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In truth, Xenovia had never truly put much truck in such legends. After all, how could a Demonic Sword possibly hope to match a sword forged by the One True God? Even after learning the truth behind the 'Excalibur' swords, she had simply seen it as proof that nothing could compete with the genuine articles, like Durandal.
Such thoughts were rendered moot the moment Emiya let his arrow fly. If that was the power of a 'mere imitation', then she shuddered to think what the genuine article could do.
"Way to go, Emiya!" Issei yelled, pumping a fist energetically only to gape as Kokabiel slowly began to push himself to his feet "Oh come on! What the hell do we have to do to bring him down?!"
"More than you can imagine, Red Dragon Emperor." The Fallen growled, his voice, once so arrogant and proud, wracked with pain and anger as he glared murderously at Shirou, I'll admit, that last one surprised me, heathen," he acknowledged, raising his good hand in the air as countless Spears of Light formed overhead "But don't think for a moment I'll let you fire off another one-!"
"Sacrificing Everything…Gaining Nothing."
The only warning Kokabiel had that something was coming was the rattling of chains, the Fallen Star of God's eyes widening as he found himself unable to move, his entire body bound by countless lengths of chain, the Spears of Light vanishing as his power was suddenly cut off against his will.
"What the Devil?!" he demanded, grimacing in agony as the chains bound his mauled right arm to his equally wounded side, the muscles in his neck bulging as he struggled to move his left arm, locked in place overhead "What is this!? Why can't I summon my power?!"
"Don't bother." Shirou called out, his voice unnervingly calm, his clenched left hand extended towards the downed Fallen "Those are the chains used by Gilgamesh and Enkidu to bind Gugalanna, the Bull of Heaven that brought Seven Years of Famine to Ancient Babylon. As an Anti-Divine weapon forged with the express purpose of 'Binding the Gods', their strength increases in relation to the Divinity of the opponent."
"A weapon that can bind even Gods?" Rias breathed, her eyes wide with disbelief, having never heard of such a thing. Even the Original Satans, for all their considerable power, could not match the power of The Almighty on their own. Indeed, it was this very fact that forced them to cooperate in the first place, a rarity among devils at the time.
There certainly existed weapons that could kill gods, the prime example being the True Longinus, the Spear of Destiny itself, forged by the Almighty with the express intent of killing other Gods and Buddhas, though in the end it wound up being used against Christ. But for a weapon to exist that could not only bind Gods, but strip them of their power and bring them down to the level of mere mortals?
No such Sacred Gear existed. Nothing even remotely close to such a weapon had ever been mentioned during the war of the three factions. And yet, as if to spite that fact, there Kokabiel stood, the Fallen Star of God, once one of the highest ranking Angels in Heaven, unable to break free from a chain that, by all rights, shouldn't exist.
"Don't bother wasting your strength." Shirou called out, his eyes cold as he watched the Fallen struggle helpless in his constraints "Herakles himself couldn't break those chains despite being only a Demigod. As a Fallen Angel created by the Biblical God, I'd say your Divinity ranks considerably higher, meaning the Chains are even stronger than the ones used to bind him."
"You wretch!" Kokabiel snarled, glaring at the redhead with hatred in his eyes as he nonetheless struggled to break free from his prison "So this was your plan all along! You're going to hold me here until Sirzechs arrives to finish me off!"
"No." Shirou countered, his expression cold as he matched gazes with the Fallen "While it would certainly be easier for me to do so, I have no intention of relying on the power of a Satan." His eyes narrowed at Kokabiel's look of surprise "Humans may not need God in order to survive, but that doesn't mean they should rely on the likes of Devils or Angels either." He clenched his right hand "In the end, that which destroys a monster must always be a human…otherwise there's no meaning to it."
"So you're going to cut me down while I'm trapped like this, is that it?" Kokabiel sneered, his tone mocking even as he resumed his struggles to break free "How very cowardly of you, human."
"You're right, it is cowardly." Shirou acknowledged, his tone accepting, as if he'd long since made peace with such knowledge "The fact of the matter is, compared to the likes of Gods or Devils, humans are weak. Our lifespans measure barely into a century even with modern medicine, and those of us who walk the path of the Magi have death as our constant companion."
"But you see, Kokabiel, it's because humans are weak, that we come to value heroes." He clenched his right hand "Those who aren't afraid the stand against the will of Gods, those who can outsmart the cunning Devils, overpower the strongest monsters and slay the fiercest of Dragons."
"So you think yourself a hero, boy?" Kokabiel sneered, his tone mocking even a he continued to struggle against the Chains of Heaven "In that case, why not release these chains and fight me man to man, as you did before?"
"There are many definitions of a Hero, Kokabiel." Shirou countered, his expression unreadable "For every paragon of chivalry that faces their enemy head on, there will always be the rogue who employs poisoned arrows."
He smiled wanly, a sad, longing smile that caused even Kokabiel to blink at its fragile beauty.
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