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vocab_drabblesFandom: Fate Stay Night (Fate Roue)
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luminious Rating: T
Word Count: 732
Characters/Pairings: Rider (Medusa), Athena, Poseidon, Eurayle, Stheno, Matou Shinji, Matou Sakura, Emiya Shirou, and Saber (Artoria Pendragon).
Warnings: Deals with the aftermath of rape, victim-blaming, and a stopped attempted sexual assault, for anyone not comfortable with that.
Summary:
The Greek Gods and Goddesses are gods only in name, full of power but void of true mortals, and it isn’t to the surprise of Medusa if the same is true for Saber and whatever land she is from.
One woman of the sword condemned her to a punishment meant for her rapist.
She does not wish to see what another woman of the sword has to offer as a means of justice.
Disclaimer: I do not own Fate Stay Night, nor am I or will I ever profit from this work.
I.
ATHENA IS A CHAMPION OF WOMEN in name only—this becomes clear to Medusa as soon as the Goddess of Wisdom is informed of what her uncle Poseidon did.
Pure, virginal blood and foreign, disgusting spent are still crudely dripping down Medusa’s legs when Athena grabs her by the hair after half an hour of Medusa trying to prove her innocence, yelling at her on how stupid she is to have a bustier and curvier body compared to the other priestesses, how idiotic she is to clean every area of the temple by herself, how dumb she is to think she deserves to still be a worshipper of Athena after giving her maidenhood to the first man she fancies.
“Goddess Athena, I repeat once more that I did not allow him to touch me! He forced me to lay with him and not once did I yearn for it,” Medusa cries out as she tries to loosen her hair out of her mistress’s grip, “I did not ask for a body that is more round and to God Zeus’s skies, nor did I wipe the corners of each floor for any reason other than to ensure the cleanness of your place of worship!”
Athena scowls, letting go of Medusa and kicking her down the steps. The sobbing woman winces, and before she can even attempt to get up, she feels her body start to morph.
She looks up to see Athena pointing her sword at her, pure ire on her face, yet her hand trembles, as if the goddess fears her uncle or father will appear at any moment.
“You dare accuse the God of the Sea of being depraved enough to have to force himself upon a lowly mortal?! You think too vainly of your beauty, Medusa! Your appearance is of high regard on the outside, but you are internally akin to a monster. It is only appropriate that your reflection is identical to your true nature!”
Medusa screams for mercy, but it is too late—she is forced into a slumber and awakens on an island she’s never heard of in her life.
II.
The children of Zeus are cruel.
Rather than put an immediate curse on Medusa so she can quickly obscure herself from society in shame, Athena has made it a slow and agonizing one, each passing week ending with Medusa’s sun-kissed skin slowly but surely becoming more scaly and a sickly green, her once clean cut nails turning yellow and claw-like.
On most days, Medusa feels like an exhibit, warriors desperate to slay a monster and obtain a title from a god and courters wishing to turn her back only to obtain a pretty wife constantly traveling to the former priestess’s new residence—
The Shapeless Isle.
A place with each piece of stone flooring and pillars broken and misshaped, with no grainy grasses or luscious trees in sight. It is so barren that not even the scorching sun can warm Medusa up. It does not help that she has gone from simply using her eyes to turn pestering men to stone to contemplating leaving them alive so she can consume their flesh, and she hasn’t eaten a single fish or crab, much too fearful to go anywhere near the surrounding ocean.
Her sanity is only kept stable by her elder sisters, who for all they teased her on her lack of ability to not age over the years immediately denounced their servitude to Goddess Athena and went to live in banishment with Medusa.
“The sea is distant and we shall protect you from its waves,” Eurayle one day tells Medusa after she breaks down in hysterics, a huntsman who tried to murder her having thrown water at her in an attempt to subdue her before Stheno killed the man.
Medusa tries to wipe her tears without clawing herself as Stheno hugs her from behind—“You’re safe with us” Stheno coos as she gently pats Medusa’s hissing hair—and the slowly transforming mortal tries very hard to not tell either sibling that she weeps, as well, because of her growing desire to feast upon their flesh as a substitute for meat.
III.
Medusa Gorgon eventually eats Eurayle and Stheno the youthful immortals. When Perseus arrives and beheads her, it spends its last moments crying about the fact that she got to see her beloved siblings once more it fails to eat his flesh too.
[FIN.]
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