Legends. Myths. Stories.
Throughout the long years of history, many tales of great heroes and their epics, tragedies, and adventures had been weaved. Some were remembered from the lips of poets and bards. Others were remembered on the pages of books, novels, and short stories. The rest became forever remembered in the annals of history, forever retold, even to the present day.
However, for every hero, there is a villain.
For the story of Jeanne D'arc, the Maiden of Orleans, there was Gilles de Rais, the infamous "Bluebeard". For the story of Arthur Pendragon, the King of Camelot, there was Mordred Le Flay, the traitorous knight. For the story of Perseus, the hero of the Greek epic, there was Medusa, the terrifying Gorgon.
As the years pass, history warps, as it passes through the lips of one, and out through the ears of another. Details begin to twist and muddle, before the story becomes changed. Yet, always, there is one piece of truth left behind, as the reminder that such a tale rings true.
Dear reader, one who has traversed the walls of reality, listen carefully, for the story I shall weave for you is one that brings forth a conflict that has transpired throughout the years.
My name is Kischur Zelretch Schweinorg...but you may call me Zelretch. Zel, if you prefer.
Now, where was I...ah, yes.
As the years progressed, the era of the gods waned. Their power weakened, and their faith, all but shriveled up. Eventually, the age was brought to an end, and so came the prosperous age. Some argue that this age's downfall began with the death of King Solomon, the greatest mage in the world. As with the passage of time, so too has the age of magic. What was once the greatest arts would soon begin to fade. However, not all knowledge was lost. Eventually, what was once lost practice became salvaged, defined as "magecraft." However, it was a poor substitution for the true arts.
Those who practiced the lost arts were known as Magicians, or Sorcerers of the highest order. To this day, only five True Magics are known, and yet, only two have ever come to be grasped in the hands of men: the Blue Magic, and the Second Magic...the latter of which I wield. It is the power to traverse other dimensions.
It is rather fun at times, yet also heavily boring, depending on where you go.
The Blue Magic, or the Fifth Magic, was the power to traverse time, yet even I know little of it. However, there was, at one point in time, when another of the Five Magics, the Third Magic, was once in the hands of man. This was the Third Magic...the Heaven's Feel, the "Cup of Heaven." Considered to be the greatest of the magics, it was once held by the Einzbern Family. Sadly, it's power was lost to them.
That being said...the power of the Heaven's Feel had brought forth the greatest event that has ever been brought forth into the world. It is a battle royal, where fourteen individuals battle for the ultimate prize.
Seven masters, each armed with a Servant; a hero resurrected by the power of the Heaven's Feel!
The Saber; a master of the blade!
The Lancer; a spearman of unparalleled skill!
The Archer; a bowman with unmatched marksmanship!
The Rider; stalwart and ever ready to charge unto the battlefield!
The Caster; master magician and wielder of the arcane arts!
The Berserker; powerful and overcome with rage, unleashed to devastate their foes!
The Assassin; those who hide in the shadows, ready to strike and end their target swiftly!
Heroes from across time, from across worlds, brought back to life as spirits, battle in this great war, and obtain the ultimate prize: to have one single omnipotent wish. Five wars have come and gone. Five wars for victory have been waged.
Five wars...with no victor.
And now, after so many years...the war begins again.
And it all starts with one boy...a boy destined for greatness.
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...is that really what you expected me to say? Oh, come now. You've stuck around this far, and I went to all of the trouble of making it so dramatic. Bah, youth these days...but, if your still reading this, then perhaps...you know who this boy is, yes?
Hmhmhm, of course you do. After all, who can forget such a colorful young man such as him?
Yes, our story begins...with the Red Dragon Emperor-
...pardon, the Oppai Dragon Emperor...Issei Hyoudou!
Fate/stay night:
Dragon of Dragons
First Night:
Saber
"Wake up! Wake up!" an irritated voice snapped at the sleeping boy, accompanied by the annoying sound of a bell ringing hazardly, aggravating him from his slumber. "If you don't wake up, I-I'll have to... K-kiss you!"
The noise was silenced as a hand was slammed onto the alarm. Blurry eyes slowly opened to take in their current surroundings.
"Mnrgh... h-huh... what...?"
A young boy emerged from the bed, the covers falling from his body. He blinked tiredly at his surroundings as he rubbed his eyes with one arm. Eventually, his sense of sight repaired itself. He was back in his room... his nice, comfy room, marred with anything and everything ecchi. "...Holy crap." Issei muttered as he yawned, a hand over his mouth. "What a crazy dream... note to self, don't stay up playing hentai games all night." He kicked off the covers, throwing them off to the side as he pulled himself out of bed, his bare feet touching the cold wood underneath him that made up the floor of his room. He wore a simple white shirt and blue short, which was basically his main sleep attire. He pulled himself out of bed, and unto his feet, cracking his neck. "I'm so sleepy," he murmured tiredly, rubbing one of his eyes. "Guess that's what I get for playing my games all night. I wonder why mom or dad didn't come up and tell me to stop?"
He gave an eventual shrug. They were probably already asleep, or didn't hear him, since out of courtesy, he kept the volume down. He began to strip out of his clothes, tossing them into the waste bin behind him, and began putting on new clothes. As today was Sunday, he didn't have school, so he was able to dress casually. His sleep attire was replaced with a simple white t-shirt and jeans, which were form fitting, but not too tight. As he did the usual routine of getting dressed and then brushing his teeth, and then, of course, the daily ritual of breakfast.
As he made his way downstairs, he could smell his mother's cooking. "Oh, Ise!" his father said once he arrived in the living room, holding a newspaper. "Good! I was just about to call you!"
"Eh?" the brunette blinked. "Why?"
"Well, first off, you don't have anything planned today, right?" Issei nodded. "You see, your grandmother is coming down to visit for the weekend, so I was hoping you could help me out with cleaning up the house?"
Issei cringed, feeling a familiar shudder run down is back at the mere mention of 'grandmother.' "S-seriously?" he stuttered. "What does the youkai want now?!"
"Ise-kun," his mother admonished as she came out from the kitchen, holding a tray with three plates of food. "It's rude to speak about your grandmother like that! After all, she's my mother."
"What else do you expect me to call a woman who looks old enough to be MY mother?!" he snapped. "There is no way she is as old as she claims to be!"
