Prologue:
The darkness of the night covered everything where it manifests, the lamps of the poles placed in the streets, lights in each residence, the headlights of the vehicles that circulate, lanterns, the same moon and the lights of the stars, It can be seen and distinguish much of what the sun left to illuminate when they withdraw from place to the darkness of the cold night. The cold though white snow covering the cold forests of some point in Europe... can not be said exactly. Inside the snowy forest was carrying out an unusual ritual, red marks made a base of the blood of the lives that belong to the corpses of the victims used for this ritual.
The culprit of the crime had achieved the necessary and the respective preparations. The moonlight illuminated that place. Feeling the success approached more and more, it was much isolated from civilization, safe for more than a week since the last time he came to enjoy a bath, dirty and ragged clothes were matched with his dirty hair but the stench that came off was covered by the humidity of the cold environment and his desperate look to know will soon be found.
A sense of immediate fear in the trembling, his spine made him shiver, his spine indicating he was in danger. The appearance of a dark figure manifesting from the shadows let him know he had finally been found ... they came to execute him more so he was satisfied reflecting it in his maniacal look at seeing the figure of dark clothes with his head and hands covered by bandages that looked old and worn, all accompanied by a top hat that had a black feather in the ribbon of the base of the hat: Vindice.
The figure was someone of short stature, it could be said around 152cm if compared to the rest of the feared jailers who enforce the Laws of the Mafia ... this jailer was thinner and shorter in comparison to the others, but contrary to The belief this was to be feared because it meant only one thing: sentence of death. The figure that seemed to be the naked eye of a child who should be around the age of fourteen is the executor, the most effective killer Vindice with a high record of executions. By his own account he has killed and slaughtered famiglies of the Underworld without leaving survivors, be the moment in which Vindice has determined the guilt and measure to take being this last the eradication, the killer will take care of the objectives always with the failure how something impossible... however there was something curious about the killer and it was because he committed the crimes that led him to be persecuted and provoke himself the death sentence ... the executor was alive.
"Renard Turner, you've been found guilty of murdering innocents, breaking Omerta, betraying your boss and family. Your sentence: death" the voice thick though soft, cold, firm and velvety, caused a shiver. He had to bite hard on his lips until he had to bleed everything to hide his smile to fall on his knees on the cold snow in sign of submission showing understanding was futile even the attempt to flee to know Vindice has dictated his fate. He found curious the action of the criminal, one more to the list of deaths that has caused. As far as he can see this man has come to the last, tired, weak who has chosen to face his punishment without any resistance.
"resigned to your destiny, I see" frankly it was better this way, it facilitated his work. So he started to move forward until something happened and it was the unexpected. He felt a shock in his system, a force stopping him in turn its vital energy began to be altered forcing it to fall of knees seeing a different, supernatural light that indicated the answer to him.
"Magecraft" names surprised seeing soon snakes radiating green energy leave the mark on the ground that had not expected or seen having been hidden under the snow and said snakes wrapped around slowing his mobility.
"that is, although it is incredible Vindice knows about Magecraft and consequently about Magus. From the beginning it's been my goal to do Vindice will assign you, your most deadly murderer" he says as he stands up with a sick smile.
"there is a rumor that says members belonging to Vindice are living corpses, rumor that a few months ago has been mentioned in the world of the Mafia after its battle before Vongola that formed alliance with Simon, Gesso, Giglio Nero and the Arcobaleno" indicates Turner advancing four steps and seeing the sky.
"even so Vindice won and the key to your victory is you. You who are the only member of Vindice really alive" is surprised even though the bandages that cover his head prevent his reactions and expressions from being known.
"surprised?, Carcassa famiglia was very cooperative with my famiglia in terms of information with a fair payment through. Between it Reborn, the arcbaleno of the sun said to have realized that you who obtained the victory for you were different from the rest ... you were alive" it exposes the criminal to the killer who tries to free itself. The Vindice observes a dead gray dove is placed on the snow.
"I take a lot of time, but I manage to prepare this trap, after all I need Prana to invoke a Servant and using you as source I will bring the strongest of all" now understand, was something done with the intention of catching him to use his Prana to summon something- he chose it because the rest of Vindice, including Bermuda, are incapable of possessing prana as living corpses and relying on the Flames of the Night to live unlike him. His analysis is cut off when he sees him stretch his hand forward. He tries to free himself but is weak, to think that the aftermath after the Battle of the representatives would maintain such weakness in his being.
