Chapter one: Son of the Fallen
The mist coming from the blood-stained seal on the ground was filling the air. A mage was standing in the distance with a tomb bond in tanned human skin on the opposite side of the room. The room was filled with malice and contempt for the living. The mage's face bore the expression of pleasure and gratification at being able to accomplish her feat. The steam was settling onto the ground as the ritual comes to an end. As the fog cleared a figure was visible now kneeling on the ground covered in a black cloak edged with dark fur.
"Arise my servant!" The mage barked in triumph.
As told the servant slowly rose to his feet allowing the cloak to fall to the ground in an elegant fashion. He stood at a towering height of seven feet with broad shoulders and well fit body. As he opened his eyes the mage saw the demonic red color hue to them. He took in the knowledge provided by the holy grail into his mind learning the language of his master. He spoke a short sentence in a deep voice that resonated with the walls of the room. "So, you are my master …"
"Indeed, I am, I have summoned you to fill the wish of my family in the quest of obtaining the holy grail. So, tell me your name servant." She commanded with pride. A sadistic smile grew across her face. The servant merely kept his gaze on her but did not answer her request. He crossed his arms in defiance with grunt like sound leaving him.
"My name is not one humans, especially Christians, should hear. My name will not be spoken." He said sternly while seating himself on the ground once more.
"What! How dare you defy your master. I command you to tell me your name. I …" She stuttered at the end of her rambling.
The servant got up again now standing in a crouched position. He forced his hand out to the side flicking the black cloak into the air to allow for a huge axe to materialize in his hand. It was huge and double bladed with an edge on each side. The hilt was almost three feet long and completely black with a silver knob at the end of it. In the center bore what appeared to be a gem that resembled an eye. It was a deep red with a reptilian slit in the center of it.
"For now, just refer to me as saber." He gripped his axe with a firmer hand. "Besides you should know who you summoned with that catalyst over there." He kept his gaze on the mage. She looked at him for a moment have the realization slowly come to her mind as who this man was in the past.
"Are … you … really that man?" Her body tensed up in fear of the realization of whom she had just summoned to the modern realm. "Of course, it makes sense now. You are the son of Lucifer … Mammon."
Hearing his name spoken sent a spark of anger through him. He desperately hated the notion of people referring to him as the son of Satan. He thrust his axe into the floor shattering and sending cracks through the walls. "I see, you are from a demonic clan of mages. You should have known who would answer your call with the bible of hell." He let out a frustrated sigh following his statement towards the mage. "However, I will accept you being my master for now since we have some company already …"
He walked out of the room to the field in front of the building. He slowly struts forward until he was a bit further out. Letting the wind push out his cloak as he took a stance that was a bit more guarded. A red aura began to cover his body slowly emanating his raw power for the world to see. His enemy finally decided to make its presence known by launching forward with fierce attack only to be blocked by Mammon's axe. The clash of steel echoed through the air and distorted it. The sound was followed by another clash and another. The strokes and swings were so fast no human could keep up with them.
He flexed his power pushing back the other servant several feet causing the ground to crack and shake from the pressure. He let more escape his body until a crimson red beam of energy shot through the sky. The air around him pushed outwards with the force of a hurricane. The surrounding trees and vegetation blew away with the force. In an instant he was in front of his enemy with his axe held high ready to strike a final blow. His towering figure made the action even more menacing. The other servant could do much but freeze in terror before the him.
"Wait who are you?" The other servant questioned before the final blow was given.
"Son of hell, Mammon. Now perish …" He swung his axe down crushing the other servant's spirit core and obliterating its body. As the dust settled all that was left was crater and mass of flesh slowly losing its form. He looked around to see if the servant's master was in the area but he could not detect any traces of mana other than his own master.
"Woah … that was a bit excessive don't you think?" His master spoke from behind him. She looked down at the crater just to see the dust rising from the force of the attack, but nothing else was there to show that it was servant. The witch was getting on his nerves. He could break the pact with his divine ability but decided she was an asset at the moment until he could get his bearings. He was much like his father in regards to not having a desire to serve anyone.
"This isn't a normal grail war is it?" He spoke with turning his gaze towards his master.
"You are correct. It is a true holy grail war in that there are two sides, one holy and one demonic. Each side coveting the grail for various reasons." She spoke rather causally in her answer to her servant. "By the way my name is Blair. My family has pledged loyalty to your father for countless generations." She spoke with pride and she had the right to do so. She was a powerful mage and with generations of sacrifices to his father he was sure they had gained something in return.
Being that this was a true holy grail war, there was a chance he would find her. He was sure she would be summon given her holy maiden status. He memory of her began to flood his mind and how his tragic end had come to pass. He closed his eyes and let out a slow breath to clear his thoughts. He hoped to find her but given the circumstances it would seem fate was all to cruel in this modern world as well. He looked back at the witch noticing what her sacrifice was and the power she had gained from it.
"So, what is it your request of the grail?" He placed his axe behind his back to have a sheath materialize around it. He truly did want to know what she wanted to wish for.
"I want the divine light. I'm straight forward type of person. The is what I seek to correct a mistake in the past." Her eyes looked off into the distance as she spoke. He could tell there was more to it but at the moment he decided to let it pass. It wasn't really any of his business as to what she coveted from the grail. But, obtaining the divine light was a bit odd for witch to want. It would make more sense to want the fire of hell. "What is your wish?" She still wasn't looking at him clearly not expecting an answer or at least not a serious one.
"The same, I desire to fix something." He paused and wondered if that was a simple enough answer and decided to change the subject. "Are there any other details to this grail war?"
"Only one, each side summon their respective servants until all have been summoned and slain. When one dies they can summon another to that class. Each side has a certain amount of heroes to draw from." Her face took a more serious look to it, "The holy side will definitely replace the one you have slain tonight. Most likely with one that was a bit more powerful."
"I see, then we should expect a harder fight from here on then." He placed his hands in his pockets as he closed the distance between them. "So were to now?"
"We will have to go to the sacred ground of Israel. That is where the grail will materialize in the world. But being that it is on holy ground you powers will weaken …" She was cut off by her servant.
"Don't worry about that, it is more likely that demonic powers will hinder me than holy." A smile came to his face. His soul had felt something familiar from his past and he knew it was only a matter of time before that clash was going to happen. His soul also desperately hoped to find that holy maiden again.