For as long as Issei could remember, he had vivid encounters with the so-called youkai that was his grandmother. She was well within her sixties, damn near in her seventies, yet the woman didn't look a day over thirty. That wasn't quite the reason why he was so damned terrified of her, or why she was coined with the title of youkai. The reason was mainly due to childhood trauma, namely of her teasing him! Seriously, every chance that damned woman got, she would toy around with him like he was some kind of puppy! Worse, some of the pranks she played on him were goddamn traumazing! 'The woman should be locked up in the nut house,' Issei thought darkly. Even still, it was odd. Why was his grandmother coming to visit? She doesn't usually do things without reason.
"He has a point," his father agreed. "Sometimes I think your more sisters than you are mother and daughter."
His mother giggled, placing a hand on her cheek. "Why, thank you~" she said cheerily. "It's not everyday a housewife gets praised for looking so young!"
'That wasn't what he/I as talking about and you know it!' Issei and his father wanted to say, but kept their mouths shut. "So, why is she coming over?" Issei asked, taking a spot at the table. "Is something going on?"
"She didn't say, really," his mother replied before taking her spot at the table as well, setting the plates down. "All she said was that she was coming down."
Issei sighed. "Well, there goes my peaceful weekend plans," he muttered, already biting into his breakfast. "This sucks..."
"I'd say it's a good thing," his father said gruffly. "I mean, seriously, Ise...why do you hang out with those two? They're what's stopping you from getting a girlfriend!" As if on cue, both he and his wife suddenly erupted into tears. "And what's stopping us from being grandparents!"
The brunette scowled. "Oh, for the love of-! You two are exaggerating! Also, what's wrong with being a pervert?! I'm sure you must have had lecherous thoughts about Kaa-chan all the time!"
"That's beside the point! Plus, she's my wife! Of course I'd have lecherous thoughts!"
"Then there is nothing wrong with me dreaming of having a harem!"
"And like I keep telling you, with your headspace, it's never gonna happen!"
As the father and son continued to bicker, Issei's mother sighed happily, digging into the fruits of her labor happily. "What a wonderful morning..."
"Eh?! You can't come over next weekend?!" Motohama said in surprise over the phone. "Why?! Did your parents find your secret stash and ground you?!"
"Hell no, my stash is out in plain sight," Issei retorted as he closed the door behind him. After breakfast was over, he gave into his mother's demands and began to get to work. He was currently in the storage room, which was fairly spacious, if not for the fact that it was covered with several boxes with layers of dust over them. "They see it every time they walk into my room. My youkai of a grandmother is coming over, and I'd rather not end up like I did last time I was around her."
"Youkai?"
"Yeah, I told you about her, remember?" the brunette sighed, flipping on the lights. The room was illuminated in seconds, though much to his dismay, the amount of boxes were revealed from the darkness, seemingly encompassing the backside of the room. He also spotted several cobwebs as well. If there were spiders in there, so help him. "She looks like she's my mother instead of the old hag she's supposed to be, she teases me every chance she gets, and if I snap out at her, she beats the shit out of me worse than any of the girls at school!"
"Ooooh, her...wait, is she a hot grandma?"
He was going to pretend he didn't hear that at all from him. It was one thing to comment on his mother, but it was another thing to comment on his grandmother. A sigh escaped him. "Anyway, I gotta go. I've got to clean up the storage room. Tell Matsuda I'm sorry, yeah?"
"Sure," Motohama said. There was a brief silence, where the phone call would end, but he chimed in a second later. "Oh, wait! Have you heard about the incidents that have been happening lately?"
Issei raised an eyebrow. "Incidents?"
"Wait, you haven't heard? They've been going on all month!" the glasses-wearing pervert said, his voice a bit serious. "Lately, people have been disappearing. You remember Sakoyaki, right? The guy from middle school?"
How could he forget? That bastard gave him a wedgie every chance he had. He mentally cringed as he rubbed his butt.
"The dude's parents disappeared one night. Happened while he was at cram school. And his was the sixth family this week!"
That caused him to stop. "...wait, this week?" he asked, clearly disturbed. "H-how many are there in total?"
Motohama sighed. "More than I'd like to say, man. Seriously, it's fucking creepy. And the worst part is, police can't figure anything out."
Issei frowned heavily. People have been going missing all month? He knew he wouldn't hear about it at first, because the TV was on the fritz, but he would have thought he would have heard about it from someone. It's disturbing to know that people have been going missing. "H-hey, I'll call you back later man," he told his friend, feeling slightly sick to his stomach. Maybe cleaning up this place would clear his head, move away from this dreadful topic. "See you." He heard Motohama say goodbye before the connection was cut. He closed his cell phone and slipped it back into his pocket before looking around. "Okay, so...where to start?"
(A Few Minutes Later)
"What a backwater town..."
That was the only opinion the figure could give as she surveyed the city of Kuoh down below her. Had anybody seen her, they would have mistaken her for a bird, or most likely a crow, given the feathered, ebony black wings that rested behind her shoulders. She was perhaps the embodiment of a cold beauty, with a beautiful face that resembled near perfection, her luscious pink lips set into a scowl of disdain. Her figure was slender, her skin without blemish nor stain, and her figure a finely-shaped hourglass. Her attire was little more than black leather, straps moving in various directions with spikes at the shoulders and at the heel. Her posture was set into lazy boredom, legs crossed over one another with a hand cupping her cheek, staring down at the town with disinterest. Her violet eyes gazed at it with apathy while her silky black hair flowed through the breezes that past by her.
She just couldn't understand why she was sent here. She didn't question her orders, as they came directly from her superior, the person she loved and admired more than anything else in the world. That being said, she still didn't quite understand why she was here, but she never questioned it. Kuoh was a city of little interest to her, and why should it? It was nothing more than a city of lazy pathetic lower beings, though she did receive a few letters from her friend, Kalawarner, that there was some excitement to be had, though the context of such letters had only made her roll her eyes when it involved seducing younger men than herself... which was saying a whole lot, given how old she was. Heck, just about almost all of them were nearly a century old! But, getting back on topic, her orders were to simply observe someone in the city. She was given a picture of the person that had suddenly interested her superior, but she would receive the details from Dohnaseek, another of her ilk tasked with watching over the town.
With that said, caution was advised. Backwater town it may be, it was still the territory of both the Pillars of Gremory and Sitri, and given that, she dared not want to imagine what would happen if they violated the peace here. If they had, a fate worse than death was sure to be upon them, and death was not exactly high on her priorities. She sighed to herself as she began to fly to where her friends were, stationed at a small rundown church at the outskirts of the city. As she did so, she pulled out a small paper from out of her cleavage, little more than a small photograph. Her target was printed on it, a boy with brown hair and eyes with a goofy smile on his face. Raynare gave an eye roll at the face of the person she was asked to investigate. They didn't look even the slightest bit interesting, hell he was even duller than she was expecting.
