Fate/Book of Aaron

The air was thick with the weight of eternal torment, a suffocating blanket of heat and smoke. Flames roared in the distance, casting ominous shadows on the jagged cliffs that surrounded me. I had long since abandoned any semblance of normalcy in this hellish landscape. The sky above, a vast ocean of molten red, churned with angry clouds, as though the heavens themselves were preparing to bear witness to the judgment that was to come.

I stood at the edge of an abyss, the ground beneath me cracked and shattered like the very soul of this forsaken place. The heat was unbearable, the stench of sulfur mingling with the rancid scent of decay. This was no ordinary corner of hell—this was a realm of judgment, the place where the wicked were to be judged, their fates sealed by the weight of their sins.

The name Castiel echoed through my mind, his voice as steady and emotionless as always.

"Aaron, you are nearing the cursed cities. Prepare yourself," he said, his tone flat, as if discussing the weather.

"What exactly are the cursed cities, Castiel?" I asked, my voice barely carrying over the roar of the flames.

"They are places of damnation, where the Nephilim, the Fallen Watchers, and the Giants roam. Be wary, for their presence here is not by chance. You will find them... watching," Castiel replied.

Nephilim, Fallen Watchers, Giants—beasts of ancient power, beings that defied the natural order, twisted by their transgressions against God. These were the entities I had been warned about, the ones whose very existence challenged the divine plan. They were a scourge upon the earth, their sins woven into the fabric of time itself, a legacy of defiance that had stained the world long before my arrival.

I clenched my fists, the weight of Excalibur's hilt comforting in my grip. The blade would be my guide through the coming storm, but I knew that there was something more I had to tap into, something beyond the reach of my physical weapons. There was a power here, in this place of eternal fire and wrath—a power that would allow me to confront these ancient abominations.

But what?

A familiar, yet unfamiliar, feeling surged within me—an awareness, a sense that I was on the cusp of something immense. It was as if the very ground beneath me was calling out to me, urging me to reach for something beyond what I had known.

Suddenly, I heard it—distant but unmistakable. The sound of footsteps, heavy and unyielding, reverberating through the ground. The air shifted, carrying with it a suffocating presence that chilled me to the bone.

"They're here," I muttered under my breath, feeling the weight of their presence before I even saw them.

I looked around, trying to pinpoint the source, but it was too late. From the horizon, they emerged. Shadows—massive, grotesque forms that defied the very laws of nature. The Nephilim, towering over the land like titans, their eyes gleaming with malice. The Fallen Watchers, their wings spread wide, their forms twisted and corrupted by their rebellion. And the Giants, hulking creatures of muscle and bone, their steps shaking the earth with each movement.

The ground beneath me trembled, and I could feel the air grow heavier with their presence. The world itself seemed to bend in their wake.

"You must face them, Aaron. They are part of the trial you must endure," Castiel's voice echoed, unwavering and distant. "Your divine purpose has led you here. The time for hesitation has passed."

I took a deep breath, my heart pounding in my chest. My mind raced, thoughts colliding like storms in a thunderous sky. I was ready for this, I had to be. But there was something else—something I needed to unlock within myself. I felt the faintest spark of divine energy within me, pulsing like a heartbeat, ready to be ignited.

But what was it?

Judgment... Reach...

The words came to me slowly at first, fragments of a greater whole. Judgment's Reach. The phrase echoed in my mind, reverberating like the sound of a distant trumpet.

Yes. That's it.

With a sudden, unyielding force, I stepped forward, planting my feet into the cracked earth. I raised Excalibur high, the blade shimmering with divine light. I called upon the power that resided within me, the power I had only begun to understand. It was more than just the blade, more than just the spear, more than just the shield—it was something deeper.

"Judicium Regnum—The Judgment's Reach," I intoned, the words flowing from my lips like a divine command.

At first, nothing happened. The giants, Nephilim, and fallen watchers continued to approach, their eyes filled with hunger, with rage. But then... the ground shook, the very fabric of reality itself twisting.

