Fate/ fake prophecy
-Note to readers:
This story is a rework of the original Fate/ fake prophecy that was uploaded as a test. If you have already read the original I would suggest rereading as elements of the rework will be significant in future chapters.
This fanfiction will be continuous and cover a wide range of aspects of the Fate universe, it will gradually get more and more intense so reader discretion is advised. I hope you read the entirety of it because I assure you it will be worth it. If my readers would like more description over my usual masses of dialog please tell me. The characters can be found on the Fate fanon Wikia for those of you who want more information. I will also be taking character and OC requests within this story so feel free to message me about it.
Fate/ fake prophecy follows after the Unlimited Blade Works scenario and is an alternate route to Fate/ hollow ataraxia with many elements of Fate/ Zero.
Prologue:
"Do you feel no shame at all? Do none of you care for a knight's honor? To crush the only wish in my heart..."
The Smokey haze swirls and distorts my dreams, again and again… the never ending cycle of nothingness yet I see it everyday, forever without conclusion, forever without hope.
"I won't forgive you... I won't forgive any of you for this!"
Again, the all too familiar smoke encircles me and grips my lungs but none can hear in this warped place. The warrior I fought, who betrayed me? Glimpses of what I think is my past life haunt me like a ravenous vulture and it won't leave me alone...
"Let my blood taint your dreams! Let the grail be cursed and bring disaster!"
The smoke never ends, forever and ever it goes. Forever cold and terrifying, the man in black who caused this all.
"When you get to the pits of hell, remember the rage of Diarmuid!"
A new light approaches, beckoning forwards so I reach out desperately and take its hand, I look up and behold- salvation at last!
I will have my revenge.
A new voice calls to me... my return is imminent. Prepare yourself, King of Knights, I have only just begun...
"Servant of the Throne of Heroes, heed my call. With the power of the sacred lands to the west, I open the bridge and give life as if it were my own. Come now, warrior of the spear and the sword, break through and return to life so that you may serve the ever lasting peace and quell the fury of the wicked, I call upon you: Knight of Fianna!"
I will have my revenge, King Arthur, I promise you that.
Chapter One: Girl and the Conqueror
Suffolk, England.
"Milord! We have done it, we have completed the seal!" The young mage announced excitedly as he burst into the Duke's study; his glasses almost fell off in the process, "the ritual can begin!"
The Duke stood up at once, "show me", he said sternly; his eyes level and without emotion. The young mage regained his composure and stood up straight for the Duke to pass by. "How did you get it to work, Alastair?"
"The catalyst finally arrived from Egypt, milord. It was a challenge to sync it with your family crest but we managed it at last. The pentagram and seal has been drawn and the others are ready to proceed", the young man, Alastair explained in a flurry of words.
"Good", The Duke said bluntly then passed through the door and turned down the hallway on the third floor of his mansion. He wore a navy waistcoat with matching trousers which complimented his greying hair. He appeared to be in his forties but he could have been either so much younger or older, his visage was an enigma to say the least. "We begin the summon immediately, the war has already been initiated if those reports from America are to be believed".
"Of course, milord. You will have your prize", Alastair replied although his excessive excitement was still evident. "If I may ask, what is that you intend to use this servant for? The true Grail War passed just last year and the other servants that follow this 'false' initiation are merely products of a full grail summon".
The Duke turned his head slightly so that the young mage could just see the corner of his eye. "In good time, Alastair, for now do as I say and trust me for you shall be rewarded".
"Yes, milord, of course", Alastair replied and bowed his head.
The Duke reached the lower levels of the mansion and entered the summoning room where a large sigil had been drawn into the floor with blood. In the center atop the sigil was an unassuming pile of sand.
"What is the meaning of this? This is no catalyst!" The Duke exclaimed in a raised tone. One of the mages present stepped forwards to explain.
"It is indeed a catalyst, milord. This is sand taken from the mouth of the Nile and the pinnacle of each pyramid ground to dust, it's form is infused with the divine essence of life and death, it is most suitable".
"I will be the judge of that", the Duke replied sternly and bent down to examine the 'catalyst'. "You are sure that it can give us the correct servant? This familiar has only once been summoned in the entirety of history for no one other than the Egyptians have possessed the correct method to do so, if we pull this off, we will have the greatest servant to have ever been summoned!"