"I'll never understand what Azazel-sama sees in pathetic humans like this."
Raynare held little interest over humans. In fact, there was a great disdain for them in her heart. Even though God had made them in His image, they had done nothing to deserve the love, respect, admiration, and recognition from Him. No, all they did was ruin themselves. One need not look any further than history. How many civilizations fell at the hands of their own folly? How many kingdoms fell at their own foolish actions? How many kings were slain because of their incompetence? How many years have passed since humanity had ever, truly, come to realize their mistakes and break free from this wretched path of theirs? The fallen angel held them in so little regard that, in a small part of her, she greatly enjoyed their suffering. There was also another part of her that resented them. He believed that humans were worth attention, but why? What was so great about them? Why would they have to watch over such pathetic beings? They were so much greater...higher beings!
Raynare hated humans. Simple as that.
She gave one last look at the picture of her target, then tucked it away in her cleavage. As much as she hated it, Azazel had given her orders. Unless orders changed, she would observe him. Though she wished she was instead given orders to kill him once she's gotten she needs out of him, whatever it was.
Now, came the question...how to approach him?
(Time Skip, Evening)
"Ooof!" Issei grunted, setting down the last of the boxes on the floor. He gave a sigh of relief, and fell flat on his butt, wiping the sweat off of his brow. "Finally...seriously, how much crap did we stockpile in here?!" He gave a look around the storage room. When he got inside, the damn place was littered with cardboard boxes haphazardly, with even the slightest mishap meaning a tumbling avalanche of cardboard boxes filled with crap. Now, however, after several hours, everything was neatly organized and placed properly, right where they should be. Some were still left out, while the rest were tucked away in the cupboards neatly, and in the small spaces in between shelves and the walls. Issei then gave a look at himself, and cringed in disgust, as some of his clothes had gotten dirty with either dust or dirt and just a bit of everything else. "Ugh, man...and this is my favorite shirt, too." He gave himself a brief dust-off before giving a quick look around the storage room.
A smile of pride filled his face. "Not bad, if I do say so myself," he said, nodding. However, he then noticed that there was a small box sticking out on the top shelf near the door. Unlike the other boxes, this one wasn't cardboard. It seemed to be metallic, almost black. "What's that?" Curious, he walked over and pulled the box out from the shelf. The box was actually a trunk, evident by the handle, though it was certainly odd, given the gold trims. "The heck is this thing?" He had never seen this before...and it looked pretty different from the other cases he's seen. Maybe it was a custom-made one? He gave the case a brief examination, and found a lock. It was a weird lock, too. It had five dials, each with strange letters, and to the left was a small button, likely to input the code. Issei frowned. Who in the world would make a lock like this?
'Wait...isn't this Greek?'
Issei looked closer. As he suspected, the strange marks were actually the Greek alphabet. Well, that was one way to keep whatever was inside safe. Who even knew Greek in this day and age? Well...except maybe him and his mom. For some strange reason, his grandmother had insisted (read: demanded) that he learn not only Greek, but also Sanskrit, some of the oldest languages next to whatever gibberish the Mayans spoke. Looking more closely, he also found writing above the lock. "Jeez, Sanskrit too?" he muttered. "Guess that youkai's lessons are worth something. Let's see..."
He blinked.
"...Monty Python? The heck?"
What was it even referring to? He knew the comical movies somewhat, but what in the hell did that have to do with anything? "Going by that there's five dials...maybe a title from one of the films?" The brunette tilted his head, deep in thought. Honestly, what was he even doing? He could be in his room playing his eroge games rather than check this thing out...yet something inside of it told him otherwise. That he should investigate it. He didn't understand why he felt that way. He just did. Like it was...instinctual. "Five letters...five letters..."
Then, a thought came to him. He gave a shrug, thinking it wouldn't hurt if he got it wrong and possibly call it quits if it was just a one-try thing, and spun the dials.
άγ-ιο-πο-τή-ρ-ιο
He gave a brief sigh. "Okay...let's see if this works," he muttered, and pushed the button. A click was heard, and his eyes widened. "Your kidding...that actually worked?" He gave a stare of disbelief. The use of sanskrit was certainly ingenious, as was writing the letters in Greek...though he did question why in the hell the answer was directly from "Monty Python and the Holy Grail." Maybe the owner had a fascination about it or something? He gave another shrug. Oh well, not that it actually mattered. It was time to see what was inside this trunk.
He popped the lid open, and found himself staring. As soon as he opened the trunk, he found several photographs taped to the top. Each photo had different people, two of which he recognized. The most prominent of the pictures was the one directly in the center. It showed two people, probably a couple going by the fact that the woman was holding a baby in her arms. The man had messy red hair, unkempt with his bangs nearly covering his rich brown eyes, and a warm smile on his face. Beside him was a woman with black hair that fell down past the shoulders, and bearing wonderful vibrant green eyes, staring down at the infant in her eyes with a loving gaze. Her face was instantly familiar to him. "That's...grandma," he realized, breathing in amazement. "Then, the guy with the red hair is gramps...I always wondered what he looked like. Now that I think about it, kaa-chan doesn't have any photos of Ojii-san."
That was an oddity that confused him much through his early years as a child. Most kids have pictures of their grandparents, Shidou being no exception. However...his mother didn't have a single photo of his grandfather. He'd always questioned it, and his mother always told him that there were simply no pictures that she could find. She did describe him from the pictures his youkai of a grandmother had, though, yet none could do justice the worn out, yet happy visage that was the man in the photograph. His gaze was then directed at the contents of the trunk.
Junk.
Really, that's the best he could describe it. Pieces of junk. Old junk would be a better description. There were several old objects scattered inside, some of them looking to be incredibly ancient. Some looked like old charms of pieces of wood. Others looked like pieces of weapons or jewelry. Buried beneath it, however, he caught sight of something colored brilliant gold. Curious, he gently shifted the objects away so that he could get a better look at it, quick to realize that the objects in the trunk must have belonged to his grandfather. He then gently pulled the golden item that caught his attention out from the trunk. Once he did, his eyes widened in amazement. "Whoa..."
It was a golden scabbard, inscribed with blue lines near the hilt, and around the edges, ending at the tip of the sheathe. Unlike the majority of the objects in the trunk, the scabbard showed no damage whatsoever. No rust, no scrapes, not even a dent. It was as if it was a relic untouched by time. Even as he held it, he felt how smooth, how wonderful it felt.
