Fate/My Villain Simulations

Beautiful.

This was the first time you laid eyes on Ishtar.

Even from within your cell, Susa couldn't help but gaze—

And gaze again.

The world's oldest goddess of beauty, though often marked by a capricious temperament, had an appearance that could turn men into fervent followers—zealous fanatics, even.

Even the handsomest of youths, praised for their looks and charm, would struggle to resist her allure.

Her feet—so pure, so radiant—were like jade, glowing with a soft, ethereal light, as if touched by moonlight itself. She moved with a grace that seemed to defy the constraints of the mortal world as she descended.

From her divine vessel, she stepped down into the dusty, harsh realm of humanity.

Her long, silken hair cascaded around her shoulders, and her youthful form glided forward toward your cell.

With a swift motion, one hand stopped Gilgamesh's sword, halting him mid-strike.

"Who gave you the right to harm what belongs to me?"

Shielding you with her presence, Ishtar turned sideways, her eyes narrowing as she met Gilgamesh's gaze.

She lifted her chin in disdain and scoffed, "Don't forget, this city belongs to me as well! How dare you use your filthy hands to harm what is mine—my faithful?"

Her voice, filled with divine authority, held no trace of mercy or forgiveness.

To her followers, this act alone would be enough to inspire them to give their very lives in devotion to her.

A goddess—untouchable and high above—descending from her lofty realm to protect a mere mortal. In any myth, this would be a tale sung for generations, worthy of eternal praise.

Even you, Susa, couldn't help but feel your eyes well with tears.

'Go! Why don't you just leave, woman?! What are you doing here?! Get fucking lost!!'

If Gilgamesh symbolized the hero in this myth, then Ishtar was undoubtedly its antagonist.

If Susa could die under her name, he might be remembered as a villain, his name spoken of for generations to come.

Such a death would surely grant him a Saint Graph so vast it would stretch across an entire galaxy of celestial beings.

'So, what are you doing, Ishtar?! Let me die! Don't save me! Don't protect me! I only want to die!'

"Curses!"

Gilgamesh's golden eyes flashed with deep contempt as he glared at Ishtar.

No matter how many ages passed, Gilgamesh had never once respected lofty gods.

And Ishtar was no exception.

"Hmph." Ishtar ignored him entirely, as though he were beneath her notice.

With a single, effortless punch, she shattered the cage that had bound Susa.

"Your loyalty has not gone unnoticed," she said, her voice carrying the weight of divine power. "A just goddess always rewards her faithful. As for the others who rebelled alongside you, they will come with me to the temple outside the city."

Susa's face twisted in frustration and dread as he listened to the Goddess.

I don't want to go!

But before Susa could voice your protest, Ishtar lifted him effortlessly into her arms, rising as she ascended into her vessel, the majestic "Maanna".

She glanced back at Gilgamesh, her eyes cold and unyielding, and declared, "I hope this is the last time. If you are so disrespectful to me next time or try to hurt my things, you will bear the consequences yourself."

[Ishtar's sudden intervention had caught you completely off guard.]

[Never in your wildest dreams did you think Ishtar herself would appear before you.]

[Until now, though you lived in the Age of Gods, you had never truly believed in her. To you, she had been nothing more than a convenient tool for your ambitions.]

[But now, looking at her, tears streamed down your face.]

[Everything had gone awry.]

[Yet thanks to Ishtar, the priests, believers, and slaves you had led into rebellion were taken safely to the temple outside the city.]

[An exceptional villain, however, can always find ways—even in death—to crawl back from the depths of the underworld and fulfill their ambitions.]

[You, too, possess the foundation to rise again. As long as the roots remain, you can stage a comeback.]

[Looking at the goddess, a plan began to form in your mind.]

[Soon, you arrived at Ishtar's temple atop the mountain.]

[Ishtar set you down, then languidly settled onto her throne, her gaze quietly scrutinizing you.]

Finally, Ishtar broke the silence, "Mortal, who gave you the audacity to think you could overturn Gilgamesh's rule? Even a half-blooded godling is beyond your reach."

Ishtar looked at Susa with amused interest.

Susa slowly sat up and replied, "It was you, Goddess, who inspired me."

"Me?" The corner of Ishtar's mouth curled up in a teasing smile. "I don't recall ever instructing anyone to challenge Gilgamesh—least of all a mortal like you who dreams of overturning a demigod's dominion. Do I look like a fool to you? Someone who spends their days lost in far-fetched fantasies?"

Susa instinctively almost nodded, recalling his impression of her. But he stopped himself.

Lowering his head, he blinked innocently.

Then, with fervent eyes and a humble tone, he said, "But it truly was your teachings, Goddess. In this vast sky, no god possesses a heart as boundless as yours, nor a sense of justice as noble as yours. The great tale of you overturning the Sacred Mountain is still sung to this day. You are the protector of love and the executor of justice.

However, that Gilgamesh desecrates love with his brutal 'first-night stands,' and he tramples justice with his oppressive laws. Worse still, he has never once shown reverence for you—the protector of this city. For me, that is unacceptable.

So for you, Goddess—for you justice—I had to fight him!"

Susa's speech, practiced for years, flowed effortlessly. After a decade of pretending to be a fervent devotee, his performance was flawless.

"Hmm." Ishtar listened, idly stroking the lion lying beside her throne.

She tilted her head slightly, her gaze thoughtful as she looked up at the vaulted ceiling of her temple.

Then, suddenly, she stood and clapped her hands.

"Not bad. Not bad at all. You do make a compelling argument." Ishtar said slowly, "I've already sensed your loyalty toward me, so naturally, I wouldn't allow Gilgamesh to harm you. Yes, as you said, Gilgamesh, who dares disregard my authority, must face judgment. However… you still acted without me."

Susa turned his head down, confused by her words.

Ishtar stepped closer, standing before him.

"Mortals cannot defeat gods. If you were truly fighting for my glory, you should have told me sooner. Naturally, I would have stood by your side and sent Gilgamesh…" She paused, her eyes flashing coldly. "…to the Underworld."

Ishtar was such a goddess. Whether or not Rin Tohsaka's will dwell within her, Ishtar could be ruthlessly cruel toward enemies or anything she disliked.

Yet for those who worshipped her, no matter how exaggerated their words, Ishtar would always lend an ear to their desires.

Susa had gambled—and won.

He exhaled with relief.

Especially when he noticed Ishtar's obvious disdain for Gilgamesh, the idea of recruiting her as his "evil" ally grew even stronger.

"Therefore, as someone loyal to me, I am willing to share my power with you. So…"

So…?

Susa widened his eyes slightly, waiting for Ishtar to finish her sentence.

But when she remained silent, he looked up—

And froze.

A jade-like foot hovered midair right towards him. Feet. FEETISH!