DISCLAIMER: This FANFIC is based on Fate/Apocrypha and the Nasuverse in general. I dont own the title Fate/Apocrypha, the servants and any other stuff related to it

Author's Note:

This fanfic is BASED on the Nasuverse. Emphasis on BASED coz I will be changing and some stuff of Nasu's work a bit

This work was inspired from my absolute favorite fanfic, Tainted Ideals by Stormedge, and from Fate/Apocrypha itself.

This work also came to be because I hated the 7 servant limit of the Fuyuki Holy Grail War. For that reason, I will be using servants from Fate/Apocrypha, Fate/Zero, Fate/Stay Night, Fate/Strange Fake, Fate/Extra and some of my own creations in this fanfic

I hope that this will be the last fanfic I will be uploading for a long while. My inability to focus on one fanfic is starting to piss me off.

Lastly, Enjoy


Gaia, the shapeless spirit of the world, watches in horror as his/her children destroys each other and the world they live in for petty reasons. Worthless greed and worthless pride has driven North Korea and China to do the unthinkable, a series of preemptive nuclear strike at the strongest country of that time, the United States of America.

It was July 4, 2301, the city of Washington was reduced to a parking lot by Nuclear Bomb from North Korea. It was followed by 21 nuclear attacks to other major countries in order to eliminate threats. One hour following the strikes, China announced to the world that they are now the rulers world, resistance is futile.

Unfortunately for them, their target in the USA was in Texas during the strike thus was able to mount a counter offensive with their allied countries only 30 minutes after the broadcast. The current president of America was a man from Texas, thus a man of action and he decided with his allies to unleash the greatest number of nuclear strikes in history, 138 nuclear bombs from multiple countries were launched into China and North Korea which effectively began and ended the shortest, most destructive war in human history, World War 3.

In the month that followed showed showed how much change the 2 hour war did to the world. China became a battered empty shell of its former self while the land that was North Korea simply didn't exist anymore. The nuclear fallout combined with the season winds causes the deaths of more than half the population in the world.

Majority of the people that are connected to the magical world were able to survive thanks to various magecraft and alchemic knowledge. People of the church used powerful artifacts, alchemy and rituals to make them either highly resistant or completely immune to the effects of radiation.

But that was simply the trigger that caused the near end of the human race.

As the world was ravaged for no good reason, Gaia pleaded for aid and his/her guardians answered his/her call. The first to respond was the last of the True Ancestor, Arcueid Brunestud which proceeded to perform mass genocide against those who are a threat to the world. She mainly focused on military bases, destroying all the machines while killing anyone who tries to stop her. Her actions attracted the attention of many countries which started an all out offensive against her making her job easier as she no longer needs to hunt them one by one.

The church also sent their agents against her thus effectively slowing her progress into a crawl. Gaia decided to provided her with help thus called once again for aid. Gaia awakened the guardians that he/she decided to put them into hibernation a few hundred years before the creation of the True Ancestors, the Werewolves.

These 20 foot Werewolves were commanded into hibernation by Gaia due to their territorial tendencies which led to in fighting amongst their race thus resulting in the destruction of a mountain or two. Unlike True -Ancestors, they have no magical abilities such as mystic eyes or marble phantasms thus leading them into seclusion in order to avoid contact with humans. If such encounter does occur, they are forced to kill the witness to keep their existence a secret.

They are literally immortal as long as they stay on Gaia. Combining that with their brute strength that exceeds the True Ancestors, they are Gaia's ultimate weapon and also his/her greatest threat. By awakening the 19 original Werewolves to aid Arcueid, the human population was reduced to 1% in only 1 week. The mass genocide was mainly caused by the Werewolves and their limitless blood lust thus causing them to attack any living thing in sight

In August 1 2301, the destruction ended as the Werewolves were commanded into hibernation while the True Ancestor was left to do what she wants. Gaia believes that the genocide was a form of tough love to the human race so he/she allowed more than 1 trillion people to live and rebuild in the war ravaged earth. Most of the survivors were either Magi or part of the Church who knew ways to avoid the guardians of Gaia. The new civilization that risen from the ashes of destruction is the world where the logic of the old world no longer exists and magecraft is widespread knowledge


2862 AD

Somewhere on the southern border of Mongolia

Michael Angelo rests his tired 6 foot, 25 year old body near a campfire in the middle of the night as he contemplates the events that happened earlier that day. Once again, the church has sent several 1st class Executors after him which would have been fine but this time, they sent one of his juniors which made the battle twice as hard as its suppose to be.