"Of course, milord. We shall not fail this time. We must summon him at once if we are to get ahead of the competition, two servants have already been summoned: one in America and one here in England. The other competitors have heeded the False Grail's summons and are prepared to fight for it even though its power is less potent. Despite this, it is still enough to convince them that it is worth the risk. This only benefits us for we require the equivalent of the true Holy Grail War in order to permanently anchor this spirit to our world forever", the mage explained then gestured to the other two mages to get ready.
"Hmm, very good. We shall proceed immediately. Alastair, my cane!" the Duke said and held his arm out to the side to receive his weapon.
"Here it is, milord", Alastair replied and handed him the bladed cane. "It's been serviced and its power recharged".
"Stand back, all of you. Regulate my magic circuits and stop them from overloading if something goes wrong, I have one chance at doing this correctly. We must summon the Caster", the Duke said then took a pocket book from the table nearby; he opened it to the correct page and examined the hieroglyphs. He held out his cane and the summoning ritual sigil glowed into life. He read:
"Heed thee, Lord of the Sands and of Death, heed thy summons, now! I swear upon the dust of time itself to strive for glory and for conquest; to bring the great enemy close to your undying and unyielding grasp. Let thy might and power flow through to the other side of the mirror of life and drag you through to this plain of existence. Defy the Divine Goblet's hold and break free, I call upon you: Egyptian Lord of the Dead!"
The world shook and shuddered; the old mansion creaked under the immense magical energy flowing through the sigil. The room was thrown into darkness as the candles were snuffed and the biting cold followed, the pentagram burst forth light and the catalyst melted away and from the molten puddle came a clawed hand; reaching out at them. A bloodcurdling roar followed as the lava like substance expanded, the monster dragged itself out and reared to full height then all but the Duke fled in terror. He pried his eyes away from the formation of shadow to a searing pain in his right hand, the command seals burned their way into existence and carved through his flesh, he dropped his cane and the book and held out his hand.
"This is my only chance now, under normal circumstances a servant would already be under my command, but this is a special case. Heed thee, Servant of Death himself, quell thine fury and submit to my power!"
The command seal glowed into life and constrained the beast before him as it wreathed in shadow and bloody light; it roared once more then finally the world returned to peace as its anger subsided. The beast looked down upon the Duke with glowing golden eyes and snorted, its jackal like head was smooth and lustrous and it was adorned with golden plates of armor across its human like body and wolf-like legs. Alastair peeped around the stairwell to see if it had been a success, it had.
"We've done it, Alastair, victory is assured!" the Duke declared and threw his arms wide. "We've already won".
The beast slowly walked towards the Duke and growled under its breath, "I am the Bane of the Undead, the Keeper of Souls and a Lord of the Sands, heed my might and behold, for I am both death and its master". It looked down upon the awestruck man and its golden eyes flickered in the returning candle light, "now... who are you?"
Que intro: Kalafina- One Light
The Tohsaka Residence, Fuyuki City
"How are you feeling, Lancer? You seem a bit disorientated", Rin Tohsaka asked her Servant. Her usual pigtails were down today and she wasn't even dressed for the occasion yet.
"I... I feel, irritable, harrowed even", Diarmuid O'Dyna replied then looked up at his new Master and his curse of the love spot quickly took hold, she promptly blushed bright red and looked away.
"Are your mana levels stable? Did I perform the summoning correctly?" Rin asked then looked over at the catalyst: a tiny vial of blood, taken from the ground where the man last fell many years ago.
"It's not that, perhaps I just need to adjust..." Diarmuid replied then stood up from the circle drawn onto the floor of Rin's study, he took an uncertain step but caught his bearings soon enough. "You are the girl that has summoned me, correct?"
"Yes", Rin nodded, "my name is Rin Tohsaka and I will be your Master", she explained then held out her hand to shake, Diarmuid hesitated but shook it anyway.
"My name is Diarmuid O'Dyna, the Knight of Fianna. It is pleasure to be at your service, Master", he replied then looked around the room.
"Do you understand what you're here for?" Rin asked then began to clear away the summoning tools.
