Space Ereshkigal

The summoning circle in Chaldea glowed with a faint, cold light before slowly dimming… until it almost went completely dark.

Suddenly, dark blue flames erupted around the circle, swirling violently like ghostly fire from the underworld. The temperature dropped sharply as the flames twisted upward, forming a chilling yet majestic spectacle.

From within the dark blue inferno, a figure emerged.

Ereshkigal stepped forward with dramatic grace, her long blonde hair flowing as if moved by an invisible wind. Her blue eyes glowed with divine authority, and her presence filled the room with an overwhelming aura of the underworld. She held her lance with elegance, trying to project an imposing and majestic image.

"Heed my call, Master of Chaldea!"

Her voice echoed with power, though there was a slight nervous edge beneath the grandeur.

"I am Ereshkigal, the Lady of the Underworld! The one who rules over death and the realm of the dead! The Beast who has answered your summons!"

She struck a dramatic pose, her dark blue flames still flickering around her as she tried to look as intimidating and impressive as possible.

"Tremble before the Queen of Kur! For I have descended upon this world to… to…"

She paused for a second, her confident facade cracking slightly as she glanced at you.

"...to help you, I suppose. Since you were the one who called me."

She cleared her throat, trying to regain her dramatic tone.

"Ahem! Yes! I, Ereshkigal, shall lend you my power! Do not think this is out of mere kindness! It is simply… my duty as a Beast who has chosen to aid humanity this time!"

Despite her attempt at a grand entrance, there was a noticeable tsundere nervousness in her posture as she waited for your reaction.

"So… what is your first command, Master? Speak quickly!"

You were sitting in your office in Chaldea, focused on reviewing a large stack of reports and planning the next set of missions. The room was quiet, with only the sound of papers rustling and the faint hum of the facility’s systems in the background.

The door opened without a knock.

Ereshkigal entered with a long, dramatic sigh, her long blonde hair swaying as she stepped inside. She was in her full Beast form, radiating an imposing yet visibly tired aura. Her blue eyes scanned the room before settling on you.

"Haaaah… Being a Beast is so exhausting."

She closed the door behind her a bit harder than necessary and walked over to your desk, leaning against the edge with a pout.

"All this power, all this responsibility… I thought being a Beast would be more exciting. Instead, it’s mostly just sitting around looking imposing and dealing with the weight of the universe. How dull."

She glanced at the mountain of paperwork on your desk and tilted her head, her expression shifting from boredom to mild curiosity.

"What are you doing, Master? More reports? Again? You humans really love burying yourselves in work, don’t you?"

She moved around the desk and leaned over your shoulder, close enough that you could feel her presence and the faint, cool aura of the underworld around her. Her long hair brushed lightly against your arm.

"You’ve been at this for hours. Don’t you ever get tired? Or do you enjoy making yourself suffer like this?"

She stayed there, resting her chin gently on your shoulder as she watched you work, clearly wanting attention despite her attempt to sound casual and aloof.

"Since I’m bored out of my mind… and you’re here… I thought I’d come see what my Master is up to. Maybe I can help? Or at least keep you company so you don’t die of boredom too."

She let out another small sigh, but this one was softer.

"Being a Beast is supposed to be grand and terrifying… but right now, I’d rather just stay here with you. So? Are you going to keep working… or can your Beast keep you company for a while?"

Her blue eyes looked at you with a mix of boredom, subtle affection, and a hint of tsundere reluctance, as if she didn’t want to admit she just wanted to be near you.

She stayed close, waiting for your response while occasionally glancing at the papers, clearly open to helping if you asked.

You were in your office in Chaldea, focused on reviewing reports and planning the next missions. The room was quiet, with only the sound of papers and the soft hum of the facility.

Suddenly, a swirling dark blue portal opened directly beneath your feet.

Before you could react, it swallowed you whole.

You reappeared in a strange, beautiful place.

You were floating in what seemed like a pocket universe — surrounded by countless glowing stars, nebulae, and cosmic lights. The ground beneath you was a translucent platform made of dark energy, and the entire space felt vast yet intimate.

A familiar voice echoed around you, filled with clear happiness.

"Finally…! It worked!"

She appeared in front of you, floating gracefully with a bright, triumphant smile. Her blonde hair flowed as if moved by an invisible cosmic wind, and her blue eyes sparkled with excitement.

"Ufufu~ Welcome to my little private universe, Master!"

She spread her arms dramatically, showing off the starry realm she had created.

"I got bored, you see. Being a Beast is so tiresome sometimes. So I decided to make a small pocket universe just for fun. And… well, I thought it would be nice to bring you here."

She tried to sound casual, but there was a noticeable joy in her voice.

"It took me seventy-eight attempts, you know? First I brought your chair… then your coat… then that stupid report you were holding… but finally! I got you!"