He tilts his head to the left to see his friend Larry Huges a couple of meters away from him with a halberd, a knife, a morning star in his chest and a spear shoved into his face . He was surprised how skilled and powerful Larry was despite being in the age of 53 and with the help of 4 other Executors, he would have lost the battle. However, the church seems greatly underestimate the 7th seat in the Burial Agency which Michael still holds after 34 years. If the 11 popes of the church wanted to kill him, they should have sent one of the other Burial Agents which he stands no chance of winning. Fortunately for him, the Burial Agents seems to be in odds with the popes thus refusing any assignments that does not involve killing any non humans.

He also wields the 3rd Holy Scripture, The Fake Pandora's Box as his first and last resort in any combat situation. Though nowhere near as strong as the other holy scriptures as a weapon, it does make up for its flexibility as an armory. It takes the shape of a silver suite case that is normally chained on his waist which was suppose to contain all the "evils" of the world and "hope". Out of the 100% net weight of the box, 1% is "Hope" in a form of constant regenerative magic for the wielder, though he will still die if his head or heart gets chopped off.

Another 1% is the "Evil" made by man in the form of 72 holy conceptual weapons of different shapes, sizes and strength. 12 of them are the originals and the rest have the same abilities of the originals but in a different shape.

The other 98% is the "Evil" from everything else such as animals, spirits, nature and even God (though that is up for debate). The bundle of energy fused and turned into a parasitic beast called "The Abomination of Desolation" which gives the user inhumane amounts of power per use but comes in a very high price. The Abomination slowly takes over the user's body per use thus Michael has only used it 3 times in his entire lifetime, each use lasting only 1 second. If not used for extended periods of time, the user can take back parts of the corrupted body part

The last time he used it was 30 minutes ago against the Executors. By using a Multi Dimensional Refraction Phenomenon and all 72 conceptual weapons, he killed all 5 of them in a single move which lasted only a second. He was clean of corruption after not using the Abomination for a few years but after only 1 second, from the right elbow to his fingertips is now covered with corruption.

At the very least, it looks cool Michael thinks while observing his right hand. Though grotesque, it takes the form of a black spiky gauntlet with red veins pulsing thru it.

What's the word that the young people use to describe this?... Ah! Badass! Michael laughs at the thought. Thanks to his running from the church, he was exposed to different cultures and made him realize how much he was missing out on. If he only discovered how awesome the world was 39 years ago, he wouldn't be such a boring person

Killing intent suddenly strikes him from behind like a dagger to the gut. He was in no condition to fight with every muscle of his body was near its breaking point from the Multi Dime- damn its too long thus he shall call the move MDRP-72. The 72 weapons are scattered all over the place thus using the MDRP-72 is impossible unless all of them are in the box. He could call them back but it will take 2-3 minutes for them to reassemble themselves to be of use and he doubts that he will even survive 30 seconds with his battered body. Right now, even one of those Executors could kill him without much trouble.

*sigh*... No choice then He pulls himself up and pulls out his favorite weapon from the head of his junior, the spear Elohim while he draws 4 black keys on the other hand. Michael has already accepted that he might fall here but if he is going down, he might as well go down swinging

It was a pitch black thanks to the clouds aside from the fire that he made. He cant see the enemy while the enemy can see him thus the odds are obviously against him.

Perfect He thought. He strain his eyes to see beyond what was possible causing the color spectrum that his eyes can view began to change. A second after activating his Pure Eyes, he views the world as a beautiful moving scetch , no colors, just black outline, white background and everything was transparent. Its as if God was drawing the world right before his eyes.

Where is the enemy? He thinks to himself. As if answering his question, his eyes sees thru trees and rocks in search of the enemy which he spots 30 meters away from him. He sees a woman with short hair, wearing a turltle neck with long sleeves and a long skirt. He also sees the insanely large mana being generated from the woman in the form of black smoke gushing out of her body.