A storm of divine light erupted around me, radiating out in all directions. The air shimmered with holy energy, and the earth itself seemed to groan under the weight of something ancient and terrifying. The flames of hell flickered and distorted, the sky above darkening as if the heavens themselves had taken notice.

The world around me folded, and the very atmosphere shifted, reshaping itself into something entirely new. The air became thick with divine power, heavy with the judgment of ages.

The ground cracked open, and from the depths of the earth, a colossal throne of radiant glass and gold emerged. A mighty seat of judgment, where the fate of the wicked would be decided. This was not just a space—it was a domain.

In the blink of an eye, everything changed. The fiery landscape of hell was replaced by a vast, endless expanse of divine light, as though I stood at the edge of creation itself. Behind me, a great wall of glass rose, towering into the sky, glowing with a celestial radiance.

The Judgment's Reach had come to life.

The Nephilim faltered, the giants paused, and the Fallen Watchers staggered back. They knew the power they faced. They had seen it before, but never in such a form.

This was no mere territory—it was a ***, born of divine wrath and holy judgment. A place where the sins of the damned would be exposed, where their every transgression would be made known before them.

I raised my hand, and with a single motion, the walls of glass began to form around the approaching enemies. They screeched in terror as their movements were slowed, ensnared by the unyielding chains of divine glass. The molten spikes began to pierce their flesh, burning through their bodies with searing heat, drawing out their deepest fears and regrets.

"Let the judgment begin," I whispered, my voice calm, yet filled with an overwhelming authority.

The once mighty giants and nephilim were nothing in the face of this divine tribunal. Their screams echoed through the expanse, and for the first time in this hellish land, I felt that I was no longer just surviving—I was the one passing judgment.

The end was coming for them. And nothing would stop it.

The air around me thrummed with an energy that was as ancient as the very concept of judgment itself. The Judgment's Reach was not merely a space—it was a living entity, pulsing with divine wrath, its pulse in sync with the world itself. A storm of divine light crackled through the air, lighting up the entire expanse. The mighty throne stood, now surrounded by a field of glowing glass, as though the judgment of all creation had been laid bare in that single moment.

But there was something else—something more. I could feel it, the missing piece, the key to unlocking the full extent of my power. A third incantation, a continuation of the divine verdict, waited for me to speak it. The words themselves were still clouded, their meaning both distant and close. I had only uncovered fragments, the barest hints of what lay beyond.

As I stood atop the rising platform of glass, the Nephilim writhing below, the giants stumbling as they tried to escape, I knew that I had to finish it. To utter the incantation fully, to bring forth the true fury of Judgment's Reach.

The throne pulsed beneath me, a golden, radiant glow flaring with each beat of its divine heart. Then the first of the Nephilim fell—its towering frame colliding with the ground, shattered by the chains of molten glass that pierced through its body. Their cries echoed around me, a sound that reverberated into the deepest corners of hell. A chorus of the damned. Their terror was palpable, an endless reminder of their own sins.

I stepped forward, my eyes locked on the great expanse before me. From the throne, a river of glass began to flow, stretching out in serpentine coils across the earth. It was beautiful, yet nightmarish—fiery glass cascading from the throne like a deadly cascade, sweeping toward the enemies that dared challenge me.

And with it, the fire. It surged from the throne in great waves, tongues of molten flame licking the air, searing everything in their path. It was as if the heavens themselves had opened to unleash divine punishment upon these forsaken beings.

But there was more to this—so much more.

I closed my eyes, letting the vision of the land fill me completely. The cries of the Nephilim and the Fallen Watchers became a distant hum in my ears, their struggles nothing more than a fading symphony. Then the words came again—louder, clearer.

"From the throne flows glass and fire, and the cries of the damned echo forever," I murmured, my voice firm, steady, as if channeling the full weight of divine judgment. "Your sins pierce your flesh like molten chains..."

The earth shook, trembling beneath my feet as the molten glass and fire surged forward with a terrifying ferocity. The giants roared in pain, their massive forms collapsing as the chains of molten fire tightened around them, burning into their very souls. The ground beneath them cracked, the very earth buckling under the force of the flames that consumed their bodies.

This was only the beginning.