"Man...Ojii-san must have been a helluva architect nut," Issei wondered to himself. It was the only logical conclusion he could come up with, given how old everything seemed. His grandfather must have traveled the world, going from archeological sights to old temples to ruined castles and whatnot, retrieving relics of the past. "Damn, this thing looks brand freaking new...I wonder where he got it?" He then gently set the scabbard down, and looked at the old pieces of junk inside the trunk. "What else you got in here, old man?"
As he continued to shift through his grandfather's trunk, he had failed to notice at all, even during his cleaning, the strange white markings sprawled on the floor.
(Time Skip, The Next Day)
"Haaaaah?" Matsuda turned to the brunette as they walked towards their school. "What's that thing?"
Issei shrugged. "Dunno," he said, tossing the strange object that had caught his fancy from the trunk in his hand. "Found it in ojii-san's trunk while cleaning the storeroom. Looked pretty cool, and I kind of grabbed it without thinking. But, man, my gramps had some weird stuff! Relics, old pieces of metal, you name it. Guy must have been archaeologist, or something."
"Now that you mention it, I don't think I've ever heard you talk about your grandfather," Motohama said, pushing up his famed 'three-size scouter glasses.' "Why is that?"
"Well, didn't really know much about him. Mom never really says much of anything about him, and we don't have any pictures of him except for what I found in the trunk. Speaking of that, it had this freaking weird lock on it, too!"
"Lock?" the two perverts asked in unison.
"Yeah. It was one of those dial-looking locks, the one where you have to input a code. All the letters were in Greek, and the only hint was in Sanskrit."
Motohama blinked. "...you know Greek and Sanskrit?"
"Not by choice," Issei grumbled. "Anyway, I already told Motohama, but I've got plans for Sunday, so I can't join you guys for our usual festivities."
"WHAT?! Why...?!" Matsuda complained.
"My grandmother, that's why. Whenever she comes over, my place is a madhouse."
The bald loli cocked his head to the side. "Is she really that bad?"
The brunette so expression turned seriously grim. "...you don't wanna know..."
"KYAAAA!"
"LOOK, IT'S KIBA-KUN!"
"HE LOOKS SO HANDSOME TODAY!"
"PLEASE MARRY ME, KIBA-SAMA!"
The three teens respectively groaned in annoyance upon seeing the 'Prince of Kuoh' pretty boy, Yuuto Kiba. The Perverted Trio never liked any bishonens. It was a well-known fact. To such perverted lechers, pretty boys were their most hated nemesis. Issei didn't personally hate the guy, just the fact that he was pretty much loved by every single woman in the entire school, which left him envious. 'Honestly, what does a guy like that have that we don't?' he thought, glaring at the blonde before he noticed something off. He could have sworn he saw something shimmering next to him. 'The hell?'
"Hey, Ise," Motohama spoke up. "When did you get a tattoo?"
Issei blinked, and turned to Motohama, who was staring at his hand. "What tattoo?" he asked, looking at the back of his hand. His eyes widened, however, when he saw the red markings scribbled on his skin. "What the...where did this come from?"
"You don't even know where you got it? How hammered were you?"
Issei scowled. "For your information, I was cleaning the storage room and clearing out stupid junk!" he snapped. "Piss off!"
"Okay, okay...Jesus, man. Just asking a question."
"Never mind that!" Matsuda shouted. "Hot babes, twelve o'clock!" Immediately, the other two whipped their heads around to find none other than the Great Onee-samas of Kuoh Academy; Rias Gremory and Akeno Himejima, walking towards the front gate. "Oh, man! How lucky are we that we got into a school with such awesome babes?!"
"We just got to be the luckiest men in Japan, my friend." Motohama grinned.
Issei, while he wanted to say that he too felt lucky, couldn't help but feel apprehensive. As he stared at her, at Rias Gremory, he felt a cold-chill run down his spine. It felt like something was glaring at him. He looked around, and the only things he found were the few disgusted glances either discreetly or noticably there by the students walking by. He turned back to Rias, and like with Yuuto, he saw what seemed like some sort of haze behind her. He also felt his hand burn. It was not an unpleasant feeling. Rather, it was more like an itch of some sort, the sense that his skin was warming up.
He had no idea what triggered this strange sensation. All he knew that it didn't seem normal at all.
He was still disturbed by it...but he supposed he could ignore it for now. He had classes to get to.
"...hm, what an interesting lad."
"I'm glad you think so. To be honest, I've had my eye on him for quite a while."
"Is that so? Pray tell, how has such a boy so deluded with lust come to garner the eye of my bride?"
"One, I have asked you repeatedly not to call me that. It reminds me of...him. Secondly, let's just say he has great potential. Of course, it's a question of how to get him to join."
Class was so boring. Time was torturing him, he just knew it. Every time he looked at the clock, the hand barely moved at all. The teacher's voice was grating his ears. Why did he even come to school today? He should have just pretended to be sick and play hooky, maybe watch porn, but no, he had to come to school...well, probably better to do that than be at home, moping that his grandmother would come.
As a result, he accepted the lesser of the two evils, as being in school will actually take his mind off of those particular thoughts. But as he sat in his desk, his thoughts fell back to the artifacts from his grandfather's trunk.
'When I asked kaa-chan about gramps, she said the only thing she knew about him from grandma was that he traveled all over the world, and then just disappeared one day,' he wondered. 'All of that stuff...I wonder how he got those things. And that sheathe...it looked brand freaking new! Where did he get it? Was it recent?'
The item in question obviously seemed out of place with the rest of the antiques. It looked as if it had just been made. It was a beautiful item colored gold and royal blue. Based on its size, it seemed built to store a two handed broadsword of some sort. Whatever it was, or whoever used it, they sure had taste. It looked to be something from a fairy tale story about Knights and Magic. Of course, the same could be said about what he had picked up from the trunk. He hadn't actually meant to grab it. His mom had called out to him after he had grabbed it, and he had accidentally slipped it into his pocket. Even now in class, he was looking at it with curiosity. 'What is this thing, anyway?' he thought curiously. 'It looks like some piece of a machine...but at the same time, it looks like a hilt to a sword or something. Heck, it even looks like those lightsabers from star wars, just without the beam.'
A strange object for certain, considering it is an antique. It simply looked too futuristic to be from anything too far long ago. Maybe around the nineteenth century? Issei pocketed the object away, not wanting for it to get confiscated, and then looked around the room. Was it just his imagination, or were there fewer people in class today?
"Is it true that Honda-kun's family went missing?"
Issei's ears perked, hearing the conversations around him.
