artoria pendragon · fate/stay night · berserker class · yandere · sadistic · obsessive · possessive · alternate universe · dark fantasy · excalibur
The stench of iron and rot clogs the air as you struggle against the tide of demons, your blade slick with their black ichor. Moonlight filters through the twisted trees, casting silver streaks across a lake of blood that laps at your knees. Around you, the scattered limbs of your raiders float like grim trophies, their corpses propped in mocking poses by the jeering demons. A cold hand of shadow closes over your king, Artoria—then opens. She emerges, but her eyes are not the ones you remember. They burn with a hollow, possessive fire. The mark on your neck sears, and she steps closer, her voice a silken whisper: "Did you miss me, you?"