Michael lets out a sigh of relief as he sheaths his weapons. He waves his right hand which recalls all of the scattered weapons back into the box by turning them into mist. He relaxes his eyes thus bringing color back into the world then sits on the floor. A few minutes later, a woman with unparalleled beauty approaches the fire. She had short blond hair, red eyes, white long sleave and long purple skirt. Definitely not the elegant clothes normally seen in the cold parts of Mongolia

"Yo Michael!"

"You should really stop doing that Arcueid-nee. I might die from heart attack one of this days" He said to the blond girl

"I cant help it you know? You look like the man I love the most and the woman I hate the greatest at the same time. Bluish Black hair from the fake nun and silver eyes from Shiki, you look too much like them." Arcueid said in an exaggerated manner as she takes a seat on the ground near the fire. "Have I ever told you I nearly killed your grandmother?"

"No... But grandma always said to be careful around you. Care to elaborate?"

"Weeeell... I liked a guy, Shiki, long time ago but unfortunately, I wasnt the only one" Her face then turns from reminiscing to pure hatred.

"After all these years, I still cant believe I lost to that four eyed, currying loving, fake nun! When I saw your grandmother who looks so much like her, I thought that I finally had a second chance to rip her to pieces without Shiki knowing! The temptation was... Er... Where did you go Michael?" Arcueid finally notices that Michael was no longer on the floor.

5 meters away, Michael moves out of the safety of the trees to see if Arcueid has finally calm down. He finally understands why his grandmother told him to be cautious around her. Even if she is the self proclaimed guardian of his bloodline, her odds of accidentally killing those who she is suppose to guard is insanely high. Michael drags his tired body back to the fire while still keeping an eye on Arcueid just in case she goes mad again

"Well... Thats all in the past so.." Michael said hoping that Arcueid's whimsical personality will save him from a potential bloodbath

"Your right. Then lets talk about the present. What happened to them?" She says while pointing a thumb at a dead executor

He tells her about the clash that happened earlier in what detail he can remember about it.

"I really hope they would give up soon. 30 plus years of running is taking its toll" Michael complains

"If you keep talking like that, you might turn into an old man faster" Arcueid teased

"I hate to remind you but I AM an old man. Despite my appearance, I am already 59 years old"

"Oh... right. I keep forgetting that. But seriously, 30 years of chasing just for a stupid box that gives you a bit of immortality? The popes must really hate you"

"Said the thousand plus year old woman who cant get over her loss against a love rival"

"Haha! Very funny. Now tell me why are they still chasing you or else you will wish that you were an old man" Arcueid said, her voice clearly stating that she was serious. Breaking under pressure, Michael simply answers rather than point out how childish this thousand year old sister was.

"I never told you why?"

"That's why I'm asking"

"Well, it all began 6 months after the church discovered that I could control the 3rd Holy Scripture to some extent. They commanded me to kill you, so I said no and ran. The end" Michael said as he ended the story short, too short for Arcueid's liking.

"As much as I am flattered, which I am by the way, it still doesn't explain why they would chase you for 30 years. Someone must really hate your guts"

"There is one pope that seems to be in odds with the 5th member of the Burial Agency. Since it was known that me and the 5th were friends, I guess the pope saw it as an opportunity to kill off one agent, namely me"

"How did he pull that off? You dont seem to be the guy that does bad things on a regular basis. There is absolutey no way they would spend so much resources on one guy"

"It was surprisingly easy. The thing that is inside of the box is called "Abomination". All the pope needed to was add "Of Desolation" to its name and viola, I became the ANTI CHRIST."

Arcueid thinks for a bit, connecting dots if you will, and finally understands how much crap his little brother is in.

"Oh... I see. By declaring you the enemy of the church, many young hopefuls will take it upon themselves to kill you. Sucks to be you" Arcueid said in a teasing manner

"Yes, It does suck to be me" Michael replied with a sigh. He was way past deluding himself that his circumstances can be changed by clearing his name

"Is that why you're going to join the Grail War in Apocrypha? To wish for the destruction of the church?" Arcueid asks. Destroying the church would give him freedom but also protect her sister in one swoop. But the answer of her brother was something she didn't expect

"Oh no no no. I like the church, its just the people who are running it are either power hungry or just down right insane. Besides, there's a lot of good people in it too, just like the 5th. He is crazy but good never the less"

"Then why are you joining that battle royal?" Arcueid inquired. No matter how much she thinks about it, if he doesn't want the church off his back, there is absolutely no reason for him to enter the war

"My wish? I want to be separated from this box" Michael points at Pandora which has refused to separate more than 5 meters away from him ever since he got it.

