A/N: This isn't so much as story as it is a record of a Quest RP that I have on another forums. You can check it or participate if you want. You can see it here
forums . spacebattles dot com / threads / overpowered-servant-quest-nasu-crossover . 254100
Prologue:
The Throne of Heroes.
A garden that isn't a garden. A castle that isn't a castle. A paradise that serves as the final resting place to warriors and heroes of legend alike. A record for all those who left there marks upon the history that shaped the world.
Whether they were remembered anymore or not. whether their civilization or even their names where remembered or not. Whether they exist in the past present or future. Within the Throne, the memories of all heroes are kept safe and secure.
Untarnished by sands of time. Forever eternal. The Throne keeps the memory and records, not just of heroes, but also of those name, presence or actions had caused ripples within the world and the era they lived in. For that reason, even if its called "The Throne of Heroes", in there, lays other legends as well.
Murders, monsters, abominations. Oh yes, there are many legends within the Throne. Not just of heroes, but also of anti-heroes and villains alike. For one person's hero, is another person's villain after all.
Also there is never one version to a heroes legend, nor does that legend originate from just one world. The Throne exists outside of Time and Space, and for that for even on hero, there could be a near infinite number of legends and variations to it.
But there is no need to worry. All of this means is that the memories of all heroes are recorded and will always be kept safe. Within the Throne they rest. After their ordeals and trial they simply sleep and dream. Dream of tranquility and serenity.
For a long time it felt like all they ever experienced was but a long blissful dream. An enjoyable slumber that seemed to go on forever.
But then, it came...
The Summons.
A shout reaching out through the ether, clawing, grasping, trying to cross impossible distances. Yet against all odds, they heard it.
A call for battle, a call glory, a call for a champion to come forth and bring victory. And for their triumph they would attain...
A Wish.
A wish for a second chance, a wish for salvation, or even a wish for destruction.
Even without the wish they still have your own reasons for wanting to answer this summons, or they might have even been summoned forcefully.
There where many that heard it. Some lying in wait, some caught of guard and some prepared for it, but the one that ultimately answered the call was...
...The last person who should have received it.
"Hey kids. Wanna see a dead body?"
