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Everything was on fire again. His very soul, having been sacrificed of his own volition into the fire again began to burn as it had for centuries. Despite his soul screaming at him to give up, he refused, knowing that when his soul expires, that the age
of Fire will be over and that life might well end. So he endures, the flames eating away at his being, reducing him, trying to break down his identity until finally, after seven hundred years of burning, the Chosen Undead's soul us used up… Or was
it was his sacrifice and suffering finally over?


"I announce - Thy body shall be under my command, my fate shall be determined by thy sword. Follow the call of the Holy Grail. If thou wouldst obey this mind and this reason, then answer my call. I summon thy Servant Assassin." The Woman cackled madly
as she finished her chant. When her Servant appeared however, it was not in the way that any Servant had been summoned in any Holy Grail war from the First to the current Fifth.

A pillar of flame shot out of the ground, almost overtaking the size of the magic circle that had been drawn. Out of that pillar, a human shaped figure fell, it's skin still smoking from the amount of heat that it had been exposed to for so long. The
figure had no clothing on its body at all. Allowing the cloaked woman to see that his skin was odd, even for a Servant, the figure's skin had no scars, no blemishes, and nothing to mark the appearance of a warrior at all. Worst of all, it was unconscious.

That was absolutely unacceptable, she was the master and so should be regarded as such. Unfortunately, forming a contract would have to wait until the naked figure awoke. Or would it? She could force a contract, after all; she was one of the most powerful
mages in all of history This should be as easy as breathing for her. Throwing back her head at the culmination of her idea, she laughed long and hard. After her own amusement was over she attempted forcing the contract, negative. Hmm, that should
have worked. There should be no human, hero or otherwise that would be able to resist the forming of the contract. Oh well, she would have to wait until he had awakened before finishing what she started.


Blearily, the Chosen Undead awoke from his slumber rubbing his eyes for the first time in over a millennium. Sleep, what a curious thing; he had had no need for sleep for so long. Being Undead did come with some benefits, one of those being that sleep
was unnecessary and oftentimes a waste. After taking stock of his own body, he noted that his scars were gone, every scar he had earned for his victories was gone, and so was the Chosen Undead circle that had been so ever-present on his right hand;
this signified that whatever had happened to him, he was no longer an undead. However, he was still capable of his pyromancy and he could still feel his bottomless box… Odd, there should be no connection to the box now that he was no longer an Undead.
Still, that was the Box that he had stored his most prized possessions in including his main weapons and armour before he had thrown himself into the fire. But just because his armour and weapons were there, didn't mean that he should equip or use
any of his good weapons here. Reaching into his bottomless box mentally, he materialized the armour set that he used the least during his adventures, seeing as no one should know of his full capabilites as of yet he used his wanderer's armour set
(minus the helmet) and his Astora's Straight Sword on his back along with Bloodshield for the first of the series of weapons that he would use.

Thus equipped, He stepped out of the room into what appeared to be the main corridor of some sort of Temple complex. He should know, he'd been in enough shrines and places of worship long abandoned to see and comprehend the area around him. As he walked
towards the entrance, he memorized the layout. After years of wandering the ruins of ages long past he knew the benefit of having a way back into somewhere. However, he was stopped as someone wrapped in a purple cloak appeared before him. Rather than
draw his weapons at first, he instead readied a Chaos Storm Pyromancy as he stopped and waited for this mystery woman to speak.

"Well Assassin, trying to sneak off so soon? We haven't even been properly introduced." She laughed, amused with herself immensely.

The Chosen Undead paused uncertainly, not sure as to how he would respond to that. "Assassin?" He queried while raising and eyebrow while he was unsure as to what that word meant when applied to him he had indeed been called worst in the past.

"Yes, I was unsure as to who or what I would summon, given that I had no catalyst to use; but you seem to be of some use. Now tell me, what is your name so that I may know the name of the servant who was able to resist being bound to a contract? "

"Name? I have not had a name for as long as I can remember." Which was indeed true he was sure that once he had been able to remember his name, but he had been in the Undead Asylum for so long that he had no idea as to what it had been before he was locked
in there.

The woman actually paused for a second, as she was unsure as to how to proceed. She had never encountered anyone; in the Throne of Heroes that did not have a name, even those who forgot their name in the legends were given new ones. Wait… There was one,
but he shouldn't be able to be summoned, no one has a catalyst that would be capable of summoning one of the heroes of the time before. And there was only one hero that didn't have a name from the time before. His titles were never said either, the
legends that were formed around him that became heroes refused to give him a name or a title. She had met the Knight Solaire at the throne before; he was a source of endless amusement for her as he looked for a sun that would burn forever but yet
at the same time, he had appeared saddened anytime he spoke of that particular legend as if there was something that he regretted from that time.