"To a degree. I am here to fight on your behalf in the Holy Grail War, I also know some information about this present world".
"First of all: this war is not the true Grail War, it's a fake but that doesn't mean I don't want you to try your best. Secondly, I should inform you that you've been summoned before, over ten years ago, unfortunately you won't remember anything from it", Rin explained.
Diarmuid frowned then thought for a moment, "actually, I feel more familiar with this world than I should, something in my mind tells me I have in fact been here before, Master".
Rin was surprised at the statement but let it pass, "perhaps this False Grail has caused an anomaly in the summoning process, you shouldn't have any recollection of your previous summoning".
"I... don't, but my Eye of the Mind tells me otherwise".
Rin waved her hand dismissively, "well, that's in the past. Come upstairs and I'll give you a tour and explain a bit more, then we need to get started and stop this war".
"Stop the war, Master?" Diarmuid asked as he followed his fairly short Master up the stairs and into the living room.
"Yeah, stop it. The Mage's Association wanted me to compete since I've done this before. This war is a fake and therefore illegal under magi law, I'm gonna end it before the guy who started it wins".
"Isn't the Grail worth winning though, Master?"
"Ha! Not if it's like the last one, that one wasn't exactly a Grail, more like a lot of random limbs and gross stuff and the one before that one was a disaster", Rin explained then went to the kitchen to make some tea, Diarmuid waited by the door frame.
Let the grail be cursed and bring disaster!
"Huh, Lancer? Is something the matter?" Rin asked as Diarmuid placed a hand on his head and winced.
"I'm fine, Master. Maybe a glitch in the Grail system, that's all", Diarmuid lied.
"Well, tell me if anything's bothering you and I'll fix it", Rin replied then poured out two cups of tea, the command spells on her right hand glowed gently. "Do you take sugar?"
"Sugar?"
"Yes, sugar".
Diarmuid scanned through the knowledge that the Grail had given him before the summoning then found what sugar was, "no, no thank you".
"Brave man, drinking tea without sugar", Rin smirked then handed him the beverage. "Come, sit with me and I'll explain some more, we have a lot to do. We also have a plane to London to catch in the morning".
Diarmuid took a seat in one of the ornate chairs by the coffee table and looked around some more, he spied some photo frames; one with a young Rin and her parents and another with a red haired boy and a blonde girl who seemed all too familiar to him, a strange anger built up inside himself but he shook his head and dispelled it. "Please, tell me more".
"Of course, are you sitting comfortably?" Rin smiled and took a sip of her tea, "now where do we begin?"
Abbey of Saint-Étienne, Normandy.
"Bloody Church, why did they have to stop me from getting that relic from Glastonbury?" Cecilia huffed as she approached the Abbey under the cover of night. She brushed her short brown fringe to the side then readjusted her shirt collar. "No matter, I'll simply get another Saber class servant to replace King Arthur".
Cecilia looked around to check for any security but there was none present, not even mundane cameras. She pointed her open palm at the great front doors of the ancient building and chanted something under her breath; a pulse raced out and knocked the doors from their hinges. "Easy enough", she remarked and entered the Abbey. She clicked her fingers and summoned a flame to guide her with light through the darkness. Cecilia ignored everything around her for she knew what she was looking for: a stone slab in the floor.
"Hic Sepultus Est Invictissimus... here lies the invincible... yep, that's him alright", Cecilia read the tombstone under the dim light then held out her right hand to blast the stone away, before she did however she took a moment to look at the command seal etched into the back of it. "This better be worth it or I'm in deep shit with the Clocktower... I'm gonna get kicked out for sure".
The stone was blown to bits in a flash to reveal a rectangular grave pit and within it lay a single bone; a femur. "That's the catalyst found, now the summoning ritual", Cecilia murmured as the bone flew into her grip after a casual gesture with her hand. "This war is already going well".
"What time do you call this?" Cecilia's mother snapped as she trudged in through the front door the next day.
"Seven", Cecilia replied and made her way to her room upstairs; she hauled her suitcase along with some effort.
"Don't be smart, Cecilia. You missed your lectures today and the school phoned home to find out where you were, needless to say neither I nor your father are happy".