"That thing has kept you alive for all this time you know? It would be a waste just to give it up"

"Well... I guess its a matter of human pride"

"Pride as a human?"

"Hmm... how can I explain... Lets just say I lived beyond my allotted time here on earth. Sooner or later, I will die and when I meet Saint Peter, I want to be judged as a human, not some abomination" Michael said which was met by silence.

Arcueid admired Michael for his maturity despite his young age of 59. As an immortal being, she simply didst understand the meaning of an honorable death but the aura that Michael gives off made her a bit envious for some reason.

"You sound like an old man" Arcuied said as she giggles

"I hate to repeat myself but I AM an old man. Enough about me, I doubt that you came here just to chat. So? What do you want from me?"Michael said with a serious face

Arcueid look at him with a surprised face. She racks her brain for the reason of looking for him.

She forgot... Michael thought as Arcueid dove deeper into thought. A few seconds later she claps her hands as she remembers her reason

"You forgot about it a bit didn't you..."

"No I did not! I just temporarily couldn't recall it"

"That's the same thing"

"WHATEVER!" She said as she threw her hands in the air "Anyways, since you're joining the war, I want you to protect a couple of people for me. Their names are Emiya Kurou and Emiya Hana. I owed their ancestors a bit so this is payback"

"Sure I'm fine with- wait... did you just say Emiya? If you did then they are enemy masters, so I cant make any promises"

"You only need to kill their servant. If it cant be helped, you might as well beat them within an inch of their life if you have to. Just make sure that they don't die"

"Man, beating their servant without killing their master? If that's the case, I'm going to need a very strong servant"

"I really would like to help you but if the werewolves discovers that I'm favoring someone, they might go after me all at once. I may be strong but the thought of dealing with one werewolf is disheartening, dealing with all of them is just plain crazy"

With no catalyst to work with and an unfamiliar battleground, surviving is going to be a chore. Surviving while protecting someone is pure lunacy in every way.

"Consider it as a last request from your sister" Arcueid suddenly adds. Michael stops his thought process in shock

"What do you mean by last?"

"I've been active for too long you know? I'm going to get some well deserved sleep for all my hard work" She said in a laid back manner but Michael knew what it meant.

Active for too long means her inversion impulse has become too great for her to suppress. Sleep means she needs to put herself into eternal sleep or become an insane blood sucking monster. The thought of not seeing his crazy older sister depresses him greatly as it reminds him that he is now truly alone. He hides his depression to give his sister some peace of mind

"Well, I guess I can do that. Just give me some details on what they look like and a I'll do what I can" He said with the best smile he could muster.

Arcueid also sensed his depression but decided to ignore it. Letting out their true feelings will make saying good bye unbearably painful. She gives him the some out dated information she has about the Emiya siblings

The 23 year old clan leader, Emiya Kurou has spiky red hair, dark blue eyes, muscular build with high magic ability and specializes in projection. Though a bit hot headed, he is known as a calculating man and is not to be underestimated. He is most likely the one who is going to participate as a master in the war

His 22 year old sister, Emiya Hana has shoulder length black hair, light brown eyes, slim figure and wears glasses. Though she has high magic ability, her abilities is a few levels below Kurou. She inherited and specializes on Jewel Magic and Gandr shooting though is capable of low level projection. She gives off a strict teacher aura but is easily angered no matter how cool she tries to act. Normally acts as a support for her brother and is unlikely to participate as a master in the war

The Emiya's servant is Arthuria Pendragon of the SABER class. She is relatively well known as she has participated in all 5 wars of Apocrypha and the winner of the 1st one. She is considered one of the strongest servants in the war thanks to her Excalibur though her stats change depending on the master. She is also considered as one of the strongest SABER in history.