I felt a surge of power, something primal and godlike, welling up inside me. The next incantation was nearly upon me. My heart beat faster, my pulse syncing with the growing storm around me. The Nephilim, twisted and malformed, still struggled against their chains, but they could not escape. The fire licked at their skin, searing them to the core, the glass wrapping around them like a trap from which there was no escape.

I extended my hand forward. The flames flared in response, and with it, a voice—an otherworldly, terrifying voice—whispered within the depths of my soul. It was time. The full incantation had arrived.

"Burn in the SEA OF GLASS AND FIRE." The words echoed, the air around me thick with their weight. As I spoke them, the flames intensified, the molten chains tightening around the damned. The glass rose higher, forming towering walls that contained the eternal flames, the heat of which was enough to make even the giants falter.

The Nephilim and the Fallen Watchers, their bodies writhing in agony, were nothing but a testament to the relentless fury that had been unleashed. Their cries, once filled with defiance, had transformed into screams of torment. Every inch of their flesh was consumed by molten glass and fire, an eternal sentence handed down with no mercy.

And yet, I knew something more was coming. The flames, the glass, the chains—they were but instruments, conduits of divine judgment. But the true wrath, the true power, had not yet fully revealed itself.

A chill ran through the air, and a low, distant voice echoed from behind me. The presence of Castiel, unwavering and ever-stoic, filled the space.

"Aaron," he intoned, his voice calm and unwavering. "The power you wield is vast, but it can be expanded. The Divine will has deemed it so. You have unlocked your new Noble Phantasm."

I turned slowly, eyes narrowing as the words settled into my mind. "A new Noble Phantasm? What do you mean?"

His expression remained unreadable, his tone as detached as always. "It is a weapon of judgment, one that reflects the full wrath of the Lord. It is called... Burn in the Sea of Glass and Fire."

A surge of energy coursed through me at the words. I could feel it—an undeniable power, divine in nature, swelling within my chest. The very throne behind me seemed to hum with it, resonating with the divine energy that flowed from it.

Castiel continued, his voice as still as ever. "With this Noble Phantasm, you do not merely control the Sea of Glass and Fire. You summon it. You bring judgment upon all who stand against you, dragging them into the depths of their sins, to be purified in fire and glass. Their every wrong, every sin they have committed against God, will be laid bare before them. And they will suffer the eternal punishment they so rightfully deserve."

The air around me seemed to distort, the sky turning a darker shade of red as the words Castiel spoke filled the atmosphere. The very land seemed to tremble under the weight of divine wrath.

I raised my hand, feeling the raw, divine energy swirl around me. The ground beneath my feet cracked and split, as though the earth itself could not withstand the power that now surged within me.

"Burn in the Sea of Glass and Fire," I said aloud, my voice booming with authority. The words were both a command and a sentence.

Immediately, the world around me seemed to shudder and shift. A great rift opened before me, and from it, the Sea of Glass and Fire erupted—wider, more violent than before. Waves of molten lava and jagged glass shot through the air like arrows, falling onto the land below.

I could feel the presence of every enemy combatant nearby—the Nephilim, the Fallen Watchers, even the giants—being drawn into the very heart of the Sea. Their bodies, once large and imposing, were now like specks of dust before the immense force of divine judgment.

The Sea of Glass and Fire was not just a prison—it was an executioner, and I was its executor.

The land cracked open beneath the enemies' feet, molten lava mixing with glass and rising to meet them. As each of them was caught in the grip of this infernal landscape, I could see their sins laid bare before them. Every wicked act, every evil thought, every transgression they had committed against God manifested before them, overwhelming their senses.

Their screams were amplified as their bodies were consumed from the inside out. The molten glass and fire fused with their flesh, wrapping them in chains of burning, molten metal that seemed to melt into their very souls.

Their sins—each one—pierced their bodies like molten chains. Every sin they had committed twisted and contorted their form, making them writhe in excruciating pain. The chains tightened, their bodies burning as the glass and fire seared them to the core. The punishment was eternal, unending—just as the Sea of Glass and Fire was infinite.

