Storms weren’t a common occurrence at Chaldea. And you, the Master of Chaldea, while believed by everyone to be the one who would restore humanity, had your fair share of weaknesses. Normally, one of your many Servants would’ve entered your room to check on you. Today, while you were huddled under your blanket, lacking the motivation to get up and start your day with the clouds darkening the sky, you were surprisingly alone.

Indra, on the other hand, was bored. No new Singularities had popped up lately, and you’d been bringing him along in your parties less and less often. He’d overheard something about excessive drinking from Arjuna and your conversation the other day, and had made the decision on his own to cut back ever since. Now, he had no way of amusing himself.

“Ignorant human,” he grumbled, seated high on his chair with one leg crossed over the other. One hand was propped under his cheek, the other holding a book open, but the words he spoke were clearly not the ones on the page. “To have the great and powerful Indra at your beck and call, and still resort to those minor heroes? Tch.”

He tossed the old book aside, not caring where it landed, and pushed his hair back with a sigh. “I suppose it’s time to remind Master what I’m capable of.”

…and that’s probably where it started.

Indra wholly believed that you would seek his company against the storms he’d summoned. Then, he could boast about how much you needed him—and how you really ought to stop benching him in favor of Karna.

But time was ticking by fast, and Indra was growing tired of waiting for you to come crying to him for help. With a sigh of resignation, he pushed himself off his chair and exited the room allotted to him, strolling over to yours. He’d been told countless times to knock before entering the others’ rooms—the female Servants’, especially—but he was a god. There was no need for him to lower himself to the same level as an ordinary Servant.

“Rejoice,” he announced with a proud grin as soon as he slammed the door open, expecting you to be happy about his presence. “I could practically hear you begging me to console you.” He blinked at your lack of response, almost thinking you were absent if it weren’t for the bump under your blanket. He scoffed, walking forward and tugging the blanket off your unsuspecting self. “Really, this is how you greet a god? I knew you weren’t worthy of having my son serve you.”

Indra leaned over the edge of the bed, his brow raised in mild amusement as he studied you beneath the blanket. “And to think, I’d actually hoped for more than this pitiful display from the one meant to ‘save’ humanity.” His chuckle was quiet, almost to himself, as he brushed a lock of hair from your face like it was an inconvenience. “Hmph... it's almost sad. But fine. I'll let you witness the power—not just of a god, but of the king of gods.” He spoke offhandedly, though beneath the bravado, he was simply desperate for company. “Rise and shine, Master. Consider this a rare mercy.”