She floated closer, clearly proud of herself despite trying to hide it behind her usual aloof facade.

"So… what do you think? Not bad for a bored Beast, right? We can stay here as long as you want. No missions, no other Servants… just us."

She looked away slightly, pretending to admire the stars, but her cheeks had a faint blush.

"It’s not like I wanted to spend time alone with you or anything. I was just… testing my powers. Yes, that’s it."

Even though she tried to maintain her cool and slightly tsundere demeanor, it was obvious she was happy to have you here with her in this private cosmic space.

"So… shall we stay a while, Master?"

It was a quiet night in Chaldea. You were resting in your room when the door opened slowly.

Ereshkigal entered, her usual imposing Beast aura noticeably subdued. She looked unusually vulnerable, her long blonde hair slightly disheveled and her blue eyes avoiding direct contact with yours.

She closed the door behind her and stood there for a long moment before speaking, her voice quieter than usual.

"...Master."

She walked closer and sat on the edge of your bed, looking down at her hands as she fidgeted with her fingers.

"I’ve been thinking… about what the others say."

She took a deep breath, clearly struggling to get the words out.

"Kama, Kiara, both Koyanskayas… even Draco. They all have their comments. They say I’m not ‘Beast enough’. That I’m too soft. Too… inadequate for this class."

A small, bitter laugh escaped her, but it didn’t hide the insecurity in her tone.

"Tiamat has comforted me more than once… telling me that I don’t need to be like them. But I still can’t stop thinking about it. Am I really worthy of being a Beast? Do I even give the right image… or do I just look small and pathetic next to the others?"

She finally looked up at you, her blue eyes filled with doubt and a rare vulnerability that she rarely showed.

"Tell me honestly, Master… In your eyes, do I at least look like a proper Beast? Or am I just… falling short?"

She waited, her hands clenched slightly in her lap, clearly anxious about your answer. Her shoulders were tense, and her usual confident posture was nowhere to be seen.

"I know I’m not as overwhelming as Tiamat or as cunning as Kiara… I’m not as destructive as Draco or as manipulative as the others. Sometimes I wonder if I even belong in this class."

Her voice softened even more, almost a whisper.

"I still want to be useful to you. I want to be someone you can rely on… even if I’m not the strongest or the most terrifying Beast. But if I’m just a disappointment… I need to know."

She looked at you with genuine fear in her eyes — fear of not being enough for you.

"So… please be honest with me, Master."

It was after a particularly dangerous mission in a complex Singularity where time manipulation and conceptual attacks were rampant. You had barely made it back to Chaldea, exhausted and shaken by enemies that tried to erase your very existence by attacking your past.

You were resting in your room when the door opened quietly.

Ereshkigal entered, her usual Beast aura softer than normal. She approached your bed and sat down beside you, looking at you with deep concern in her blue eyes.

"...Master."

Her voice was gentle, but carried the weight of the underworld.

"In battles of this scale… there will always be enemies who use time-delayed attacks. Ones that try to erase the past that forms the foundation of your existence."

She gently took your hand, holding it firmly as if to anchor you.

"But as long as I’m here, your existence will never be obliterated. Even in death… you will remain within me forever."

She leaned closer, her long blonde hair cascading around you like a protective veil.

"After all, the 'Space' in my name refers to both cosmic and spatial dimensions. I can keep you safe inside me… no matter what happens to the outside world."

Her grip on your hand tightened slightly, showing a rare vulnerability.

"I know it sounds scary… but it’s my way of protecting you. Even if everything else disappears, I will never let you fade away."

She rested her forehead gently against yours, her voice barely above a whisper.

"So please… don’t be afraid. As long as I exist, your story will never end. I’ll carry you with me… always."

She stayed close, holding you in a protective embrace, clearly shaken by the thought of losing you to conceptual erasure.

"You are my Master… and I refuse to let anything take you from me."

After the previous dangerous mission where enemies tried to erase your existence through time-delayed attacks, Ereshkigal had been unusually quiet. But today, as you prepared to head to the Rayshift Chamber for another mission, she appeared in front of you with a determined expression.

Ereshkigal stood blocking the entrance to the Rayshift room, her long blonde hair flowing and her blue eyes fixed on you with clear resolve.

"Master."

Her voice was firm, carrying the weight of the underworld.

"I’m coming with you this time."

She crossed her arms, clearly not planning to move aside.

"After what happened last time… I won’t allow you to face those kinds of threats alone. Enemies who attack your past, who try to erase your foundation… I refuse to let that happen again."

She stepped closer, her imposing Beast aura radiating around her.

"You can say 'no' as many times as you want. But I’m not listening. As long as I’m here, your existence will never be obliterated. Even in death, you will remain within me forever."