"I was in Normandy, and it's not school, mum, it's the Clocktower", Cecilia barked back and reached the landing.
"Oh, don't go on about that magic business, you're delusional like always".
"Dad believes me", Cecelia replied and disappeared from sight. She burst into her cluttered room and dumped her suitcase in the corner then flumped on the bed. She yawned and stretched her arms then sat back upright. "I need to start or I'll miss the deadline", she said then looked over to the pentagram that she had drawn on her bedroom floor with red ink before she left. "I'm glad no one entered my room while I was gone or mum would throw a fit".
Cecelia stood up then went to her suitcase; she unzipped the side and took out the bone that she had acquired then also took out a book as well. "This copy of the Domesday Book should be a good back up catalyst", she said then placed the bone in the middle of the circle.
"Alright, let's do this!" Cecilia exclaimed and punched the air.
"Keep it down up there!"
"Sorry!" Cecilia replied then turned her attention back to the sigil and opened the copy of the Domesday Book. "I'm gonna summon the Saber class servant, the strongest of them all".
"Milord, the other mages and myself have expressed our concern over the summoning. We believe this servant to be beyond control; its skill parameters are off the charts, it's of the Caster class yet it has A grades in strength and endurance, this being is beyond anything this world has to offer it. My greatest fear is that it will not fully submit to your will", the head mage explained as the Duke sat in his study with his fingers laced together.
"You doubt me?" The Duke asked and raised a concerned eyebrow.
"Unfortunately we all do, milord", the mage said truthfully, "this can only end in disaster. Not even Gilgamesh would be this much of a potential threat to us, that's even if he was our enemy".
"Then would you have me demonstrate my power? Tomorrow night we shall issue a challenge to the other masters, then you will see what can be done with this servant".
"I understand, milord. Unfortunately your aide, Alastair, has fled out of concern for his own life, I think it wise to stop him from getting too far out of reach if you are to maintain the advantage. While his fear is not unfounded, he is a liability".
"I see. Very well, we shall dispatch him before the day is out", he replied and sat back in his chair, "see to it that Caster is orientated and understands everything that's going on".
"Of course, Duke Hargrave".
"Hey, my name's Will".
Cecilia stared at the person before her, her jaw agape. "W-who the hell are you supposed to be?" She exclaimed with irritation.
"I just said, my name's Will", the man replied then crossed his arms. He stood perhaps six feet tall and wore a simple shirt and leggings, his facial hair was well trimmed but the dark hair on his head had a wild edge to it. "You summoned me, correct?"
"Y-yes", Cecilia stuttered.
"Good, the pact is made. I am your Servant then".
Cecilia looked at the Domesday Book in her hands then held it up to the man named Will. "You better be who I think you are or this was all for nothing".
"Oh, I see you have a copy of my book, not that it's a good read or anything", Will replied then looked around at the messy room. "Is this what the future looks like then?"
"First things first: you are William of Normandy, yes?" Cecilia asked impatiently and ignored his question.
"The Conqueror himself", he replied with a grin, a glint of light reflected off of his pure white teeth like in a comedy show or something. He stepped forwards to shake her hand and his foot crunched on something. He lifted his boot to find the catalyst snapped in two, "good lord, I just broke my leg!"
"You're a riot. Anyway, my name's Cecilia Mason and I'm your Master. Just to be sure, you are the Saber, right?"
"Indeed", Will replied. "Before we start, why is it that you summoned me specifically? You seem rather opposed to me".
"I wanted King Arthur but I got kicked out of Glastonbury, you were the next closest thing I could get", Cecilia casually explained.
Will raised an eyebrow, "very well. I was king of England for a time by the way, Arthur's England no less".
"I know that", Cecilia snapped. "I'm just pissed off that I didn't get what I wanted".
"Feisty".
"Don't talk back to me!" Cecilia shouted and held out her command seals.
"Hey, easy on there!" Will said and raised his hands in defense. "I mean no insult so long as you pay me the same respect".
"A familiar should know his place then".
"Ouch".
"So do as I say or I'll use one on you".
"I think you're overreacting, sit down and eat some chocolate or something", Will suggested with a simple gesture. The command seals began to glow as did Cecilia's rage. "Okay-okay, just stop taking your anger out on me!"