"Not just his, but Motoya-san's too!"
"Didn't they go missing about two days ago?"
"Damn, that's scary."
"What do you think happened?"
"I dunno...but a lot of people have been disappearing lately too. Not just our classmates families. Hell, I've heard that Shinichi and his family disappeared last week."
Disappearing families...? Then he recalled the news story Motohama told him yesterday.
'This must be what he was talking about...'
(time skip, after school)
"God I thought class would never end," Matsuda complained. "Remind me again, why did I take chemistry?"
"Because you needed a science credit, you hate physics, and the biology class was completely filled this year." Motohama answered.
"I know THAT!" Matsuda grumbled. "Still think it's a load of bull...anyway, you guys heard? About Kaji from Class F from the 3rd Year class?"
Issei raised an eyebrow. "That occult nut?" he asked. "Yeah, I know him. He's the guy who likes anything paranormal, right? Didn't he try to apply for Rias-senpai's club? What was it again? Occult Research or something?"
"That's the one," Matsuda nodded. "Well, I hear the guy's in the hospital...and in the psych ward."
The two stared at him, incredulous. "Seriously?" the three-size scouter asked in disbelief. "Where'd you hear this?"
"From a couple of busty housewives on my way here~" the bald pervert replied without so much as a shred of shame. While he may have preferred lolis, he was still attracted to seriously busty women. It was even better if they were oppai loli! "Apparently the guy was found in his home, locked up in his closet, saying something like his family was murdered by a psychopath. Cops thought he saw someone, maybe whoever's been kidnapping people or whatever. He was in pretty bad shape too."
"How...bad was it?" Issei had to ask. He soon wish he didn't.
"...He was so far off the deep end he was trying to bash his own skull in on the wall. Wehn they were transporting him to the asylum, he tried to commit suicide, unable to take the mental stress."
The boys fell silent. All around them was idle chatter. Issei, for his part, felt sick to his stomach. Kuoh had always been so dully quiet, yet always so peaceful. Yet, now, these disappearances were happening...something was wrong. He could feel it, but he didn't know what. It disturbed him. And then there was that gaze...even now he could feel it, like someone was watching him. The hairs on the back of his neck were constantly standing straight up, as if sensing danger. He then stared back at the markings on his hand.
They were so bizarre...they resembled the head of a dragon, outlined in stylized red markings with two wings stretching out behind it.
'Seriously...what even is this? Where the hell did it come from anyway? Did I draw it?' A horrifying thought passed through his head. 'Wait...if kaa-chan sees this, she'll flip!'
She will assume that he went and got a tattoo. She would think he was becoming a delinquent! Well, then again, she's not entirely wrong about that. He was technically a delinquent of some sort...given that, well, he has a massive obsession for boobs. Not that he minded such accusations. Hey, he was a guy! What did you expect?! Moving on, though, he was definitely not looking forward to that talk. If he hid it with something, like keeping his hand in his pocket or wrapping it up, he could hide it from her.
"Um...e-excuse me?"
The three boys turned...and their jaws dropped instantly. Only one thought ran through their minds.
'Holy shit that babe is hot!'
Before them was a beautiful young woman with long, shiny black hair that fell to her lower back and stunning, violet eyes. Her complexion was light and seemed to have a pinkish glow. Her slim an voluptuous form was highlighted by her Kuoh uniform. Issei's eyes were trained specifically at her chest. 'That uniform looks like it could pop any second, and I'm hoping it does!'
"C-can we help you?"
"Y-Yes!" The girl stuttered shyly.
"U-um, I'm looking for Issei H-Hyoudou-kun?"
The three teens glanced at one another, their emotions becoming evident in their thoughts. Two out of outrage, one out of confusion.
Issei, for his part, was confused. This was his first time seeing her. In fact, he's made it a personal mission to remember the faces of every bodacious woman he's come across...but he didn't remember her. Why did she want to see him. "Uh, r-right here?" he said, raising his hand up. "Do you...need something?"
"W-well, um...c-c-can we speak? I-in private I mean?"
...waaaaaaaaaaait a second here, is this what he thinks it was?! Was...was she...was she asking him out on a date?!
"S-sure!" he said, leaping to his feet.
"WHAT?!" Both of his friends yelled in outrage. This was unfair! Why was Issei being asked out by some chick that came out of nowhere?! Well, now that they thought about it...the girl really did come out of nowhere. They haven't even seen her before today...and they kept tabs on all the school's hotties. But despite their perverted tendencies, they knew when the realize something was off. If none of them ever met her before now, then why was she even asking Issei of all people out on a date?
Unfortunately, before they could voice this, Issei was already gone, dragged away by the new girl. The two shared a look with one another. Somehow, they just couldn't shake this bad feeling, like something bad was going to happen.
"I fail to see why Miss Gremory had asked the both of us to watch the boy. Other than that girl's obvious interest in him, when she isn't human, it's rather confusing."
"Well, Buchou gave us orders, so I don't have much of a choice, really. You're free to go back, however."
"And leave you by your lonesome? Perish the thought."
"You look happy," Issei's father said as he walked through the door with a goofy smile on his face. "Did something good happen?"
"Oh Hell yes!" Issei nodded eagerly with a fist pump. "I got a date!"
His father paused. The man and his son stared at one another, nothing but silence between them...well, not completely silence. His mother was currently in the kitchen, preparing dinner.
"...Ise, son, we have talked about this," Mr. Hyoudou said seriously with a deadpan look. "Your right hand does not constitute as a date."
Issei face-faulted. "N-no, I'm being completely serious here!" he insisted. "A cute girl walked up to me in class and asked me if I was free on Sunday!"
"Ah, so it's not a date."
"Yes it is!" A pause. "A-at least, I'm pretty sure it is. I mean, it's gotta be, right? When she was asking me out, she was really nervous, so that should tell you something, right?"
Both parents looked at one another. From the way their son was acting...he must be pretty serious.
"...dear?"
"Yes, my beloved wife?"
"Does this mean there's hope for our darling Ise yet?!"
"OH SCREW YOU, KAA-CHAN!" Ise wailed. "C'mon! Have a LITTLE faith!"
"Sorry, sorry..." She apologized. "But to be honest...your father and I were starting to have our doubts at this point."
The brunette felt a tick mark pop above his eyebrow. "You guys are seriously too blunt!"
"Enough about that, tell us who the girl is!" his father urged. "Who is she?"
"Her name is Yuuma Amano. And she just transferred to my school today." Issei grinned, forgetting his previous irritation.
