The sheer force of the prana assaulting his person made Emiya grit his teeth, almost in pain, as he watched the grail crack and a pure malevolence within it claw and scrape, vile magiks erupting as it sought it's escape from within the confines of the Holy Grail.
'She can't stop it.' The Mage Killer thought desperately as he watched his servant's sword cleaving at the vessel of the Holy Grail, the legendary Excalibur actually cracking from the sheer force of the colliding prana. 'All this way, everything I've given and I damn the world instead of save it?'
He had been hired by the family Einzbern to win them the Grail, to win a wish in their name and to see their family receive an heir. He had given them their heir, Illya, his daughter. The one person besides his wife he had been able to let his guard down around, to act like a normal human being.
He had fought well, his enemies falling before not only the might of the Heroic Spirit he had contracted as his Servant for the duration of the war, but also by his sheer brutal tactics and personal skill.
Something Kayneth Archibald El-Meloi had learnt the hard way as one of his special bullets tore apart the man's magic circuits from the inside out, almost killing him. Rendering him a vegetable for certain.
In the end, he had persevered, together with Saber they had obtained the Grail, they had succeeded, but not all was right. As he had grasped at his fading wife's hand, her body being the Einzbern's container for the Grail, a dark pressure had lashed out, Irisviel's pale skin had cracked and burnt, her final scream agonizing. His eyes swinging to his servant he had swifty used the last of his Command Seals to destroy what was left of his beloved, to make sure that the beast inside the Grail could not escape.
However, it seemed whatever the creature was much more powerful than he had even begun to guess.
The pressure redoubled, and Kiritsuga's eyes went wide as the King of Knights and the legendary King Arturia let out a scream of pain as Excalibur's blade finally gave way, the young woman being thrown back in a wave of her own blood and black flame, before dissapearing in a flash of light as the body of his wife finally burst at the seams, a dark clawed hand bursting from the thrashing fire and grasping his neck in it's grip.
The pressure behind the grip was enormous and the fire had engulfed the warehouse they had been in completely, surely spreading out and engulfing Fuyuki completely with far to much ease.
As his vision got darker and darker, and the beasts cackles of joy echoed around the burning building, Kiritsuga Emiya allowed himself just one more selfish thought.
'Iri… Illya... I...'
And then his neck was snapped and he knew no more but darkness.
Fate/Cataclysm
A Fate Fan Novel
Brown eyes glowed steel in the dark of the night, 60 years after the rise of Angra Mainyu and the fall of the Clock Tower, the world had been ravaged and scorched as the monstrous beast made its way across the world, naught but chaos in its wake and the agents of death it left behind.
They had been running across the world for a long time now, not knowing where to go to, led by a force pulling them to where they needed to be. Right here, and right now in front of an impossible Apple Tree far west from the ruins of Acre.
Magic was no longer a secret everyone in the world having learnt of it that terrible night almost 60 years ago, as the Beast had been freed of its prison deep within the holy confines of the Grail and knowing magic had become a necessity if one was to survive for any kind of time.
"Neh, Atei?" a small voice asked from its perch on his shoulder, drawing and warming his eyes as he took in the form of his little sister, Nia. "Will this work?"
His eyes spun back to the intricate circle he had spent the last 4 hours drawing, raising his right hand to take in the patterned tattoo that had appeared on his hand and led to his running half way across the world, the design of a command seal granted by the ancient and terrible Holy Grail, an entry into a war for power unimaginable.
And to survive it he would need a Servant, an ancient Hero of legend and renown that would be summoned and reborn under his command.
"It has to work Nia." Atei Mazzella affirmed, raising his hand so that his Command Seal, the mark of a Master, was turned towards the intricate summoning circle which had begun to glow a fierce electric blue. "It will work."
In the ashes of our Ego and Defiance
We yell unto the Heavens, of Our Regret and Plight…
The 3 great families had been almost been obliterated when the Beast had been unleashed, but no more so then the Mato family.
Zoken Mato snarled as he batted away yet another creature come to interrupt him in the middle of his preperations, even as his ancient bones creaked and strained in protest.
