Walking in the Shoes of a Hero
Prologue
So, I posted this one in my crossover ideas, and since it got pretty good reviews, so I decided to publish it on its own. Just an FYI, since this is just the prologue, the story will be an villain Shirou. If that's not your cup of tea, well, there's plenty of stories that might be. The story starts at the end of a slightly altered Heaven's feel, where Shirou is the sole survivor of the final battle.
Disclaimer: I don't own Highschool DxD or Fate/Stay Night.
Edit: Now Beta'd!
Shirou Emiya was going to die.
But at least he wouldn't be alone. To his left, he could see Rin's cold body, killed at the hand of her little sister, Sakura. And he'd been forced to kill Sakura himself. Saber was gone, killed by his hand on the way, and Kirei's black heart finally gave out. Even Ilya choose to sacrifice herself so that he could be spared.
But he couldn't grieve yet. Because the Greater Grail was still intact, and the black mud of All the World's Evils was still overflowing. He didn't have the strength to project anything strong enough to destroy it, and even if he could, the result could be the same as ten years ago. The risk of another fire, or potentially something much worse, made it a risky proposition at best to try and get rid of it.
Instead, he made the decision to release the grail's power in another way.
The black mud had already flooded the room. The bodies of those he cared about and the priest had long since vanished beneath the corrupting tide. His feet felt like they were on fire, but he preserved and struggled to where Ilya had lay. Even through the mud, a bright golden light could be seen.
Extending his right hand, the source of the light slipped from his grasp. Not surprising, really. Kotomine had said that only spiritual beings could hold the grail. But no servants survived.
"If I'm going to die anyway…" He sighed, wrapping his hand around the shroud of martin covering his left arm. The moment he removed the shroud, his death was assured. But it was the only way.
Ripping off the shroud, he immediately plunged his hand, Archer's hand, into the mud. This time, his hand was firmly grasped onto the golden cup even as every nerve in his body started to scream for mercy. His mind was already starting to give out. He couldn't even tell whether he was screaming or not.
Wrenching the cup into the air, he held up the cup and made his wish. The only wish he'd ever had.
"I want to be a Hero." He said as the mud covered him.
Obviously, since its just the prologue, it's much, much shorter then usual, but the next chapter will be normal length. I won't say when I'm going to be uploading the next chapter, but I'm going to wait until I finish the chapter after that, just in case I end up needing to make changes to continue the story.
In the mean time, if you want a sneak peak, I'm not going to be removing this story from my crossover ideas until I update it, so you're welcome to read it now. Though bare in mind that, as I mentioned, it could still be changed. Reviews are welcome, of course.