Title: Fate Perfect Zero

Author: InfernalChaos

Disclaimer: This work utilizes characters, places, themes, and other such ideas from various anime, games, books, and movies. The said games, books, and movies serve as inspiration for this work of fiction. The author lays no claim on the characters, places, themes, and ideas which may be presented in this work. No money is being made in this work.

Authors Note: This work of fiction was inspired by other similar works. To a name a few honourable mentions would be, The Infamous Mans: Fate Zero Sense, and a work called Fate Revolution of Dice, by Augustino Alighieri. I extend my gratitude to those who would read this work. I extend, too, a warning, that this is my first fanfiction, and thus may be found lacking. I hope that you who read this may be understanding, and kindly point out any mistakes I may make, and I will surely rectify them to the best of my ability.

Summary: Gilgamesh was the said to be the strongest Heroic Spirit. If he had gotten serious, the Fourth Holy Grail War would have ended in a single night. Therefore, to even the playing field, the Holy Grail uses all the stored magic in it to summon six other Heroic Spirits on par with, if not stronger, than Gilgamesh.

Chapter 01: Manifestation of Legends

-Tohsaka Manor-

Tohsaka Tokiomi could only stare in awe at the being that had come before him. In response to his summons, the Grail had actually given him what could only be considered as the strongest servant. Clad in golden armour, his golden hair flickered with the breeze, as his crimson eyes turned upwards in a condescending smirk.

"So, you are the mongrel that dared to summon me? Make no mistake, mongrel, though you may hold the Command Seals; know who the true Master is in this situation."

The Tohsaka master gracefully knelt down on one knee, and extended his hand to the servant.

"Our contract has been completed. I who hold the title of Master, Tohsaka Tokiomi, will endeavour to serve you, King of Heroes, Servant Archer. By your command, I shall obtain for us the Holy Grail."

"Humph. You amuse me. Very well, you may live. Let us see if this era shall provide me any worthwhile entertainment."

And so, with the summoning of this greatest of heroes, the Fourth Holy Grail War had begun.

-The Holy Grail-

The Holy Grail. It was an omnipotent wish granting device, capable of utilizing magic beyond that known to man. Every 60 years, a war was held for its possession. Yet, none of the previous three wars had a winner. Therefore, the accumulated magical energy needed for twenty-one servants had been stored inside the Holy Grail. This energy, pent up for close to two hundred years, needed to be released.

The summoning of Servant Archer provided a respite to the Grail, yet only briefly. It was not enough to relieve all the energy inside the Grail. And, if the catalyst of the other summoners were to be taken into account, this Gilgamesh would destroy the competition.

This could not be allowed. Therefore, in order to release the energy pent up, and to avoid a slaughter instead of a Grail War, the Grail this time reached out not only through time, as it had done in the past, yet rather through space. It chose the six heroes, six with the power to battle the King of Heroes on equal footing.

Saber, Lancer, Rider, Berserker, Caster, and Assassin.

Arturia, Diarmuid, Iskander, Lancelot, Bluebeard, and Hassan.

These were to be the original Servants. Yet none, save maybe Saber, could stand on equal ground with the King of Heroes. Therefore, they were scrapped, and six others were chosen. Six others, with power beyond imagining.

Thus started the War between the greatest of heroes. Each one to be summoned was a legend in their own right. And so, on that night began the summoning of the perfect seven servants.

-The Einzberns-

In the castle of the Einzbern's, Emiya Kiritsugu examined summoning circle scribed on the ceremony floor.

"Would such a simple ritual suffice?"

Irisviel Von Einzbern, the wife of Kiritsugu, was surprised that the preparation for the summoning a heroic spirit was so…plain.

"The summoning of the Servants never needed an extravagant ceremony. So long as the circle is there, and the command seals, the Servant will appear. It is not, after all, one's strength as a magus that summons the Servant, rather it is the Grail itself. The Master simply provides a conduit for the Grails power."

Kiritsugu said, as he placed the Holy Relic, Avalon, on the altar.

"According to this, victory is within our grasp."

-The Matou's-

"Have you memorized the incantation for the summoning ritual?"

A short, balding man asked to another man, one whose hair was white, clad in a blue jacket. The short man was Matou Zouken, the head of the ancient Matou family, and he addressed the question to his nephew Matou Kariya, who nodded in the darkness.

"Good. But midway through the summoning, I want you to add to more lines of incantations."

"What do you mean?"

Zouken gave a twisted smile in response to Kariya's question.

"Isn't it obvious? Kariya, you should know that as a magus, your abilities are below the other Masters. It will affect the Servant's abilities. If that's the case, we can only amend it through the Servants class."

"Give your Servant the attribute of Mad Enhancement. As the Master of Berserker, I want you to fight for me with all you've got."

