Fate/Lust break

Later that night, Ritsuka went to sleep as he enter the Servant Master Dream cycle, as he opened his eyes he saw Aesc

Ritsuka just looked at her. "Oh hi Aesc, are we ready to see more of Morgan memory"

Aesc then grabbed Ritsuka Collar. "What did you do?"

Ritsuka just looked at her. "What do you mean"

Aesc pointed at a forest, as they saw a younger version of Medusa. "THAT IS NOT MORGAN, WHO IS SHE"

Ritsuka blinked in confusion, looking between Aesc and the younger version of Medusa in the distance. "Wait, that's Medusa? But I... I thought we were supposed to be seeing Morgan's memories, not hers," he said, his brow furrowing. He glanced back at Aesc, who still had a firm grip on his collar.

Aesc sighed, releasing her grip as she stepped back. "This isn't normal, Ritsuka. You were supposed to be connected to Morgan's memories in this dream cycle. But somehow... something else interfered." She pointed at the scene unfolding in the forest where the younger Medusa was wandering through a dim, eerie landscape. "This is... chaotic. And it has something to do with you."

Ritsuka looked back at the memory of Medusa, still trying to process what was happening. "What did I do? I didn't mean to cause this."

Aesc narrowed her eyes. "You've bonded with Medusa recently, haven't you? This could be linked to that. The connection between Master and Servant runs deep, especially when emotions like love and trust are involved. You've somehow tapped into her memories instead of Morgan's."

Ritsuka stared at Medusa's younger form in the dream, his heart aching as he saw her expression—a mixture of fear and sadness as she navigated the dark forest. "So... this is her past? Before she became the Gorgon?"

Aesc nodded slowly. "Yes. This is a fragment of Medusa's life from long ago. And now that we're here, it seems we're stuck in her memories until we see this through."

Ritsuka took a deep breath, feeling a strange sense of responsibility. "Then we have to help her... right? If we're in her memories, we should try to understand what she went through."

Aesc crossed her arms, watching him carefully. "Helping her here won't change the past, but it might strengthen your bond with her in the present. Just be careful. You don't want to get too wrapped up in someone else's trauma."

Ritsuka nodded, his eyes still on Medusa. "I understand. I'll be careful. But if this is what Medusa went through... I want to at least bear witness to it. She deserves that much."

Aesc sighed, softening slightly. "You've got a good heart, Ritsuka. But remember, memories can be painful. Don't lose yourself in them."

With that, Ritsuka took a tentative step forward, approaching the younger Medusa as she wandered through the dark forest. He could feel the weight of her loneliness, the fear she carried as she tried to survive in a world that feared her very existence.

In this dream cycle, Ritsuka would finally begin to understand the depths of Medusa's pain—and perhaps, in doing so, he could help heal the scars she still carried.

Medusa was going to the forest, as she was scared as she tripped as she tumble like an anime character, that made Ritsuka chuckle as they remembered this is a memory so it already happened, they followed the young Medusa as they saw her getting up, she started to sniffles as then she got up, before she saw something in the rock a scythe that looked like it was made by the finest material as she went to it

Ritsuka watched with a mixture of amusement and concern as young Medusa stumbled and tumbled through the forest, her innocent clumsiness making him chuckle. But the chuckle quickly faded as he saw her sniffle, clearly scared and alone. This memory felt so real, even though he knew it had already happened, and there was nothing he could do to change it.

As Medusa approached the mysterious scythe embedded in the rock, Ritsuka felt a sense of foreboding. The weapon looked otherworldly—crafted from materials that seemed almost too fine, too perfect for this world. Its blade glimmered in the dim light of the forest, radiating a dark power that contrasted with Medusa's small and fragile form.

"That scythe..." Ritsuka muttered, recognizing it as the one Medusa would later wield in her Alter form. "This must be when she first found it."

Aesc stood beside him, her expression serious. "This is a pivotal moment for her, Ritsuka. The scythe represents more than just a weapon—it's a symbol of the darkness she would later embrace as the Gorgon."

Medusa reached out toward the scythe, her hand trembling slightly as if she could feel the immense power it held. Ritsuka wanted to call out to her, to warn her, but he knew it wouldn't matter. This was just a memory, an unchangeable past.

