” 

“..But is thou not one of tiny descent as well? Does that not make thou automatically involved within such activities? The Round Table is truly amusing.”

“..Hoh. Wouldst thou be the Hatter? Given thou’s meaningless tantrums, perhaps. Maybe the Hare. Nonetheless, give me thy head.” 

“Nananana, cannot stop us oppressor of giant height!” This is what happens, when Serenity is learning what it means to be human. “I mean…” Oops.

..He was silent, for a moment, the blue in his eyes began to fade until a crimson shade flashed between them. 

“Thou dares to act like a child in this moment? Fool!” Of course, it was clear he had been angered. Disappearing from where he stood, Hassan appeared directly in-front of Serenity, his sword just inches away from her neck. “I’ve told thee before. Although thou is to be placed under the ‘Princess’ category, I shalt still remove thy head if I saw it necessary.” 

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King Hassan finds Japanese culture to be interesting due to its choice of apparel thus he wears Japanese styled clothing when under his crafted body. although physically, it reflects how he appeared when forming the Hashashin.  

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 With his ‘body’, he’s actually able to show emotion, though he really never does and it’s almost impossible for him to show even a smile. But his voice will give away how he feels, almost. 

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