"Cecilia, who are you talking too?" Cecilia's mother called up the stairs.
"No one, mum, just the TV!" Cecilia called back then returned her attention to Saber.
"So you're a mage then?" Will asked.
"Yes, I'm a student at the Clocktower of London. Just so you know: you're here to help me win the Holy Grail, okay? No messing around and no slacking".
Will cocked his head, "I think you have the wrong impression of me, Master. My only purpose here is to secure your victory. I am well aware of the rules and regulations put into place by the mediators".
"There are no mediators for this war, it's a fake but that doesn't change the fact there's a Grail at the end of it", Cecilia explained then sat back on her bed.
"You mean to say this isn't Fuyuki City?"
"No, this is London. Everything is the same except the Church isn't in control here".
Will considered it for a moment, "I see. So what is your plan of action, Master?"
"We'll need to find our first opponent but I don't know if they've all been summoned yet. I sent a familiar out to search and all I know is that there's been another servant summoned in England, somewhere to the north east of London".
"When do we begin?"
"Tomorrow, I'm exhausted right now. Make yourself at home but no leaving this room. If you see someone else then dematerialize", Cecilia explained then crossed the room to unpack her suitcase.
An hour later, Cecilia walked back into her room with her pajamas on after taking a shower to find Will lying on the bed with the TV switched on.
"What the hell are you doing?" Cecilia snapped.
"You said make yourself at home", Will replied and turned to her. He raised the volume on the remote for Cecilia to hear. "I found something".
The news channel was broadcasting live footage from a scene in northern London, the headline advised viewer discretion: "At eight fifteen this evening, police were called to reports of a carnivorous animal that is believed to have escaped from London Zoo. There appears to have been three victims of this incident however no one is sure exactly who or what is responsible for the killings..."
"So what? A tiger got out or something", Cecilia responded after watching the report.
"Tigers tend to leave the bones behind", Will replied.
"W-what do you mean?"
"I mean there was nothing left of them except their clothes and some blood, you missed the earlier report".
"What the hell?" Cecilia exclaimed then looked closer at the TV but the report had already concluded. She turned to her desk and opened her laptop to check the news website. "You think it might have been a Servant then? Already?"
"I know it was, I can see traces of mana".
"Through the TV?"
"Yes".
"What kind of Servant do you think did it? There's no actual rules in this Grail War so it doesn't surprise me that there's already been an overt event".
"Berserker no doubt, you only have to look at the context of the killings however who or what this Berserker is, is another question. We're likely looking at a cannibal considering only the clothes were left behind".
Cecilia closed the news website tab then searched for 'notable cannibals from history'. "I can't really find anyone who could be considered a Heroic Spirit, wait... there's Hannibal Barca".
"You've been watching too much TV, he wasn't a cannibal just because his name rhymes", Will replied then switched the channel. "He'd be thoroughly insulted if you said that".
"So maybe this Servant isn't a cannibal?" Cecilia suggested and turned back to Will. "Maybe they're just sadistic?"
"No, I'm betting that it's a cannibal. My luck is ranked A and something says I'm right, so I know I'm right".
"Don't be too sure, there's nothing that indicates that it's a cannibal at all other than the lack of bodies", Cecilia replied then folded her arms.
"Then perhaps we should go and search for Berserker ourselves, we can always retreat if we can't handle what we find", Will suggested.
"Good idea. I'll set my alarm for six so we can avoid the crowds tomorrow".
"Very well then", Will replied and returned to watching TV.
"I need to sleep".
"So sleep then".
"That's my bed".
"But you said..." Will was cut off as Cecilia raised her command seals, "fine, it's your bed".
"Good boy".
"There's not much to go by to be honest", Will said as he traced his fingers across the ground where one of the people had been killed; the scene had been utterly scrubbed clean of evidence and neither was there any police presence, clearly someone didn't want anyone to know.
"I think that this was merely a display of power, but whoever did this has obviously kept the police away or at least only let them close briefly to clear up the scene, there's no tape or cordons anywhere", Cecilia explained as she looked around. "I hear someone coming".