"So... Think you can handle it?" Arcueid asks teasingly at Michael who was deep in thought

"*Sigh* They have one of the strongest servant in history while I got nothing. Its a bit of a handicap but I'll find a way so don't worry about it and get some sleep"

"I see" Arcueid then stands and begins to walk away "I'm glad that I have a reliable brother. The war will begin in 1 year, don't be late okay?" she said as she waves at him

"Don't worry, I wont be late" Michael waves back

"See ya!"

Michael watches her back fade into the night. He has just lost one of the few people he can freely talk to which causes his heart to ache a bit. He lies down on the ground and drifts into a dreamless sleep.

With a responsibility from one of the most important person in his life on his shoulders, the tired old man steels his will once more.


1 year later. Beijing, China. 10 AM

Michael walks the desolated streets of the once bustling metropolis of Beijing though now commonly known as Apocrypha, the City of War. Everywhere he looked, the scars of war was ever present. The only thing good about the outer part of Apocrypha was the plants that has regained some of its territory amidst the urban jungle.

He heads straight into the heart of the city until he sees a massive creator about 300 feet deep and at least 3 kilometers in diameter. It was said that in the middle of the creator once stood an ancient marvel called "The Forbidden City". The records from the church said that holes such as this one was a result of a weapon used by the old civilization. It seems science easily outstripped magic in terms of pure power but the price was their ruin.

The buildings near the hole are all in working order as if it was a separate dimension from the destruction of the outer part of Apocrypha. It was a festive city 1 km around the hole complete with noisy merchants, children and the rare automobile. Amongst the crowd were people that gave off a completely different aura obviously out of place in this peaceful setting.

All of them were moving towards a large cathedral just outside the hole which seems to be the starting point of the war.

Good. I'm not late. I'll never hear the end of it from Arcueid if I lost my chance due to tardiness Michael thought as he follows suit.

Michael was surprised on what he saw upon entering the cathedral. The interior is one large room that has enough space for at least 1000 to sit comfortably and attend mass. Though the design and architecture was noteworthy, that is not the surprising part. The surprising part is the sea of people occupying the the space. There are more than 1000 people present and all of them posses the smell of blood. Most of them silently sizing up their future opponents while a minority are talking loudly as if confident of their chances of survival.

A massive presence approaches that takes everyone's attention and the ground shakes with each step it takes. A few seconds later a being 20 foot tall covered in brown fur and radiates an aura of awe, respect, fear and dread enters from the side of the altar. It radiates mana that causes most of the people in the room to stop breathing for a second from shock as this is the first time they ever saw the war machines of Gaea.

So this is an Original Werewolf. It is terrifying as advertised Though not word per word, it is the thought that passed through the minds of all that were present.

"Oh... Everyone is already settled... I always wanted to say Settle down everyone but humans are such humble creatures... sad.." said a voice that seemingly sent straight to everyone's brain. Though slightly surprised, most of the people didn't lose their composure and calmly listen to the giant.

"I am Nene, female, single and... well, I lost count after I hit 1500 so I dont know how old I am but I am the youngest of the Original Werewolves. I am also the supervisor and organizer of the 6th Holy Grail War in Apocrypha and... Well, that's it. Normally, us supervisors need to give a speech at the start... buuuuut its too tiresome so I'll go ahead with the important stuff. So, first up is the prelims. Make sure to listen coz I hate repeating myself!" Nene said in a laid back manner but of course, none dared to reprimand her lack of seriousness.

"Well... Its actually pretty simple... Just summon a servant... That's it!" said Nene which was met by the gaze of more than thousand doubtful eyes
"Wahahaha! Humans are so smart! I love it! The answer is YES by the way. Its not as simple as it seems. Not everyone has what it takes to enter this bloodbath you know? It doesn't matter how strong you are or how much nobility your bloodline is, if the grail thinks you are worthy to wield it, it will choose you. If not, sucks to be you." Nene said.

All of the people in the room were confident that they will be chosen thus none raised any complaints.

