#visionofjudgement

“...Caster, I presume?”

Franz pinned his opponant down with an icy glare. He had not expected a Servant such as this to confront him directly. From his experience in this war, most magicians and witches preferred to attack from afar, where the shadows could hide their disgrace.

Still, there was a chance that this was but an illusion, one trick among a plethora of tricks that magic users boasted of.

Readying his sword, Franz braced himself for a fight.

        ✣Who was really one to count on fate to deal a steady hand? Even more so that the two would just happen to be presented to one another. It might have been just another hunt to the colorful man but his unknowing victim didn’t know he was there till gloved hands took to light brushes upon his neck.

           Hesitation or teasing as at once Mephistopheles pulled back to snatch the hat upon the others hat with an uproar of laughter. A simple back flip addressed by the click of his heels as he swapped out his own with the others. It took a rolling venture down his willowy arm before landing upon his head the array of purple and pinkish curls clashing harder than the attire he already wore.

Send some hearts to tell my muse how yours feels about them.

❤️: Wants or is in a romantic relationship with them.

💛: Loves them platonically.

💗: Finds them romantically attractive.

💓: Is intimidated by them, but wants to be friends with them.

“Lord Byron...”

Franz shifted uncomfortably. The feelings Byron expressed were powerful and genuine. The executioner valued the Englishman’s friendship deeply, and feared its loss. The lord respected him and treated him kindly in spite of his profession. In spite of his sins, Byron was a good man.

Franz and Shirou: Team Justice

Franz and Emiya: Team Serious

Franz and Lancer/Cu: Team Bro

Franz and Waver: Team Chanko* (*“Chan” (father) “ko” (child))/Team Tired Parent

“HAHA! What a fine creature indeed! Composed of pure happiness and warmth! Boatswain! You are truly of the Gods!“ There he goes again, thought the master with a sigh of happiness and a chuckle. Leaving Antaeus alone with Boatswain he blustered on about his hobby of proving one is of the gods.