She shook her head. It was of no consequence. She paused and took a look at his stats and noble phantasms, noting that he had Independent Action of A+ but was downgraded to B+ due to his summoning as Assassin; his strange personal skill of Resurrection
surprised her even more. This one could actually be of use in her quest to stay alive. Thankfully, she had managed to find a way to keep herself alive without compromising the lives in the city. The Greater Grail that rested on the leylines made it
possible for her to drain mana and prana without compromising herself and exposing herself to any of the masters or servants of this war. Her entire goal after all was to survive. She had been summoned and betrayed once again. This time she didn't
care about the world and making it burn in retaliation. She had already made her master pay the price. She had no need of the Grail, her wish to be reincarnated into this life was unnecessary why should she care about reincarnation when the her life
would probably still dwell in betrayal. She would remain alive as long as she found someone who would be willing to give her enough prana to use and if not... there are plenty of unexplored leylines in the world and she was sure that Magus worth his
salt would be interested in mysteries from the Age of Gods and be willing to leave her be to supply samples of said mysteries.

"Assassin, I know that you are somehow able to resist forming a contract and therefore are not bound by any sort of command seal. So, I will simply tell you what is happening here and now in this war and will try to give you something in return for helping
me if you so chose. " Normally, she would try to hedge her bets and manipulate him, but there was a piercing intelligence that told her that trying to manipulate him would be a mistake that could cost her everything.

"What could you offer that would be worth it for me to assist you?" The Chosen Undead's raspy and rough voice echoed through the temple grounds despite the quiet tone that he used and the dangerous gleam in his piercing silver eyes. He withdrew his energy
from the Pyromancy that he had had prepared the entire time as a bitter haunted tone erupted from him. "I have no reason to be here, In fact; I have no idea how I have arrived at this time. I have been burning for centuries, my soul as a sacrifice
to prolong the survival of mankind. Tell me, what could you offer me that would match the price that I paid? I have suffered and died an innumerable amount of times to develop the skills I needed to get to the very place in which I sacrificed myself.
What is my blade worth to you? You who have skill in magics beyond any but the most powerful of miracles in my time? What will you offer, I have no need for riches, nor fame, nor glory, I have no semblance of life because I was born into death; what
can this sword honed in the fire do for you?" He snarled towards the witch.

Caster stopped. She actually stopped herself from hovering and allowed her magic to enable her to walk again. "I offer you two things should we survive this war, two things that it seems you have lacked for your existence. One, I offer you a chance to
experience life without a need for conflict unless you yourself desire it. And two; I offer you companionship. Not in a physical way but as someone who will stand by your side and be they're as a friend. I have looked upon your legend before, and
I know this; all of your friends died or were unable to retain their sanity even the one who you knew as the Fire-keeper was unable to keep herself sane in the end. I can offer you companionship and friendship until you no longer decide that you wish
it. These are my terms."

The Chosen undead paused and thought about the offer for several moments, giving himself the chance to see if it was truly worth it. And it was, having someone who would have been able to adventure with him would have made his entire existence much more
bearable then the way that he had to endure. "I accept." His voice rasped out. "But you WILL not be my master!" "No man should be beholden to another."

Caster nodded, that was acceptable to her. Having a partner instead of a fool or a lackey made some sort of sense to her despite how it rubbed her wrong to accept anyone as her equal in anything.


"Then perhaps we should see about finding something to call you then?" Sarcasm was laced in her voice.

Assassin shrugged, a name was of no consequence to him.

"How about Seva?" Castor asked with a smirk in her eye and hidden on her face by her cloak, knowing that she would get some sort of response.

Assassin just turned and looked at her, no emotion showing on his face as he continued to stare.

After several moments, Castor began to feel very uncomfortable. "Okay, fine we can find you a nice male or gender neutral name instead of jumping right to the feminine Greek names."

Assassin nodded and made his way back into the temple; if he were to help this strange one out then he would need more rest than what had been provided. As both Servants without masters walked back into the temple together Castor continued to spout of
names. "Alice?" A shake of the head was the only response." Alexander?" Another shake of the head, " Oh come on!" The noise faded as the doors shut behind them.

Edited:02/15/2017

Author's note: Hey guys! Dodges the SMG and Sniper rifle fire from the Halo and Halo/Star Wars crossover fans. Sorry that I haven't updated any of my Halo stories. But there's a good reason for it. I haven't been able to write anything that makes sense or that goes with what I have written for any of the stories. They just don't seem to fit. And, I've been working seven days a week since October and don't really get time to work on any stories. Also, I may or may not have gotten into the Fate/Stay universe along with trying to actually beat Dark souls I and II at the same time… Yeah, I know it's stupid. But anyway enjoy, I can't promise a set schedule for updates, but I'll be trying for once every 1-2 weeks. I might even try and get someone to Beta this fic Dreamfully stares at 'The Third Fangs' page, but no promises. As with most of my fics, I'm going to be taking a slightly more realistic take on things like Shirou's upbringing. But I'm not the kind of guy to release spoilers so you'll have to wait until next chapter to find out.

Assassin

ID: ?

Alias: The Chosen Undead

Master: Medea, Witch of Betrayal

Alignment: Chaotic Good

Strength: B

Agility: B

Mana: C-

Luck: B

Endurance: C

Noble Phantasm: D-A

Class Skills:

Magic Resistance: D

Presence Concealment: C+

Independent action:B+

Personal Skills

Backstab: EX

Resurrection: A

Eye of the Mind (True): B-

Noble Phantasms

Bottomless Box: D-A

Pyromancy: A-

Dodging: B+