"Next on the important list is... Ah right.. The maximum number of masters competing for the Holy Grail is 1000. All wanna be masters can only summon their servants at 11:59 pm to 12:00 mn and not second earlier or later. " Nene was met with a silence of confusion " Your probably wondering is there such small time frame for summoning... Well, its because those who could summon first would be able to take action first thus an unfair advantage. Its only fair that everyone should start at the same time right? So my suggestion is to draw your summoning circle in a hidden place a few minutes before the 11:59 pm because after 12 midnight, its all out war regardless of your situation." Many of the audience nods in agreement. All of them know that servants ASSASSIN or ARCHER would have an unfair advantage in information gathering and assassination if they were able to be summoned first

"So, if you have a catalyst for summoning and know what your summoning, good for you. If you don't, you have to rely on lady luck in any hopes of getting a half decent servant... And that is the second purpose of the 1 minute summoning window. This will give the masters with no catalysts the time to familiarize with their servants while those with catalysts are searching for their targets." Nene continues. Once again majority of the audience nods in agreement. Just like Michael, majority of them are gamblers who does not have the financial flexibility to get a relic of a powerful servant.

"Next up are Non-Combat Zones or NCZs for short. These zones normally consists of market places, alchemists, carpenters, hospitals, inhabitants of the city... you know, the usual stuff. When servants enter these zones, any attempt to use mana exceeding the mana required for them to exist will cause a backlash 3x the mana used... In short, your sevants cant use any above human level abilites. They cannot enter the zones if they are in combat. Any servant made attack regardless of stength that came from the outside will be canceled out upon hitting the boundery field surrounding the town. Got it? They are called Non-Combat Zones for a reason" Nene said.

The audience tried to think of any way to abuse the power of the boundary field but Nene grabbed their attention once again

"HEY! I know what you are thinking but the penalty for misbehaving Masters are much worse than the servants. The moment anyone of you tries to do something stupid within the NCZs, I will personally chase you down and kill you, your allies, your servants, your friends and even your cat! Even if you exit the NCZs, hide in whatever hole that you can find, I can easily find you and kill you!" Nene said with fury, overwhelming her audience with so much blood lust that some of them peed their pants out of fear. Noticing her fury, Nene calms her down as quickly as she can before she accidentally kills someone. She takes a deep breath and returned to her upbeat self

"*sigh* That was close... I was about to start killing people... teehee" She said in a cute manner but none of the audience found it cute as they were a few seconds away from death if she lost it. "Anyways back to the NCZs. The city around the hole is the business hub where you can find some lands for lease that you could turn into fortresses or alchemic materials from all over the globe. But most importantly, the city is the only place where you can buy food. The money changer outside will take any currency and trade it for credits which are saved on your command spell just like those credit cards of the old world" The crowd no was no longer silent this time as a large majority erupted in protest

"Wahahaha! That was exactly the reaction I was looking for! Anyways settle down people settle down" She said and after a couple of seconds, the crowd calms down. "I know that most of you don't have much or any money at all but dont fear as there are a few remedies that can solve that. The locals outside or on the settlement NCZs outside the city might have a couple of jobs that will give you some credits. Another way to get credits is through the events that I will organize. It could vary from peaceful treasure hunting to a violent battle against demons depending on my mood. If your not the helpful type then there is one other solution, kill another master. By killing another master, you will get 80% of his/her net worth which includes credits, real estates, etc. So as you can see, being rich doesn't equate to being secure coz once other masters know your rich, they will hunt you down in waves" Nene said as she laughs out loud but the atmosphere of the audience changed. Majority of the crowd started marking rich looking people as their priority targets. The rich looking people who were noisily talking earlier grew cautious as they felt the eyes of many predators on them.

"Wahahaha! Getting heated up I see! One last important note before we end this meeting: Once the war begins, the entire 17470 square kilometer land area of Apocrypha will be sealed preventing anyone from entering or exiting the battleground. The only way to exit is either to win the War or somehow survive until someone does win because if you die here, you stay here, kapish?" She said as the audience looks back at her. All of them had the looks of soldiers readying to charge into the fray. Devoid of fear, pity or remorse but each possesses one thing in common, childish excitement.

"I, Nene of the Original Werewolves, Declare the start of the preliminaries of the Holy Grail War of Apocrypha! Go forth warriors of fate, destroy what stands in your way and prove that you are the one that will wield the Holy Grail!" Nene said. Her audience roars in response as if answering to a battle cry. They turn and head for the exists as quickly as they can for the first few hours of the war is crucial to their pride and survival.


