AN: This is my first story, and it'll probably horrifyingly terrible. As you may or may not tell, this prologue is heavily or nearly blatantly ripped off of Lsilver19's story 'Demons can be heroes too'. Probably because I really liked how it went. This is merely a prologue to set up for all the craziness to come, I hope I can keep you guys interested long enough. Welp, I hope I do okay, sorry for the long AN.

DISCLAIMER: This is a semi-crack fic. Mostly due to the fact that I doubt I can even come close to nailing a serious tone.

(Fuyuki..?, 1994?)

The landscape was riddled with fire, resembling a battlefield rather than a city to be inhabited. A boy, ignoring the cries of others resolutely continues forward, alone riddled with pain. A man, desperate to be saved after being betrayed by his ideals rushes over to heal him using a sacred scabbard,.

…But it wasn't enough.

Realizing this, he soon collapsed in tears, weary of the damage taken while searching for survivors. A voice seemingly from the hole in the sky calmly chuckled,

"May you be cursed to hell, 'Ally of justice', Kiritsugu Emiya"

Witnessing this, the boy had one though in his mind,

"I'll live for you, too."

Hearing this statement, the messy black haired man seemed to have a look of relief on his face, before falling unconscious.

Yet again, the boy attempted to get up for survival, only to be met with the sight of an approaching mud. It was black, like the one which had caused the flames, yet at the same time, all the different. Feeling a sense of security, the boy let himself be swallowed by it.

XXXX

Tiamat had been at a bit of a loss when she found herself gazing upon one of her children, one which was extremely young at that. His constitution was quite different to that of her usual children.

She immediately brought him towards herself, resting him on her lap. As it seemed, the artifact crafted by the fae wouldn't save her child, however, using the particular changes made by the artifact she decided to use an alternate method to heal him.

She had changed the boy to resemble a Magical Beast. One made of infinite swords, as if it were a weapon itself, forging itself and perfecting its' own existence.

During this process, her child had seemingly not changed appearance-wise, but instead internally. Burns and injuries were repaired with luminescent blades, as Avalon began to a permanent part of the boy's body.

After the modification, Tiamat began gazing towards her child in awe and affection. She had deemed the environment he originated from too hazardous for her child, and this place not appropriate either. As a mother to all her children, she could not help but to love them, specifically due to this, she had sent him away, so he could forge his path, and perhaps shine brighter than anyone else.

Though worried, she had decided to a small bit of herself alongside the child, in order to keep him in safety. Satisfied with what she had done, she sent him off, and slowly drifted asleep to dream once more.

XXXX

As I became conscious, a thought plagued my mind,

"Why am I alive?"

My heart was empty, I abandoned such a thing in order for my own survival. I do remember my promise to 'that man', I recall him being a 'Hero of Justice'… I wonder what that is. A strong emphasis on the name EMIYA is left upon me, however my thoughts are quickly interrupted.

{Hello.}, A voice within me says.

'Erm, Hi? May I ask who you are and what you are doing… wherever you are?'

I quickly respond, confused at this… person's? presence.

{I am merely a sword…}

'…I see. Do you have any idea what we're doing here', I deadpan after his vague answer.

{We are one in the same, most likely, we are in one's house considering the bed and furniture.}

'You're right… Hopefully I'll find something by searching here', I respond, leaping out of bed, losing balance and slowly standing up.

My small body reaches for the doorknob, slightly leaping in order to reach it. The door opens with a creek, and I see that I'm on the second floor after looking at the staircase. Another presence makes itself known by the sound of clattering dishes. I quickly make my way downstairs, noting that I feel much stronger than before.

At the end, I'm greeted by a woman with hair, its' color is a mix of white and blue. She's wearing seemingly normal clothes comprising of a pink sweater and navy jeans alongside and apron, however, two scaly horns stand out like sore thumbs. I have no memory of anyone looking like that, however, I have no memories in the first place so I guess that isn't saying much.

"Ahhh~!",

The woman says with what I'm sure are hearts in her pink eyes. Despite the sound her melodious voice seemingly having no meaning, I am quickly able to understand that she's showering me with affection.

Before I am able to respond, she quickly pulls me into a hug. Understandably, having someone beautiful yet hardly know do something so affectionate flusters me.

{I believe saying something towards her would be very appropriate}

"H-hello."

I dumbly say before pulling away while looking to other directions, "May I ask who you are?"

"Ahhh~!"

I easily understand what she said.

"So… you're my mother?"

"Ahhhhh~"

Unfortunately, she begins to ask for information regarding myself. Unable to give a proper answer, I confess.

"I don't really remember much from before the fire, however, I'm sure my name is 'Shirou'. I know this sounds selfish, however, could I choose my last name?"

"Ahhh~?"

"To what you ask? It's… EMIYA. I'm quite sure that man tried to save me… or perhaps be saved himself. Regardless, I feel like I should honor him in some way, as I promised I were to live on for his sake too."

"…Ahhhh~!"

After a short silence, she immediately responds with affirmation, seeming quite gleeful with my actions. I'm not sure why, however, it seems I give relief to others with my statements.

Of course, I'm quite pleased with this development, but before I am able to respond, my stomach growls. As this happens, my new 'mother' makes a noise resembling a giggle, before guiding me towards the kitchen table.

What I see in front of me, however, can't be called something that came out of a normal kitchen. It has love, effort, but it quite clearly resembles an eldritch abomination. Worried, I look up towards my mother, only to be greeted with a smile rivaling that of the man I met in the fire.

'It can't possible be that bad.'

I assured myself before taking a bite, promptly falling unconscious from the shock. I'm sure my mother's worried as I can see her rushing towards me with blurry vision, but that doesn't matter anymore.

{It would seem it CAN be that bad.}

It seems I'll have to take up on cooking lessons in order to ensure my survival whilst I remain in this world.

XXXX

AN: Thanks for reading all the way of this prologue! I wrote this out of sudden inspiration in an hour, so it's probably trash, but hopefully you guys'll review and help me improve