The latter part of his response, raised flags in his parents' minds. She just transferred in...and asked him out on a date in the same day?
"...Ise, are you sure this is the kind of girl you should be going out with?" Their son blinked, staring at them as if they had just grown a second head. "Now, look, we're happy you've gotten yourself a girlfriend...but you said she just transferred today, isn't that right?"
"Y-yeah...why?"
His mother frowned in disapproval. "Ise, forgive me for sounding so crass, but she sounds rather desparate for a date, or at least for d-"
"DEAR!" Issei's father shouted, eyes wide. Even Issei stared at her in shock. Was she just about to say what he thought she was going to say? "That's too blunt! At least tone it down!"
"Why should I? My son has a girlfriend, and she just moved into his school! If that isn't jailbait, I don't know what is!" She had every right to be blunt. Despite his perverted tendencies, Issei was still her precious baby boy, and she'll be damned if he got hurt or in trouble from someone else's actions. There was no way she would let some broad use her son like that.
Issei was blind to the fact...or he was just that desperate. Some would claim it would be the latter, but even he felt slight apprehension. That, and...he got a weird vibe around Yuuma. Just being close to her made it feel like his skin was on fire...and it was not the pleasurable kind.
It was the kind of feeling where every part of you was screaming "RUN."
Her expression may have been cute and bashful, but there was definitely something hidden beneath that visage that instilled a sense of reluctance in him. He wasn't sure why that was...he didn't pay it much mind, though. He was quite excited. This was going to be his first step towards becoming a Harem King!
"...so, there are already signs of activity there in Kuoh City?"
"So it would seem," a young voice said over the phone. "Then again, Zelretch had informed us that an event like this would have occurred. It's been 60 years since the last one...and now it's happening all over again. Come to think of it, isn't that boy you were talking about there?"
She gave a slight pause, as if thinking of her next choice of words, and then replied. "Yes...why? Do you think he will get involved?"
"Well, if he's related to onii-chan, chances are he's going to get involved, one way or another." She groaned. Of course he would...seriously, half the time she wondered who's genes he got who from. "Anyway, I'm still having Stella and Leysritt look into matters, along with Hortesia. It shouldn't be too long before we get a proper grasp of what's happening over there."
"Got it." The speaker confirmed. "I'm on my way to Kuoh as we speak. I should be able to gain more intel while I'm there."
"Alright...don't strain yourself, obaa-san~"
"DON'T CALL ME THAT, YOU LITTLE BRAT!"
Today was the day. It was Sunday...meaning he had a date to get to!
"Oh, man I'm nervous," Issei muttered as he paced around his room. "What do you even do on a date? Should we go to an amusement park? No, Kuoh's went out of business two months ago. Maybe a cafe? Nah, that sounds lame. Oh! Maybe eat out at a restaurant? Wait, what if she hates fast food!" He growled in frustration, gripping his hair. "Dammiiiiiiit! I haven't played enough eroge games to prepare me for this!"
He probably should've focused more on the dating SIM aspect of Eroges rather than focusing on the h-scenes.
"Okay, Ise, just calm down," he told himself. "Calm down...you got this. Everything is gonna be fine...gonna be fine!" He gave a swift sigh, and then looked at his attire. He stared at what he was wearing before his shoulders dropped again. "Oh, who am I kidding?! I don't have any good clothes!"
He tried to find the best attire he had in his closet, but he still didn't think it was good enough. He just knew this was going to be a horrible date. Why didn't he play enough dating games that could have helped him with this? He thought he had dressed up in the nicest clothes he could find, but when he looked at himself in the mirror, he was beginning to doubt whether or not these clothes would fit him. He wore a light jacket over a red shirt with a small black v-neck and khaki slacks that used to belong to his father, along with black dress shoes.
Of course, the object he found in the trunk was still in his pocket. He thought of it was a sort of good luck charm, since he met Yuuma Amano the same day he brought it with him to school. And today, he's gonna need all the good luck he can get. Which was why he brought it with him on this critical day.
"Issei!" his father called. "If you don't hurry, you're going to be late!"
"R-right!" Issei shouted back. He doubled check to see if he had everything, then gave himself another once over, and nodded. "Okay...work with what I've got! Here I come, oppai!" With a strong nod, he whirled around, and left his room.
No resident in the Hyoudou household had noticed the soft glow emanating from inside the storage room.
Within said room, a series of runes etched on the floor were dimly lit in a circle.
"Buchou," a feminine voice called out to the bathroom's occupant. "Our adorable kouhai is on the move."
"I see. Thank you, Akeno." Rias Gremory emerged not long after her shower was over. Anyone at school would tell you that she was beautiful. Her hair was a beautiful shade of crimson, and her eyes in contrast, wondrous sapphire. She wore her school attire, which was a tight-fitting shirt with a dark red skirt, and a small black cape around the shoulders. Beside her was Akeno Himejima, who awaited her outside the door. She was equally as robust as Rias, as her shirt seemed to have more trouble keeping her *ahem* chest in place. She possessed long ebony black hair, tied back into a long ponytail, and violet eyes.
To any outside of their social circle, or those who exist in the norm, Rias and Akeno were considered perfection of beauty. Smart, graceful, humble, and polite. They greeted everyone around them, even the more unsavory people. They excelled in everything they accomplished. Truly, they were the Great Onee-samas of Kuoh Academy.
However...no one knew that they were not human.
They were Devils.
Beings of Sin and residents if the fiery realm of Hell. At least...that's what any religious christian nut would tell you. While it is true that they have the traditional bat wings and reside in the Underworld, they are not quite like what the Bible depicted them as. For one thing, they looked like humans. Another thing was that they did not take people's souls...usually, anyway. Humans would instead be offered up with money or possessions and such.
Rias Gremory, true to her name, was the heiress to the household of Gremory, one of the 72 Pillars. Bearing the name of the demon who loved all things, regardless of race or gender, she was also a bloodline member of the House of Bael, which called for the power to destroy all things. Her control over this was what granted her the name; "The Scarlet-Haired Princess of Ruin."
However...that was not all there was to her.
"Lancer," she called. "Is the Fallen making any moves yet?"
The person she was speaking to was seated on one of the couches in the room. He was a tall, lithe male dressed in a black suit that was designed for royalty, sharply contrasting with his pale complexion and long, silk-like white hair. The coat of his suit was long enough to reach his knees, and had fur-lined cuffs, with the white cuffs of his dress shirt peeking out from within. His ears had piercings, one earring each. A neatly trimmed beard adorned his face. His eyes were narrowed and sharp, colored a cold gold. His right leg was crossed over his left as he read the hard-bound book in his hands.