Will dematerialized in an instant. A man walked by the secluded parking lot and Cecilia watched him go but he stopped and turned to them, his incredible black hair stood spiked and from the distance she was at Cecilia could see a single lock of hair across his face. He wore a black waistcoat with matching trousers and a green formal shirt in contrast. He tugged at the rim of his black chauffeur gloves then gestured to Cecilia, "I assume you two are also investigating this incident".
"Shit, he's a Servant!" Will swore then rematerialized in his full panoply of war. His chainmail armor and steel nasal helm shone in the early morning sun. He drew his sword then held it at the ready towards the newcomer.
"Easy on there, don't be so edgy", the man said and held up a hand to calm them. "I have no intention of fighting you just yet, I was sent to investigate last night's murders after all. Seeing as we both have a common goal, why don't we collaborate?"
"Master, your thoughts?" Will said without breaking eye contact with the man. The newcomer walked forwards and Cecilia could now make out his features; her heart raced at the sight and she was drawn to him like a siren song but she snapped out of it when Will stepped between them.
"Huh?" Cecilia said with a frown then snapped to. "S-sorry I don't know what happened just then".
"A course of action, Master?"
Cecilia analyzed the man closer but kept her eyes away from his face out of caution, she had no idea as to why she had become momentarily transfixed. "He's already seen us so we kill him", she declared then held out her hand ready to strike from afar.
"That would be a mistake", the man said and folded his arms. "If you take up arms against me now you are surely doomed for you do not fully comprehend the situation you're in".
"What do you mean? Which Servant are you?" Will asked and kept his sword high, out of uncertainty he materialized a shield in his other hand.
"Well, it would be unfair to not state my name considering how foolishly you gave away yours, William of Normandy", the man said and Cecilia suddenly became nervous; she turned her head and realized that Will's crest was borne upon his shield.
"Clever man", Will murmured under his breath, "forcing me on the defensive just with words".
"Well then, who are you?" Cecilia called out after steeling her nerves. She made eye contact again but its effect seemed diminished.
"You are quite obviously ready to fight me therefore I will not deny you a duel", the man said and a pulse of light exploded out and his appearance changed in an instant. His green jumpsuit and matching armor was a stark contrast to his spears. "I am Diarmuid O'Dyna, First of the Knights of Fianna!"
"This is bad, I wasn't counting on fighting this particular hero", Will said.
"You should be ready to fight anyone!" Cecilia shouted back and Diarmuid chuckled.
"I wish for a clean duel, let us both fight in earnest and with honor!" Diarmuid declared then spun his duel spears like rotor blades and set them straight on Will.
"Very well then, on guard!" Will replied and charged towards the Lancer. His first strike was met by the red lance then a swift swipe from the gold one forced him to block it with his shield. The Lancer spun around then kicked to the side but Will responded with a spin of his own which forced Diarmuid to come at another angle. He slashed down with his sword and the red spear clashed again then the gold spear whipped across his face giving him microseconds to step back to dodge it, the blade sheared the tips of his fringe off as he back flipped to reset the fighters' stances.
"You're good", Diarmuid commented, "I expected less from a lower grade Saber".
"Don't let my stats fool you, Lancer, I am more than a match for you", Will replied then prepared to strike again. Diarmuid thrust both his lances forwards but at split angles forcing Will to readjust his strike but the red spear clipped his arm and cut a gash in his flesh; he hissed but remained fighting, he forced the Lancer back with a powerful bash from his shield.
"Maybe not, we will see no doubt", Diarmuid exclaimed then went for another strike but froze suddenly.
"Berserker... kill them!" A booming voice called out from an unknown location. Cecilia looked up to see a massive form leap down from the roof of the building beside the empty car park; Will grabbed her and both he and Diarmuid leaped away to avoid the newcomer. "I see my trap has been sprung, but I didn't expect two mice to fall for the bait".
The beast reared up and spewed a bloodcurdling roar. It's form was roughly human but with a skeletal stag like head and standing over three meters tall. It snorted and huffed then its ravenous eyes set on Cecilia.
"B-berserker", Cecilia stuttered and backed away but both Will and Diarmuid stepped between them.