"I ordered it, come to me" you see soon part of the ground is illuminated in a red light revealing to be a circle with a language, runes and other element that conclude were of invocation and that is when he feel his Prana begins to be drained against his will and seeks a way to be free.
"I will create your body" the wind moves lightly waving the rags and clothes of both.
"Your sword will control my destiny" although he was using Vindice as the source of prana, Renard can feel Prana losing him, making him sweat a little but smiling.
"following the rules of the Great Holy Grail, respond if you accept my will and my reason" the mention of the Grail causes the bandaged face killer to be startled at the mention of a famous artifact and stories written in history.
"I swear here, that I will be all good in the eternal world- he says with a voice and a mocking smile.
"I will expose all the evil of the eternal world" see as something like shadows begin to cover the snakes that bind the Vindice.
"for the seven heavens that receive three powerful words, come to me from the circle of balance" looks desperate with a smile of triumph when he sees the jailer destroy the snakes, even so it's late.
"protector of balance!" shouts stretching his hand forward causing the red glow to manifest with great force as if it were a burst and in the unexpected gust a top hat and bandages fly flying in the air. A smokescreen similar to steam is shown preventing something can be seen. Turner observes as the vision is clarified revealing there are two dark figures.
The fall of the hat and the fall of bands make him look to where he remembered to see the human punisher to be shocked to see a boy with messy hair, opaque white that reminded him of a bird's nest, fair skin and colored eyes between yellow and orange.
"a child?" questions incredulously about the fact that the best murderer, the one who specializes in murdering and massacring famiglias of the Mafia is a child, but immediately recognizes the boy or in part his resemblance to someone.
"Who would say? The heiress has a brother, a monster capable of killing so many, this explains so much" he says ecstatically but involuntarily recoils before the cold look on that expressionless face, those sharp eyes.
"it does not matter, you have already fulfilled your function" the mist diminishes revealing the appearance of the called Servant that a disturbed Turner has invoked and is when it feels a burning in the chest. He understands nothing until he coughs blood and his gaze goes to his own chest. On his knees he falls down to see a hole with burns.
"It's not ..." he says incredulously, looking forward to the Servant he has summoned, feeling too weak to look up and see the face of the one who betrayed him. He coughs blood again, feeling his vision cloud and unable to say something when he feels he is drowning in his own blood. He directs his gaze to the back of his right hand, seeing a kind of black mark in the shape of a three-leafed disc. When he looks at this mark he remembers this is the reason why he betrayed his family, by which he ended up condemning himself, his plan, his desire to participate in the war for the Great Holy Grail that would grant his wishes. The war still does not begin and has found the death at the hands of its own Servant and with that the failure.
He sees the expression on Renard Turner's face, in his death reflecting his despair as his life was extinguished. Anticipating the destiny of his target to kill, he turns to look at what Renard called Servant. A woman of striking beauty, a midnight-black dress somewhat extravagant yet elegant with the part of her neck held high as if it were an ornament made of black feathers, the dress in gold, white and red, matching with black sleeves separated from the dress, eyes one color between opaque and gray, long black hair, black stiletto boots and among the highlights were her pointed ears, they remembered the elves of those stories of creatures where the fairies and guardians of the sacred forests live ... yet a sensation that instantly recognizes as a decadent atmosphere and despite being captivated by its beauty does not lower its guard to the knowledge was not human.
He reaches out to hear Turner's lamentable moans that succumb to the fatal wound. Seconds later he feels a pain in his right hand that makes him grit his teeth, it was as if something burned the back of his hand to red hot and reflex begins to remove the bands that cover his right hand finding a strange black mark shining Of a red energy that recognizes as pure prana until finally the brightness goes off, noticing that mark has a strange form similar to clock hands.
"Then, I suppose you are my Master" he hears her, returning his gaze to her. She notices she is dangerous, although she can also see in her right hand flashes of energy, electric sparks of malicious energy ... the malicious smile showed that woman was amused by the situation. Even acknowledging she was not human, she could not deny she was beautiful, dangerous and intriguing.
this is my first history... please, don't killing me