And then I saw it—the full measure of the judgment that had been brought upon them. Their bodies were being transformed. Their skin was turned into ash, their bones fused with the glass and fire, their very existence annihilated in a purifying flame. They would never escape.

I felt the power flowing through me, the divine judgment I had summoned exacting its toll. Their lives, their souls, were now nothing more than fuel for the flames. The very air around me shimmered with divine light as the Sea of Glass and Fire continued to burn, purging them of their sins.

The giants, once mighty, now fell, consumed by the fire and glass. The Nephilim, those fallen angels of old, were bound in chains of molten fury. Their eyes were wide with terror as they realized that there was no escape. And the Fallen Watchers—those who had once been angels of the highest order—now writhed in agony, unable to resist the overwhelming power that coursed through them.

I felt no pity for them. They had earned their fate, their eternal damnation.

"Burn in the Sea of Glass and Fire," I repeated, and with it, the flames roared higher, the chains tightening, the glass sinking deeper into their flesh.

Castiel's voice rang out once more, his tone unchanging. "You have done well, Aaron. But remember, this power is not to be taken lightly. With it comes great responsibility. The judgment you bring is final. It cannot be undone."

I nodded, the weight of his words settling into my soul. This power, this Noble Phantasm, was a tool of divine retribution. It was not simply a weapon—it was the embodiment of God's wrath. And I was its chosen instrument.

With each enemy that fell, their screams echoed in the distance, their punishment sealed forever. They would burn for all eternity, their sins ever before them, a reminder of their defiance against the divine.

"Let them burn," I whispered, my voice as cold as the fire that consumed them.

And as I stood there, watching the Sea of Glass and Fire continue to churn and burn, I knew this was only the beginning. The world would be purified. And I, Aaron Morgan, would be the one to bring that judgment to all who dared defy the will of God.

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Type: Domain Phantasm (EX-Rank)

Classification: Anti-Unit/Anti-Army

Activation Requirement: Incantation + Divine Will

Incantation:"From the throne flows glass and fire, and the cries of the damned echo forever. Your sins pierce your flesh like molten chains. Domain Expansion: Burn in the Sea of Glass and Fire."

Overview This Domain Phantasm manifests the Sea of Glass and Fire, a realm of divine judgment drawn from Revelation. It is a temporary battlefield where combatants are forced to face the weight of their sins against Heaven. The arena reshapes reality itself, summoning the Sea to purge all who oppose divine will. It is a precursor to the REDACTED and serves as both an execution and purification mechanism.

Duration: Depends on Combatant sins and time dilation of eternity.

Domain Creation: The battlefield morphs into the Sea of Glass and Fire, replacing the ground with molten lava infused with jagged glass shards. All enemies within the domain are affected.

Punishment Aura: All opponents are subjected to Divine Judgment:

Sin Resonance: Enemies' sins manifest as visible chains that constrict and burn, reducing mobility.

Health Drain: Continuous damage from molten lava and glass shards (based on enemy's sin count).

Divine Dissonance: Opponents' attacks are disrupted, with their damage output halved during the Domain's duration.

Final Reckoning (Trigger Mechanic): Enemies judged as irredeemable suffer Molten Binding, a status effect dealing immense burn and shrapnel damage, scaling with their sins. Targets are immobilized for the duration.

Crowd Control: The Domain confines enemies to the Sea's fiery boundaries, trapping them and forcing them to endure judgment.

Sustain and Pressure: Grants the user (Aaron) immunity to lava and glass, while amplifying Divine Will-based abilities by the strength of the Lord Jesus Christ.

Enemy Debilitation: Reduces enemy speed and attack precision by 100%.

Activation: The ground erupts in radiant golden light before splitting into a fiery abyss. Chains of fire and molten glass rise, wrapping around targets.The sky turns crimson, with faint echoes of angelic and tormented screams blending into an ominous soundtrack.

Burn and Bind Animation: Chains coil tighter as molten glass forms into shards, piercing the enemy's body while glowing embers consume them.

|Author's Note: Im going to take a reference from an abridged show and the actual anime about restriction levels for aaron. guess which anime.|