"This was our duel, how dare you interrupt it for such a petty reason, Master of Berserker!" Diarmuid exclaimed then pointed his spears at the beast. He kept focused on Berserker but listened out for the whereabouts of its Master.
"Your ideals matter not", the Master stated in a powerful American accent. "You are here because I led you here, now you shall pay the price for your mistake". Berserker leaped towards them and Will reacted by blocking the first swipe of its massively elongated arms with his shield. Diarmuid jumped to the side to strike and he drove both spears directly into the under arm of the beast; it snorted then turned its attention to Lancer. It backhanded Will away with one clawed hand and shook the spears out of its body, Diarmuid reclaimed his weapons then slashed across with the red spear to tear open its flesh yet nothing fazed it. It swiped at him and he narrowly hit the ground to avoid its crushing claws.
"What the hell is this?" Diarmuid cursed then spun and deflected another strike with the gold spear.
"Lancer, it's healing too fast!" Cecilia shouted as Will sent an uppercut that should have sliced the arm off the beast. "If only we knew what this thing is then we could formulate a proper plan!" she said and fired a bolt of kinetic energy at it which barely helped.
"Master of Berserker, we will declare our names if you respond in kind", Will said and reflected a hammer fist with all of his strength behind his shield.
"I already know your names, William the Conqueror and Diarmuid O'Dyna. I'll tell you who my servant is if you give me your name, girl", the unknown Master declared.
"Don't give him your name!" Will shouted back to Cecilia, "we'll find another way".
"I know how to drive him back for now", Diarmuid said and forced Berserker away. Will took over to give Lancer time; he raised the gold spear and its purple bindings began to burn away to reveal its shining handle.
"That's his Noble Phantasm?!" Cecilia gasped.
"Awaken: Gae Buidhe!" Diarmuid declared then thrust the point into the chest of Berserker and it screeched in pain and fury. He wrenched it out and a burst of blood followed and splattered the ground, Berserker howled and thrashed around but the wound did not close up and heal.
"Recall, Berserker!" The Master commanded and the beast turned and leaped up the side of the building to escape, spreading blood up the wall. Cecilia watched it retreat as Diarmuid walked up to Will to shake his hand.
"Good fight, it is a shame that we were interrupted", Diarmuid said, resolute.
"And to you", Will replied and shook his hand in return. "What did you do to it?"
"My golden spear causes wounds that can not be healed, that beast's healing was the only thing stopping us from beating it", Diarmuid explained then turned his attention to Cecilia. "This may seem abrupt but I think it's best if we work together until Berserker is defeated, of course I also wish to finish our duel".
"As do I. Master, what do you think?" Will asked.
Cecilia considered the possibilities and put a hand to her chin, "alright, but only if your Master and I can get along alright, after all its their choice too. Once we defeat Berserker then we'll return to being enemies".
"So how do we find out who or what Berserker is?" Will asked them both.
"That's relatively simple, since Berserker is clearly not human he won't be a hero from the past or anything so we simply look at monsters instead. Nothing says that a mythological beast can't be a servant", Cecilia explained.
"That's true, the Master had what appeared to be an American accent so I suggest we start there", Diarmuid said.
"But what do we use to find it?"
"The internet of course!" A new voice called out from behind them and Diarmuid turned his head to his Master. "My name's Rin, Rin Tohsaka".
Thanks for reading the first revised chapter of Fate/ fake prophecy. Please leave a review, any criticisms good or bad are appreciated and I intend to make this story as good as possible. Follows are also greatly appreciated as it gives me an idea as to how many people actually like my story, of course you can favorite as well if you really enjoyed it. I really hope this story kicks off as it means more chapters more often and even better quality of writing! For those of you who want more in depth detail of this route of Fate, you can check out the Fate fanon Wikia which I will be constantly updating with new Servant and Master profiles and more.
Message me if you have any questions or wish to request specific characters to be included, this also includes OCs. As you may have guessed, one of the main themes of this story is Diarmuid's past and how it haunts him so definitely stick around to find out how he deals with the man that caused it all and the Knight he thought betrayed him, although he's dead that doesn't mean it's the end of Kiritsugu's story either... 'foreshadowing intensifies'
Anyway, you're in for one hell of a ride so enjoy!