As Medusa's fingers wrapped around the handle of the scythe, there was a surge of energy. The ground beneath her seemed to tremble, and the air grew thick with an eerie, oppressive aura. Her eyes widened in shock, but there was also a strange sense of acceptance in her expression—as if, deep down, she knew this power was meant for her.

Ritsuka felt a pang of sadness as he watched the scene unfold. This was the beginning of Medusa's descent into the form of the Gorgon, a path that would lead her to immense suffering and isolation.

Aesc glanced at Ritsuka, her voice soft but firm. "This is the moment she began to lose herself. The power of the scythe would corrupt her, twisting her into the monstrous form she came to hate."

Ritsuka clenched his fists, feeling a wave of sympathy for the younger Medusa. "She didn't deserve this... none of it."

As the memory continued, the forest around them seemed to grow darker, and the shadows stretched longer. Medusa's grip on the scythe tightened, and her once-innocent expression slowly morphed into something more determined—something colder.

Medusa then heard there her hand started to shake. "W-w-who goes there"

Medusa head turned to a see a demonic as she screamed, the next thing they saw was an act of self defense, but they had to close there eyes as they saw very bloody seen

As Medusa's voice trembled, her fear palpable, Ritsuka and Aesc watched the memory unfold with growing tension. The sudden appearance of a demonic figure looming from the shadows sent a chill through the air, and young Medusa's scream pierced through the quiet forest. The scene shifted violently as Medusa, in a panicked reflex, gripped the scythe tightly.

The next few moments happened so fast that Ritsuka barely had time to process it. In a blur of motion, the scythe swung through the air, and Medusa, in an act of pure self-defense, unleashed a power far beyond her control. The force of her swing was devastating, and the demonic figure stood no chance.

Blood sprayed across the forest floor, painting the trees and rocks in crimson. Ritsuka instinctively shut his eyes, not wanting to see the gruesome aftermath of what was undoubtedly a brutal attack. Even Aesc turned her gaze away for a moment, her usual calm demeanor momentarily shaken by the violence of the memory.

When Ritsuka dared to open his eyes again, the scene had grown still. Medusa stood frozen in place, her hands trembling as they clutched the scythe, her eyes wide with shock and horror at what she had just done. The demonic figure lay in pieces at her feet, the ground soaked with blood.

Medusa's face was pale, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she stared at her handiwork, unable to comprehend the overwhelming power she had just unleashed. She hadn't wanted to kill—she had only wanted to defend herself. But the scythe had responded to her fear, amplifying her attack far beyond what was necessary.

Ritsuka's heart ached for her. This was just a child, scared and alone, who had been forced to fight for her life. The weight of the scythe's power was far too great for someone like her to bear, and it was clear that this moment would haunt her forever.

Aesc spoke softly, her voice filled with a quiet sadness. "This was the first time she killed. The power of the scythe awakened something inside her—something dark. And from here, it only grew."

Ritsuka nodded, his chest tight with emotion. "She never wanted to become the Gorgon. It was forced on her by circumstances beyond her control."

Medusa's figure in the memory slowly sank to her knees, dropping the scythe as tears began to stream down her face. She buried her head in her hands, sobbing quietly, her small frame shaking with the weight of the trauma she had just endured.

As the scene shifted to a temple, Ritsuka observed a slightly older Medusa standing with two figures—identical twins who radiated an ethereal beauty and presence. It didn't take long for him to recognize them.

"Euryale and Stheno," he muttered, confirming his suspicions. However, something was off. There was a distinct coldness between the three sisters, especially from Euryale and Stheno, whose gazes seemed sharp and condescending.

The twins stood with an air of superiority, their postures graceful but distant. Their faces, though identical, were marked with expressions of disdain as they exchanged looks before directing their attention to Medusa. The difference in their attitudes toward their younger sister was stark—while Euryale and Stheno were confident and revered for their beauty, Medusa seemed out of place, nervous and unsure.

Ritsuka frowned. "Why do they seem so... mean?"