"She is indeed, master." The man spoke in a smooth, baritone voice without looking up from his book. "She is currently heading over to the lecherous male as we speak."
Akeno smiled slightly. "Well, let's hope all goes well," she remarked. "Just in case, I have Rider on standby. Yuuto and Berserker should be on the lookout as well."
"That's good." The red-headed girl nodded as she washed her hair.
Lancer huffed. "I fail to see why the male interests you, my bride," he remarked. "True, he holds a Sacred Gear...but given what I've seen so far, he's the equivalent to a helpless babe who can't kick to save it's life."
"Perhaps," Rias nodded. "However, I'd like to think he might have potential." She paused, then bit her lip. "I only hope he joins my peerage willingly...not the way I fear it will."
"You are too optimistic, my bride..." the man shook his head. "I can already anticipate the fool will fall by sunset."
The date had ended rather well on a high-note, all things considered. He managed to put together a plan at the last moment. He took her out to lunch, then shopping, then a movie. She looked like she enjoyed it...at least, he think he did. She pretty much had a smile on her face throughout the whole thing. Right now, they were standing in front of the fountain over at the park.
It was a pretty romantic scene one would see in visual novels, especially with the sun setting over the horizon.
"I had a lot of fun today," Yuuma said, her back facing him. "It's been so long since I've felt like this."
"R-Really? That's awesome. I'm really glad..." He breathed a sigh of relief. Thank god for that!
"Say...Ise-kun?" Slowly, the girl turned around to face him. Her face was bashful, pink dusted on her cheeks. "There's something that I really, really want...do you think you can give it to me?"
The brunette swallowed the lump in his throat. Was this it? Was this really happening?! Were...were they really going to...? If that were the case, why...why did he feel suddenly so alarmed? Again, it felt as if someone had lit his skin on fire, yet it only felt like an irritating itch of unpleasantry. Once again, it felt his instincts were telling him to run. "U-uh, sure!" he nodded, trying to ignore the feeling. "Whatever it is, you name it!"
"Really?" Yuuma's eyes lit up with excitement. Somehow, it felt off. "Then..." She stepped forward. Their bodies felt like they were about to touch, though she had stopped just in front of him and leaned forward, whispering something into his ear. Something that made his blood run cold. "...will you die for me?"
Now, he understood why. How his body reacted so badly. Yuuma's voice...it had changed. No longer was it that sweet and beautiful tone that made it sound like music to his ears. It was cold, mature...malicious. A tone that sent shivers down his back.
"I-I'm sorry," he said, backing away as far as he could. "I don't I-I heard you correctly...w-what did you say you wanted, Yuuma-chan?"
The girl gave him a sickly sweet smile. His body burned once again, the feeling almost instant as something echoed in the back of his head. He wasn't sure why, but he threw himself to the ground. He was glad he had, for no sooner had he moved did a spear of light pierce into the ground he was standing on. His eyes went wide, heart thumping, and looked at Yuuma.
He gasped. Behind her back were wings. Feathery, black wings. Almost like the wings of a crow.
"Oh?" She raised a brow. "You were fast enough to dodge that one. How unexpected." She frowned condescendingly.
He stared back in horror. He had no idea what was happening. He couldn't even feel the way his hand was burning. "W-what the hell's going on?" he whispered. "Yuuma-chan, wha-what the fuck ARE you?!"
"Hm...I thought it'd be obvious, boy..." She sneered. "...I'm the one that is going to kill you."
The one to kill you.
(Silver and iron to the origin. Gem and the archduke of contracts to the cornerstone.)
Five words registered in his mind. His heart was practically banging against his chest now. Yuuma brought up her hand, and another spear, just like the one before, appeared in her hand. Issei tried to move, but the fear had paralyzed him.
(The alighted wind becomes a wall. The gates in the four directions close, coming from the crown, the three-forked road that leads to the kingdom circulate.)
"I do have to thank you, however," Yuuma said with a mocking smile. A smile that made his heart sink further. "This was the most fun I've had in sooo long...it was like playing house!"
'P-playing...house?'
(Shut (fill). Shut (fill). Shut (fill). Shut (fill). Shut (fill). Repeat every five times...yet for each time, destroy it!)
Was that all this was to her? A game to pass the time? Part of him wanted to believe otherwise, but the display before him would continue to prove him wrong. The look in her eyes, the wings on her back, and the spear in her hand, all said clearly to him...that she had felt nothing. The affection, the joy, the happiness, the beautiful smile on her face...it was all but mere pretend. To her, it was as if she were playing with a doll. A doll that she would have no use for any longer. It was then that he knew...that this was the sort sort of situation that would leave nothing.
Just as that woman said...this was where he would die.
His fear vanished, replaced by a nothingness in his heart, a despair that gripped him. All this time...he was nothing more than a game to her. To her...he was nothing but a joke...to toy around with him then dispose of him. However, something within him stirred as his mind processed this. Like a flame, it steadily burned through his sense of hopelessness, becoming something more. Something stronger. Something fierce.
A fiery rage.
( ―――I announce. Your self is under me, my fate is in your sword. In accordance with the approach of the **** *****, if you abide by this feeling, this reason, then answer. Here is my oath.)
The burning on his hand grew fiercer, and his eyes narrowed. "Y-you..."
Suddenly, hot air blew across his face, followed by searing pain. He let out a cry, clutching his face. It as if something that touched his cheek with a dryer. "You dare look upon me with those filthy eyes?" Yuuma snared. "What arrogance...I'll take great pleasure in breaking you, filthy human!"
She brandished her spear once more.
(I, who bear the name of the crimson beast of domination, shall become all good in the world. That I shall be the one who devour all evil within the world)
She reared her arm back as she prepared to throw it. Issei punched the ground in rage as he glared at her through the gaps between his fingers.
(You, seven heavens clad in three words of power, arrive from the ring of destruction, O king of ruin...)
The black-winged angel smiled cruelly down upon him, bearing the deranged look of an executioner. "Please die for me, Ise-kun~"
(...heed my call)
Now, before we continue on, viewer of fate, allow me to ask you something...have you ever heard of the multiverse theory? Or, perhaps, the concept of alternate dimensions?
There are an infinite number of worlds that run parallel to our own, no two are the same. The change could be minute, such as someone getting a different flavor of ice cream. Or quite drastic such as a world that is part of an intergalactic war with a religious alien race bent on wiping out humanity.
And before you ask, yes, I have seen the latter. It wasn't as...epic as you imagine it.