-Waver Velvet-

Waver nearly cried out in joy when the seals had appeared on his hand. The Grail had chosen him. That meant he was worthy. Nothing could match this moment of elation, he decided, save for winning the Grail himself.

He set about preparing the ritual, taking care so as not to damage the relic. With this, he would summon the strongest Servant, and surely win.

Little did he know, the relic would matter very little.

-The Summoning-

All across the land, these Magi conducted their rituals. They each had different reasons for wanting the Grail, each had different desires. Yet in them burned one inherent thing. Each them had passion, determination. A determination to relentlessly pursue their goal.

So the Grail heard, and answered their plea.

"Let thy body rest under my dominion, let my fate rest in thy blade"

Waver felt the Prana grow and encompass his body. He felt the ever familiar slithering of his Magic Circuits, a feeling no Magi could escape from. Yet he endured the pain, and continued the chant.

"If though submitteth to the call of the Holy Grail, and if thou wilt obey this mind, this reason, then thou shalt respond."

"I make my oath here. I am that person who is to become the virtue of all Heaven. I am that person who is covered with the evil of all Hades."

Kiritsugu felt the pain overwhelm him. His Circuits throbbed with the pain, connecting him to the ritual. His body had forgotten all function as a human being. He had become a conduit instead for Prana. Yet he still continued chanting.

"Yet, thou serves with thine eyes clouded in chaos. Thou bound in the cage of madness. I am he who commands those chains."

Kariya's limbs twitched in spasms as blood ran from his eyes. The pain from the worms slithering inside of his body almost drove him mad. Yet, he would not shirk from this duty he bore. For Sakura, he would win the Grail.

"Thou seven heavens, clad in a trinity of words, come past thy restraining rings, and be though hands that protect the balance. I ask of thee, my Servant, come forth!"

Lord Kayneth El-Melloi Archibald finished the ritual, his Circuits on fire. His head swam, and all he could feel was satisfaction. He had done it. With this, he had summoned his Servant, Diarmuid of the Radiant Face.

The smoke receded…

"What…what is this…is this some kind of joke!?"

He was not Diarmuid. Far from it. The man wore robes as black as night, and in his thin hands he clutched a staff, adorned with a dragons claw. He drew back his hood, and Kayneth recoiled in horror. The man's face was hideous. Thin, gaunt, and it somehow had a metallic, golden sheen to it. His eyes, with pupils the shape of hourglasses, looked at him, mockingly. Then he spoke, in a soft, silky voice.

"I am the Servant Caster. I ask, are you my Master?"

Kiritsugu looked in awe at the rituals culmination. He had not summoned the King of Knights, he deduced.

"Who are you?"

The man, clad in a black trench coat, stepped forward. He had silver hair, going past his waist, and his eyes glowed green with power. In his left hand, he clutched a long sword, almost 8 foot long.

"Servant Saber. Upon your summons, I have come forth to act as your Servant, Master."

Kariya was proud of himself. Bloodied and in pain, he had, however, managed to draw the card that would win him this war. Emerging from the darkness was a man clad in charcoal suit, adorned with a red coat, hat, and glasses. He wore white gloves, with a five pointed seal drawn into them. His eyes glowed red, and he smiled at Kariya.

"I am Berserker. And you are my Master."

Behind him, Zouken laughed.

"Yes Kariya. Now go, and with Berserker, destroy your enemies and bring me the Grail."

A man stepped out of the summoning circle, and Waver could only stare in awe. He was perfect. That was the only way to describe him. His physical features were beautiful, painstakingly so, and his ears were pointed. With such beauty, and the way he radiated power, none could mistake him for anything but an elf.

He drew his sword, and raised it to the sky. The blade was sapphire, forged from some material now lost to man. The man knelt, and offering his swords hilt to Waver, he exclaimed.

"I can serve proficiently as Archer, Saber, or Caster, yet for this war I have been summoned to fight as Rider. From this moment, I am your sword. Vel einradhin iet ai Shur'tugal, I shall win you the Holy Grail.

Waver felt the magic pulse at Rider's strange words, and in that moment, he felt as if he would truly win this war.

And so, upon this night of Fate, the Servants have gathered together. Each one a legend, each one powerful. Incomplete though the roster may be, at that moment, the Fourth Holy Grail War had truly commenced.

And so the First Night Ended, and Legends came forth. The Second Night shall bring more.

Closing Notes: The First Chapter ends here. In my own, honest opinion, the chapter was too short, and too lacking. Please review, and inform me how to improve my work. If you can, try guessing the identity of the Servants. Hopefully it wasn't too obvious. Once more, I endeavour you, dear reader, to review.

Notes:

Vel einradhin iet ai Shur'tugal-Upon my word as a Rider