Think of this of this flower as our Prime Dimension, a world were history flows in a way that's familiar to us. But its not the only blossom.
There are offshoots.
Death.
Destruction.
My whole body felt calm compared to the dream's that plagued my mind as of now. The memory of my defeat at who was once my friend, my heart felt shattered. My eyes opened expecting anything then what I saw before me.
Maybe it would be the sight of the void of death.
Maybe the dripping of my blood before I would be finished off.
But what I didn't expect was the cold gaze of a total stranger.
The man was around my height, jet black hair framed his face, covering a single eye that was already obscured by the mask he wore. He was covered head to toe in a black suit decorated in tinges of gold a single. His hands were slack but his body held a sense of alertness to it.
My whole body felt the need to cower under his scrutiny, but the years of training under the Mage's Association kept my feelings of cowardice in check. I went to grip the seat to stand myself up but there was one problem.
My left hand was gone.
And I would have fell face first into the ground if it wasn't for the man, a genuine look of concern filled of what I could see of his face. I could already feel my cheeks heating up in embarrassment as he helped me stand up.
"Are you okay, you going to have to be more careful with that arm now." he said.
I heaved a sigh. "Thank you Mr.-"
"Victor, and i'm guessing you're the one who summoned me here?" Victor pointed to what remained of the summoning circle. His eyes darted back towards me. " And what may I call you?"
I fidgeted with what was left of my left arm, deciding that it would be of my best interest. "Bazett... you say that I summoned you but that shouldn't be possible." I said. From what little I saw before falling unconscious Kotomine had already stolen my command seals, I even saw a figure depart with him.
"Then I hope that mark on your other hand doesn't mean anything." Victor made a great show of pointing out the unusual sight on my right hand.
My heart beat into my chest as I studied the flow of mana grafted onto me. They were three distinct marks, a inky pitch black, they looked as if some three taloned creature clawed the back of my hand. They had the same pull on me as the marks of Cu'chulainn that marked me as the master of Lancer.
But I wasn't the master of Lancer.
I was the master of someone entirely different.
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I did not deserve to be here.
I was an eyesore, just like the many dimensions I destroyed myself.
But the feeling of concern I had for this woman, my master.
It was unnatural.
It must have been an hour at best as Bazett explained to me the situation that faced us. She told me the dealings of our contract and the "Holy Grail War". A battle to the death between seven servants and masters for the coveted Holy Grail.
Truly, the prospect of a single wish spurned feelings of home.
Bazett's face was pained as she recalled the last moments before her betrayal, but In her eyes I saw the spark of someone who destined towards the path of revenge. As her servant I am tasked with job of protecting my master.
Hopefully from herself as well.
"We should get going." I said pointing out to my wounded master. "I suspect this isn't the greatest place for you to recuperate, seeming as the enemy might come back to finish the job. If you have a place to stay I can lead you there?" I questioned her. She looked ready to drop dead at any second.
"Oh... of course we should be going." She gave a bit of a yelp as I picked her up, striding my way out of the complex as she quietly directioned me to her place of residence.
"What an interesting city." I picked my eyes across the skyline as I ventured through what seemed to be a residential district, towering buildings were dotted every which way. They definitely were big but they didn't hold the magnificence of what was the Spirius Corporation. Getting around this city will definitely be difficult, but I could always get back into the urban life.
"...And just take a left here go into that building." Bazett commanded, pointing out the apartment complex.
"As you wish mast-"
"Please just call me Bazett, Victor."
I complied wholeheartedly.
I set her down, letting her fiddle with the buttons of the elevator, as it brought us up to her floor. We went down the hall to a plain door white door, a keycard lock placed on the side. Bazett hurriedly tried to grab her key out of her pocket with her not so present left hand. Dejectedly she elected to do it with her right.
A chime beeped from the door as the apartment was unlocked. The room was plain but I could hardly be one to judge, my old board in elympios was as vanilla as they could come other than the large appliances that my brother bought .
A simple waiting room, framed by a simple window(curtain included), with a simple walk in kitchen connected to a simple bedroom with single simple bathroom.
He could hardly complain at this point.
The look on my master's face she entered was mixed between that of a lost puppy and a corpse. If it wasn't for my presence I wouldn't doubt she would passed out right at that moment. She quickly excused herself to a storage closet, throwing a pillow and blanket my way before shuffling off to her room.I felt the need to be courteous and wished her a goodnight, even over the dim of night, and her low voice he made out a quick bedtime greeting from her before the door closed and was promptly locked.
"Well that was rude."
I didn't blame her though, this situation was a odd one.
My hands straightened out the mess she made before looking over the sparse apartment. Nothing caught my eye other than the Kitchen, it was stocked but nothing compared to the variety I had home.
Hopefully we can work out the arrangements but as of now.
This is my home.
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