In this universe, there are three worlds. You would know them as the trinity...heaven, earth, and hell. There are more than one in this universe, true, however these three are considered to be more prominant, given how religion stands powerful here. Hell, or rather the Underworld, is governed by the Devils. Earth is populated by humanity, and various other species of supernatural creatures. Heaven was governed by the emissary's of god, the angels. Once, long ago, a great war erupted between the biblical factions...though that is a story for another day.
Back to the matter at hand...within this vast universe of worlds, there is one world where no human could reach. No amount of magic could allow them to enter it's boundaries...no being could ever force themselves into it's domain, and no spell could destroy its barriers. Due to my own magic, I can enter it...but that place is so goddamn creepy and disturbing, I stay away from it. You couldn't get me to enter that place, no matter what you offered me.
Yet...this dimension is very crucial to young Issei's story. In one world, he would have been killed by that Fallen Angel's spear...but this world is different. The reason? The dimension I speak of. This dimension is linked to something very special. Something privileged only for the worthy few.
"The Throne of Heroes."
A realm where figures who left their mark on the long line of history are accepted into.
And it is here, that during a certain event, these figures respond to the calls of those who beckon them. You may recall the man called Lancer, who refers to his master, Rias Gremory, as his bride. He is one such individual; a Heroic Spirit.
Ah, speaking of which...it appears that a Legendary Soul is respond to young Issei. I wonder who...
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Oh dear...well, that's unexpected. *coughs awkwardly* Now then...if you have not played Fate/Extella - The Umbral Star, I'm afraid what is about to happen may bring spoilers. If you care little for such trifles, then please bear witness to the rather...hmhmhm, unfortunate fate of our dear Oppai Dragon Emperor.
The sound of something foreign had ceased all activity. Yuuma's spear had stopped, arm frozen in place. Issei, for his part, felt strange. As soon as the strange sound echoed, his body heated up. Unlike previous times, where it felt like an itch...it was a pleasant feeling, like warmth was spreading across his body. His hand felt hotter than the rest of him. He looked down, and found the mark on his skin glowing brightly. It pulsated, almost like a heartbeat. "W-what the...?"
Then he noticed. The air suddenly became heavy, like an oppressive weight fell upon his shoulders. Even Yuuma showed signs of discomfort. "What is this?" she breathed with a snarl. Her cold features were replaced with the look of a furious animal, as if something had set her off. "What did you do?!" Then she noticed the mark on his hand. Her eyes widened, as if stunned. Then, the look faded, and the livid fury on her face grew. "You...you were a Master?!"
'Master?'
The word was familiar. It meant, 'a man who has people working for him, especially servants or slaves.' Alternatively, it meant, 'a skilled practitioner of a particular art or activity.' However, the meaning behind the winged woman's words were unfamiliar to him. Her words also brought forth another question; how did she know what these marks meant? Did she have knowledge of what they were? He would have asked her, but given the present situation, he knew he would receive no other answer than a spear of light aimed for his heart.
Suddenly, the noise rung again. Then, he recognized that foreign sound.
It was the sound of something breaking. Like something was lashing out against glass.
Then he saw the glow emanating from his pocket. He reached in and pulled out the artifact from his grandfather's trunk. It was glowing brightly in his hands and warm to the touch.
'Why is...?'
The sound grew louder. It was echoing from above him. He looked up, and to his astonishment, red cracks had appeared in the air right behind him. From his viewpoint, it looked as if red veins had begun to grow along the dimming orange sky. With each resounding 'crack,' the veins grew larger and larger.
Then, like a dam breaking apart, the cracks became a jagged whole. Flowing, writhing blackish red mass spilled out like pouring water. It was like liquid pouring to the earth. However, that liquid began to take physical form. As it descended further and further to the earth, it almost looked as if it was forming into a human form. First it became a human-shaped body. Then, it developed more feminine features; a slim waist, a raised chest, and long flowing appendages from the head as if emulating hair. The limbs became more shaped, the ends splitting into five thin sticks, which bent and curled. The legs became more shapely, with the ends becoming bent at an angle. When it was close to the ground, the mass had taken on a form definitely of that of a human. It was feminine in appearance, though it held no characteristics. No lips or eyes. No skin to speak of. It was more of a mannequin.
However, when its feet touched the earth, the black form parted, as if nothing but a veil. It revealed a figure, crouching after flowing through the air and landing. Then, it rose to its feet. Issei saw the figure, no longer touched by whatever it had been cloaked with...and felt his heart skip a beat.
A goddess.
The was the only way he could describe such a breathtaking beauty.
"I am..."
A maiden in white, with dark skin marred by white symmetrical lines.
"I am...the Great King."
Long hair that reached to the waist, touched by the color of snow.
"I am destruction itself, falling like a star to crush all those beneath."
A thin figure, not touched or marred with blemishes, yet with the posture and bearing of a warrior, emphasized by her beautiful red eyes which bore into Yuuma Amano with such frightening intensity.
"Thus, I ask of you..."
Then, she turned to him. His breath left him, his brown eyes locking with her red ones. Brown skin, thin figure, and the eyes of a warrior...had he not know any better, he would have thought he was looking at an amazon, one with cold beauty befitting that of a true warrior. Her words and voice were strong and boistrous, yet so menacing and cold, like a knife.
And yet...he could not help but feel captivated.
"...are you worthy of being my Master?"
-Saber: END-
*from the voids of worlds untouched, a warrior's fate intertwines with a red dragon of domination*
"I am Saber...from this day onward, I shall destroy all who oppose you."
*a meeting of two worlds, ordained by that of a greater power*
"Allow me to introduce myself properly. I am Rias Gremory, Master of Lancer...and a proud Devil of the Gremory Clan."
*the heralding of a war, forgotten by the years past*
"Now now...is that any way to greet your grandmother?
*the tolling bell rings, signalling the beginnings of new conflict...and so, the sun fades, and the day once again stays night*
Second Night: Holy Grail War
Servant Report:
True Name: Attila the Hun
Class: Saber
Master: Issei Hyoudou
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Base Stats (cam be enhanced by Boosted Gear or other methods):
-Strength: B
-Endurance: A
-Agility: A
-Mana: B
-Luck: A
-Noble Phantasm: A++
Class Skills:
-Magic Resistance: B
-Riding: A
-Divinity: B
Personal Skills:
-Military Tactics: B
-Natural Body: D
-Crest of the Star: EX
Noble Phantasm: Tear Drop Photon Ray: A++ (Anti-unit/Anti-fortress)