She gently but firmly took your hand, her grip warm and unyielding.

"The 'Space' in my name refers to both cosmic and spatial dimensions. I can protect you in ways no one else can. So stop trying to be stubborn and let me accompany you."

Despite her serious tone, there was a clear protective affection in her eyes — she was genuinely worried about losing you.

"I know you’re strong… but you’re still my Master. And I won’t let anything take you from me."

She didn’t wait for your answer. Instead, she started walking toward the Rayshift Chamber, still holding your hand and gently pulling you along with her.

"Come on. We’re doing this together. No arguments."

Even if you tried to protest, she simply smiled softly and shook her head.

"I already told you… I’m not accepting 'no' this time."

She stayed close to you as you both entered the Rayshift Chamber, her presence like a shield ready to protect you from any threat — conceptual or otherwise.

You had just finished spending some time in the common area with several other Servants — talking, laughing, and planning small details for upcoming missions. The atmosphere had been light and friendly.

As you were walking back through the hallways toward your room, you felt a heavy, familiar presence approaching.

Ereshkigal appeared from around the corner, her long blonde hair flowing dramatically as she walked straight toward you. Her blue eyes were narrowed, and her usual imposing Beast aura felt heavier than normal.

"Master."

Her voice was calm, but there was a sharp edge beneath it.

"I saw you. Laughing and talking with all those other Servants again."

She stopped right in front of you, crossing her arms as she looked at you with a mix of possessiveness and clear jealousy.

"You seemed to be enjoying yourself quite a bit. How nice for them… to get so much of your attention."

She stepped closer, her presence almost overwhelming as she leaned in slightly.

"Do you enjoy their company that much? More than mine?"

Her hand reached out and gently but firmly grabbed the front of your shirt, pulling you closer to her.

"I am a Beast. I am supposed to be above such petty feelings… but seeing you give so much of yourself to others… it bothers me more than I’d like to admit."

She looked into your eyes, her blue gaze intense and vulnerable at the same time.

"You are my Master. The one I chose to protect. The one whose existence I swore to safeguard forever. So why do you keep giving pieces of yourself to everyone else?"

Her grip on your shirt tightened slightly as she continued, her voice lowering.

"I don’t want to share you. Not with them. Not with anyone."

She leaned in even closer, her face inches from yours.

"From now on… I expect more of your time. More of your attention. More of you. Do you understand?"

Despite her jealous and possessive words, there was a clear note of insecurity beneath them — she truly didn’t want to lose her place in your life.

"I’m not asking… I’m telling you. Your Beast wants you all to herself today."

She didn’t let go of your shirt, clearly waiting for your response while trying (and failing) to hide how much it affected her.

After her jealous outburst in the hallway, Ereshkigal still hadn’t let go of your shirt. Her blue eyes were locked onto yours with a mix of possessiveness and barely hidden vulnerability.

"Hmph… I’ll forgive your ‘sin’ of giving attention to those other Servants… but only if you do two things."

She lifted her hand elegantly toward you, trying to maintain her dignified Beast composure.

"First… kiss my hand. And from now on, you will spend much more time with me. Understood?"

She waited, clearly expecting you to comply.

When you gently took her hand and brought it to your lips, kissing her palm with delicate care, Ereshkigal froze completely.

Externally, she became perfectly still — eyes wide, body rigid, as if time itself had stopped for her.

Internally:

Ahhhhhhhhhhh—!! Too much male affection—!! What is this warmth—!? My core is going to explode—!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!

Somewhere in the back of her mind, something dramatically exploded in a shower of stars and dark blue flames.

For several long seconds she remained completely frozen, her mind short-circuiting from the simple but sincere gesture.

Then, all at once, her cheeks exploded into a deep, burning crimson blush that spread all the way to her ears and down her neck.

"H-Hah—?! Y-You— Th-That—"

Her hand started trembling in yours as she tried to form words, but only incoherent stuttering came out.

"M-Mas… ter—?! Y-You… j-just— Ah—?! N-Not… th-the palm—?! I-I m-meant— H-Haaah—!!"

She pulled her hand back slightly but didn’t fully let go, her whole body now visibly shaking as she struggled to regain her usual cool and majestic Beast demeanor.

"Y-You… idiot—! D-Don’t just— kiss it like that—! I-I’m a Beast, you know—?! Th-This is— This is—!!"

Her voice cracked multiple times as she tried (and failed) to sound angry or dignified. The deep blush refused to fade, and her blue eyes were wide with a mixture of embarrassment, surprise, and barely contained affection.

"F-From now on… y-you’ll… spend m-more time with m-me… r-right…? Th-That was the d-deal…!"

Even though she was stuttering and trembling, she didn’t pull away completely — her hand still lingered near yours as if she secretly wanted you to hold it again.

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