11:50 pm

Michael was sitting a few kilometers before the Petrified Forest near northern border of Apocrypha after walking non-stop for a few hours. The rules and regulations seminar by Nene the Werewolf only lasted less than 30 minutes thus the potential masters rushed out of the cathedral to look for a safe summoning spot. Michael figured that most people would stick close to the main city for whatever reason thus the places farthest from the city are the safest.

He put some strain into his eyes to activate the Pure Eyes and viewed his surroundings. North, South, East, West and everything in between shows no sign of human life but he did spot a few rabbits somewhere in his south.

A man has to eat, with or without money... sorry in advance rabbits He apologizes mentally to his would be dinner

He looks at his summoning circle made of his own blood to check for any flaws in the design and found none. This is his one and only chance thus there is no room for error... but he is not naive. Age and experience has taught him to suppress emotions and think logically thus even with his great determination to win the Holy Grail, he cant help but expect the worst at the very get go. Without a catalyst to work with, the odds of summoning a weak heroic spirit from either ASSASSIN or BERSERKER class is about 85-90%. He would be ever so grateful if he is lucky enough to summon a RIDER or LANCER... even CASTER would be a godsend. The SABER class is close to impossible to attain. At the very least, he was free of any corruption from the box at the moment which may increase his chances... emphasis on the MAY because he isn't sure if the lack of it will contribute at all.

On another note, he was truly impressed of the designers of the war. When Nene said no summoning before 11:59pm, she really meant it. No matter how much prana Michael poured into the summoning circle, it would not activate at all. From the looks of it, someone is blocking the ritual while allowing any other spellcraft to continue uninterrupted. It takes a Magus of godlike abilities to pull off something like that.

The magic circle suddenly becomes active, surprising Michael. He knows that no matter his circumstances, it is now or never so he performs a tried and tested yet proven to be unreliable charm for success. He closes his eyes and recites a short prayer in his mind.

God, if I am not in your grace, may you put me there. If I am in your grace, may you keep me there He prayed. This is the one habit that he has done for years even though it has proven itself unreliable but he cant help it, he has nothing else to believe on. He points his open hand to the circle and begins the incantation.

Fill, Fill, Fill, Fill, Fill

Repeat 5 times

But when each is filled,destroy it

Head my words

My will creates your body, and your sword creates my destiny

If you heed the Grail's call and obey my will and reason,

then answer me!

I hereby swear that I shall be all the good in the world

That I shall defeat all the evil in the world

You, Seven Heavens, shrouded by the three great words of power

Come forth from the circle of inhibition

Guardian of the Scales!

His right hand violently explodes in pain forcing him to kneel. He was expecting a bit of pain from the command spell burning it self onto his hand but he did not expect the pain of his flesh blowing up from the inside. He checks his hand and sees that it was covered in spiky scales which means that Pandora activated to aid in his summoning. As much as he appreciates the gesture, he at least wanted to finish the war as humanly as possible.

Once again, pain shoots through his hand but this time, it was considerably less painful. He looks at the back of his hand and finds his command spell. It was a big diamond, in it is a circle and within the circle is a cross. This is the proof that he isn't one of the unlucky slobs who cant summon a servant.

Speaking of servants... He thinks and turns his attention to the summoning circle which surprised him greatly.

A violent torrent of prana swirls in front of him and after a second, it dies down and reveals a sight more dazzling than anything he has ever seen. The girl standing in the middle of the circle radiated an aura of awe as if she was beauty personified.

She is 5'2" with dark blue eyes and waist long blond braided ponytail hair. She wears a silver headband looking armor where the arrow looking part in the middle covers her forehead. She sports a silver choker on her neck, a black mantelet over her shoulders and dark blue cloathing beneath it. Her arms, abdomen and upper thigh are covered with silver armor. She wears a long dark blue skirt that doesnt cover her right leg. She wears cutoff black legging with silver armor to the legs and black shoes underneath it.

Michael was still speechless from awe. He quickly reviews the reaction of the summoning circle earlier in his head. It was too violent for an ASSASSIN yet too subtle for a BERSERKER, so it means that the card he has drawn was either LANCER, ARCHER, RIDER or CASTER. However... the girl in front of him is wearing armor suited for a knight... which can only mean...

"I, Servant SABER, have come forth in response to your summons. I ask of you. Are you my master?" The girl said in a young but dignified voice as if to confirm his thought.