The man had been old at the dawn of the Cataclysm, his Crest Worm familiars keeping him alive far beyond his natural life span, and even further to today.
His family had been dying out even then, his Grandson with zero talent for sorcery and his son uncaring about carrying on the family name or talents.
He had adopted the Tokiomi Girl, Sakura, into his family in an attempt to introduce fresh blood to the line, even going so far as to introduce some of his familiar's into the girl.
It had all been in vain though, that night, 60 years previous, when Fuyuki had erupted in black fire, when the world had been damned.
Finishing the circle, he gnashed his teeth at his right hand in anger. This was not supposed to happen, the world living in fear, he the only survivor of such a prominent and powerful family of mages.
No, it would not end this way, he would not allow it.
Removing a rusting silver shield from his back, he thrust the point at the bottom of the metal into the dead ground at the top of the circle, the red cross imbued on the metal dull, faded and chipped staring at him almost mockingly.
'Your God denied you dying will, Your God has abandoned us all.' Snarling once more as the worms beneath his skin squirmed and writhed in perverted excitement at the magic to come, neglecting to remember that it was he and the Einzberns and Tohsakas that had summoned Angra and sealed it within the grail in the first place. "You will not fight for your God Crusader, or his will. You will fight for me and mine." He would finally complete the grail, what the families had tried to do so long ago, and the world would be his, the Matou on top just as it should be.
…I Call to Thee, To Bind thy Service to my Will
But thou Eyes Shalt Be Clouded By Madness, and Thou Mind Lost to Rage…
In an apartment rotted out by neglect and age, a young girl with bright green hair and tan brown skin stared as a man with a green laurel and white robes, a crimson mantle flowing over his left arm stood before her, the broken dagger that had been used to summon him now whole and sitting in his right hand, pointing straight at her.
All Terra Shay could do was smile in excitement.
…Thy Rule is Iron, Thy Word is Law
Blade in hand, and Chariot Beneath Your Feet…
In a cave near the summit of Mt Fuji, A samurai knelt in a circle of swords, his soft white Hakama fluttering gently in a non-existant breeze as Aoi Tousen looked on with watering eyes.
Moving from his kneeling position, he raised his hands and the swords, previously embedded in the earth at the edge of the circle, shot up and slid their way into 7 sheaths on the warriors person.
Falling to her knees, she pumped a silver arm into the air, letting out a choked sob and a cry of triumph all at once.
...With Sword in Hand, and Blood Betwixt Thy Fingers
Forget Your Failures, Yet Earn Your Penance…
In the ruins of an old church, an old man leaned on a pristine wooden cane, his mobility and strength all but gone as he approached his 90th year, his magic almost drained and gone due to the strain of maintaining Archer for nearly 60 years.
Dressed in the traditional black robes of a Christian Priest, the old man shrugged off the heavy black coat, revealing a body covered in tattoos.
In reality these tattoos were command seals, and as a chosen judge of the Grail, they were his to hold and his to reward, should a situation merit it.
As the seals etched across his body thrummed with comforting warmth, he knew that the war had begun once more.
A creak echoed from the top of some rotten stairs drawing his attention, gaze focusing the blonde haired figure in black clothes leaning on the banister, a delighted smirk on his face.
Returning the smirk, the blonde haired man asked with a voice sardonic and mocking. "Tell me, old man. Are you my Master?"
...We Call Upon Thee, Heroes and Spirits.
Come Ride and Bleed With Us
And As Fate has Decried, Shall we Heroes Save Untold Lives
Ugh, I'm so fucking masochistic it isn't even funny. So, on top of all my other stories (Including some Original Fiction and other Miscellaneous Projects) I've gone and added an entire Fate/Scenario to my work load as well.
Good times.
Now before you ask why both Zouken and Kirei are still alive and why Shirou is nowhere in sight, take note.
The divergence happens at the end of Fate/Zero, Shirou most likely died in the Fuyuki fire, now the Fuyuki Purge due to AU, and Stay Night didn't happen, so there was no setting up of the circumstances that allowed for both Kirei's and Zouken's deaths.
Anyway that's all for now kiddies, until next time.