Aesc sighed beside him. "It's complicated. Euryale and Stheno, as goddesses of beauty, were adored and worshipped by mortals. Medusa, on the other hand, was different from them. While they remained small and dainty, she grew into a being feared for her monstrous strength. Over time, this difference created a rift between them. The twins distanced themselves, perhaps out of fear, jealousy, or simply because Medusa represented something they couldn't control."

As the memory played out, the twins' voices could be heard, light and melodic, but their words carried a biting edge.

"Medusa, why do you always look so serious? Can't you at least try to look more... delicate?" Euryale said with a mocking tone, her smile almost taunting.

Stheno giggled, twirling a lock of her hair. "Yes, sister, try to be more like us. It's not that hard, is it?"

Medusa remained silent, her hands clenched tightly at her sides. She looked down, her expression a mix of hurt and resignation. She wasn't like them, and deep down, she knew it. But hearing their words only deepened the divide in her heart.

Ritsuka could see it—the loneliness, the isolation Medusa felt, even among her own family. The twins, despite being her sisters, treated her with indifference, as if she were a burden or a shadow that didn't belong in their world of beauty and grace.

"This was the beginning," Aesc said softly. "The beginning of Medusa's descent. The more she tried to be like them, the more she was rejected. And as her monstrous nature grew, so did their cruelty."

Ritsuka's fists clenched as he watched the scene. He wanted to step in, to defend Medusa from the unkind words of her sisters, but he knew this was a memory—one that had already been etched into Medusa's soul.

Medusa then started to cry, Ritsuka went to stop them, but then he saw something both Stheno and Eruyale hugging her and saying sorry.

Ritsuka looked at Aesc. "Maybe it is my judgement but this seems fake"

Aesc just looked at him. "To you yes, it does"

The memory them changes again, as it shows a man, a man with yellow hair, beautiful face, sea blue eyes and abs, he holds a Trident, he was looking at Medusa

Ritsuka looked at this Memory. "Poseidon"

He knew the legend and didn't want to know which one was real, was she willingly had sex with Poseidon in Athena temple or was raped but he didn't care he wanted to look away, but he was dumfound, Instead of anything he gifted her the Pegasu, which made her sister jealous

Ritsuka just blinked. "I think I saw that wrong"

Ritsuka blinked in confusion as he witnessed Poseidon's interaction with Medusa. It wasn't what he expected. Instead of the violent act he had dreaded, Poseidon stood there, regal and calm, holding a gift—a beautiful, winged horse. The Pegasus, shimmering in the light, stepped forward toward Medusa. Her eyes widened in surprise as she cautiously reached out to touch it.

Poseidon didn't make any moves or show any signs of hostility. He smiled softly at Medusa and spoke in a voice that, despite its power, held a surprising gentleness.

"This creature is a symbol of freedom, Medusa. It is yours now," Poseidon said, his tone respectful.

Ritsuka, unsure of how to process what he was seeing, rubbed his eyes. "I think I saw that wrong... But I'm pretty sure this doesn't match the legend," he muttered, glancing at Aesc.

Aesc nodded slightly, her expression contemplative. "The myths are often distorted through time. What people know and what truly happened can be very different. In this memory, Poseidon seems to respect Medusa, perhaps even cherishing her in some way. He's giving her Pegasus, a symbol of strength and freedom. But jealousy... that is always present."

As the memory continued, Ritsuka noticed Euryale and Stheno watching from afar, their faces twisted with envy. Their sister, the one they had often belittled and disregarded, was now being gifted something extraordinary. Their jealousy was palpable, though they tried to hide it behind their usual grace.

"Medusa's sisters didn't just fear her growing power; they envied the attention she received from beings like Poseidon," Aesc added. "This moment, while seemingly peaceful, only deepened the rift between them."

Ritsuka sighed, watching Medusa stroke the Pegasus's mane. He had expected a violent and tragic scene, but this memory revealed another layer to Medusa's past—one filled with misunderstandings, envy, and quiet pain. It was clear that even when Medusa received kindness, it came with complications, especially from her own family.

"I see," Ritsuka said softly, understanding now that the pain Medusa endured wasn't always from external forces—it often came from those closest to her, and from the weight of expectations placed upon her.

"Her life was never easy, no matter how you look at it," Aesc commented. "And this is just one part of her story."

To be continued

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