The gears of fate that grind the curse bind upon us an armor of death.
It's a key and a lance that pierces space and time.
Souls encircled the throne of the void, the branches of history reach out to infinity.
You alone must make the decision, brother!
A sense of confounded dread left me as my lance- no Ludger's lance left my body. Time seemed to stand still as the catalyst broke, bathing us in a light I have seen too many times for my liking.
"Forgive me, good people of Thor."
"Erston, save me, please!"
"I'm not any human. I'm your sister!"
The weight of all these feeling, memories. They surfaced as I heard the sound of my daughter, my Elle cry.
And cry.
And cry.
Nooo! Daddy! Daddy, get up!
Those words echoed through me as I faded, humming, if only for the moment to make her smile. And then it all faded as the whole world broke around me, My dimension, my world, my Elle gone.
XXXXX
The Night air of Fuyuki City Brushed against me, the smell of my freshly pressed suit was overpowered as my Polished shoes rapped against the sidewalk my breath hitching as I laid my eyes on my destination, I clutched my cell phone, my mind still in a haze from my last conversation.
"Meet me at my church, It's time."
I nearly dropped my phone after he said that, Kirei's deep voice bellowed out from over the line. I listened intently, as he expressed wanting to speak with me on the current war and my summon. My eyes closed as the call ended, I contemplated over his words, as a bit of excitement ran down me. Kotomine wasn't much for conversation but the fact that he wished to speak with me was exciting on its own. Even during our missions with the Mage's Associations he never relied on anyone, but his request that I become a master in the Fourth Holy Grail War was already astonishing to me.
I broke out of my reverie as I walked past the rows of pews towards my objective. The glow of the moonlight illuminating the tall frame of Kotomine. His brown hair brushing against the collar of his plain church cassock, his eyes locking onto my form as he turned towards me.
"Bazett, you have the catalyst correct?" Kirei's face a stern mask, he walked towards me the smell of chalk on his hands as I walked towards the summoning circle behind him. Without a thought I pulled out the objects deep within my pockets, twin ovaloid earrings, ancient items worn by cu'chulainn, the Lancer.
Silence permeated across the church, my breath felt heavy as I placed the catalyst on the circle, Suddenly I felt a burst of energy as the residual mana in circle lit the room with a eerie light, I winced as a slight pain of my command seals mana pulled the on ritual. A numbing sensation washed over me, my breath hitched, sweat dotted my face, but what was frightening was the blood.
The blood pooling around the singular wound on my stomach.
The blood dripping from the cold blade of my attacker.
The blood leaking from the stump that was once my hand.
My blood.
XXXXX
My eyes shot open.
If it wasn't for the fact that I could do that at all, the searing pain in my chest surely would have woken me up anyway. I slowly checked my surroundings, the area was was shrouded in moonlight through glass windows, a stark change from the setting sun and calm waves of the lake at home. My palms ached as I stood up and checked my body for any damage. Thankfully, whatever power that that brought me here was able to heal a lance through a chest.
That was when he heard the breathing.
The ragged breaths of someone who was dying.
My adrenaline kicked in, following the meager sound I came upon the source a young woman. The crimson liquid was staining the wooden floors, as the wounded gripped onto her life. It was a split second before I drew out my mana, the arte was simple but it would be enough to stitch the injuries. The cool waves of the element of water flowed into my target, the effects was already prevalent, the pained look on the woman's face subsided as the arte faded, her body which was once wracked with pain calmed to a steady tremble.
The woman however fell into unconsciousness after her treatment. Leaving me alone with many questions on my mind. I took her into my arms, laying her body across one of the many wooden benches before taking a seat myself.
I mulled over the implications of my sudden resurrection, my last memory was of my death yet here I am now. Checking over myself, I found that I was still in peak condition, other than the Dull pain of my catalyst transformation still scarring my face, my wounds from my last battle had all but disappeared.
Small groans suddenly broke the silence of the room. Hopefully this woman would have the answers I seek.
Who are you?
Where am I?
And why do I want to protect you?
XXXXX
Hello and welcome to my very first story... if you made this far.
Please PM or review if you wish to give any constructive criticism I welcome any type of help I can get!
Down below you will find Victor's stat sheet in style of the fate series.
XXXXX
Class: ?/Victor(No known class)
Master: Bazett Fraga McRemitz
True name: Ludger Wil Kresnik
Gender: Male
Height/Weight: 170cm/63kg
Alignment: True Neutral
Strength: C+
Endurance: A
Agility: A
Mana: D++
Luck: E
Noble Phantasm: ?
Class Abilities
⧫ Magic Resistance: E++
⧫ Independent Action: A+
Personal Skills
⧫ Chromatus: A+
Chromatus is a power used by members of the Kresnik clan in the world of Elympios and Rieze Maxia. It was granted /Cursed/ to the family by the Primordial Great Spirit Chronos when they forged the pact known as Origins Trial. Chromatus is the only know power know to be able to destroy Fractured Dimensions, those who abuse the Chromatus and give into to their selfish desires dissolve into a Catalyst, the core of a Fractured Dimension.
The Chromatus manifests itself as the form of a armor that encases the wielder boosting their fighting capabilities, mana manipulation, and overall power, in the case of Victor he also gains a new weapon The Lance of Kresnik when transformed. The downside however is the limited time one is able to stay in a Chromatus transformation.(At this time however Victor's Chromatus is damaged)
Noble Phantasm
The Lance of Kresnik
Rank: ?
Type: ?(Closest classification is of the Anti-World Noble Phantasm categories.)
Range: 1-99
Maximum Number of Targets: ?
(No known info as of yet will need to be updated accordingly)