Illyasviel Von Einzbern gazed upon the figure in front of her diminutive frame. Even restrained by magically enhanced chains and silenced by a spell, the Heroic Spirit looked no less intimidating than when it was summoned. The Heroic Spirit before her was clad in some sort of scaled upper body armour, black metal leggings with dark blue cloth hanging off the waist and an odd pair of gauntlets, with only the left being armoured. The spirit lacked a helmet to finish off its armoured look, and instead wore a ragged face mask. Fierce golden eyes stared down at Illyasviel as the homunculus appraised the spirit she had summoned. If it wasn't for the spirit's eyes, temperament, stature and the fact it was a Heroic Spirit, Illyasviel might have thought it a fellow homunculus with the pure white hair the warrior sported.
Perfectly managed, snow white hair brushed to the spirits side greatly contrasted with the rest of the spirit Illyasviel mused. The Heroic Spirit in front of her looked like a warrior that had gone through many trials, and that was just based on its armour alone. The Spirit's height only boosted this perception, it was simply a unnaturally tall woman. Illyasviel almost had to look directly up to gaze into her summons eyes.
There was this, and then there was the weapon the Heroic Spirit had brought along. Illyasviel turned her head to look at the thing beside the spirit. It was a massive weapon, one unlike she had ever seen before. It was like a sword mounted onto a spear. This alone would not be so unusual, if it wasn't for the fact the sword part was the same size expected of a two handed weapon. Usually the blade would be smaller, to compensate for being on a pole. But apparently the spirit she had summoned had no need for this, Illyasviel had gained that idea from the brief glimpse of combat she had seen.
The childish woman had been quite unhappy when she discovered it wasn't the Heroic Spirit Heracles she had summoned, rather an unknown one. The Einzberns had scoured through history books and simply couldn't find a hero that matched the appearance of the one Illyasviel had summoned. It had clearly stumped the family. They considered themselves experts on the Holy Grail War and everything it entailed, enough so to meddle with summoning Heroic Spirits. Last time they had summoned the one they wished to, as disappointing as Avenger had turned out to be. But this time, it wasn't the Heroic Spirit they aimed for. The class was the same, yes, but it wasn't Heracles.
Whoever the spirit in front of her was, the Einzberns had no idea who Berserker was.
How they failed to summon Heracles was even more confusing. They had literally used a slab of rock from his temple. It was nearly a perfect catalyst.
But they had summoned an unknown woman.
Illyasviel was going through a mixture of emotions regarding that.
The diminutive woman let out a little sigh as she turned to exit the room, feeling the burning gaze of Berserker on her back. It didn't matter who the woman, who the Heroic Spirit was. Berserker was more than capable. The rampage she had gone on when summoned had proven that. Berserker had utterly destroyed any defences the Einzberns had put in place. They had expected a insane Heracles after all. Defences designed to contain one of, if not the most well known heroes simply crumbled under the might of this Berserker. The woman had simply moved through them, unconcerned, attacking everything that wasn't Illyasviel. Even under the veil of madness, Berserker knew who had summoned it and didn't move once to attack her.
Yes, this servant would do nicely. It was no Heracles, but it easily held enough power to contend with the hero of legends. With a Strength stat of B, Agility stat of A, Endurance stat of A+, Mana stat of B+ and Luck of D, Berserker was easily a top tier summon.
Illyasviel wondered what type of legend the woman must have had to be summoned with such exceptional stats, even while remaining an Unknown servant.
Illyasviel looked forward to seeing her so called brother. The boy that Emiya Kiritsugu had abandoned her for. Jubstacheit had informed Illysaviel when it had finally dawned on her that Kiritsugu wasn't coming back. She had held onto hope for months, nearly a year. But with each passing day that her beloved father didn't make an appearance, she grew doubtful.
To be told that Kiritsugu had been caring for a different child, it was crushing.
It spawned a desire, a need for answers. Why would Kiritsugu have done it?
One thing that Illyasviel would learn, is why Kiritsugu had abandoned her for a boy. Had her father had an affair? Even with her low opinion of the man, she doubted that. She could remember the love he had shown her mother. It mattered not, the boy would tell her.
She was looking forward to finally leaving the Einzbern lands, if she was honest. Even if only for such dark reasons. Turning to face Berserker once more, their eyes connected. Illyasviel swore she could have seen a odd look in the woman's eyes, but it was gone as quickly as she noticed it. The intense glare returned to those hauntingly golden eyes, making Illyasviel physically withdraw slightly. It seemed her summon wasn't exactly the happiest it could be.
The Mad Enhancement was only rated at a D+ so the Servant still seemed capable of thought and emotion. Illyasviel could strengthen the Enhancement to a B+ if need be, in turn increasing Berserker's strength to a A. She hadn't just stood around and watched her Servant this whole time after all, she had tried several things.
Even with the low Mad Enhancement rating, there were only flashes of emotion and thought in her Berserker. Perhaps the woman was simply a naturally stoic being. It would explain the familiarity to the Homunculus that Illyasviel couldn't help but notice.
Turning on her heel, she began the walk to her room. She had to get her rest for the trip tomorrow. Germany to Japan was quite the distance.
She would finally be able to meet her 'brother' after all this time.
Even if the boy summoned a Servant, even if by some miracle it turned out to be a Saber class Servant. He stood no chance against her and her Berserker.
A sinister smirk appeared on her face, looking greatly out of place on such a young visage.
No chance at all.
Emiya Shirou would answer her questions, and then most probably die.
Berserker would make sure of that.
AN: Right this is just a little mix I think I'll enjoy continuing. It won't be a large story by any means.
I can fully admit I don't know terribly much about the Fate universe, so if any mistakes have been made or if you think Berserker's stats make no sense be sure to let me know. Kindly would be nice.
I've already changed several things about it, namely the circumstances of Illyasviel and Berserker's summoning. Illyasviel in this will be acting more of her age, which resulted in her summoning of Berserker being only one day before the Grail War. With a more responsible and capable Illya, I don't see why the Einzberns would force her to summon a month in advance.
As for the Dark Souls side, I'd say I know a bit more about that but I'm still hardly an expert. Yes the Ashen One's equips are about as basic as you can get, but damn that fashion looks nice. Plus at least it's not a carthus curved sword amirite.