Thank you for following this story and leaving a Favorite. I will try to update this story as much as possible since I am in a fairly good mood and have found a decent balance in my writing. For further clarification on last chapter the main character in this story will be an OC with some liabilities given to writing his origins. As for the four great tumors of the universe ….well… they won't be making to many appearances in this story. Okay before you leave this story let me explain. Though the Chaos Gods will not being appearing their influence can still be spread by the servants that are residing in the grail.

Okay with that out of the way, BONE DADDY! DISCLAIMER INTRO YOU FAILED GOD!

Nagash: Once I get out of this prison and find my artifacts, I'M GOING TO FLAY YOUR SOUL WITH SKARBRANDS WHIP!

OH Really Now. Thats original, and how many times have you had Archon The Black try to break you out of this realm and reconstruct you again for…How many times has it been already, 4, 5 times he's had to resurrect you? Besides I promised Settra that he would get his turn of kicking your ass this Saturday. Seem Fine?

Nagash: (Gives Worried/Terrified Look) UHHH…. Warhammer belongs to GamesWorkshop and Fate/Stay belongs to TypeMoon. There you omniscient Prick, I did your minal task.

Good, Oh there's Settra's Chariot of the Gods pulling up to the front gate, oh he still looks pissed that Games Workshop hasn't renewed him and the tomb kings for Age Of Shitmar. Wheel he's got you for his weekly stress relief :).

Nagash: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Text index

Text: normal conversation

Text: Chaos, Lizardmen, Gods, Deamons, Grail

Text:Thinking.

Chosen Of the Lady

As the grail tumbled through the cosmos down and down the incessant hole of madness, the goddess inside of the grail screamed and anger. How did her plans get foiled, she had prepared for centuries for this outcome but she decided to get full of herself and forgot to make sure that The Deamons were dead and powerless. Now she was stuck in this realm between worlds forever to drift in this realm where madness and time where as inconsistent as the fickleness of the warp.

But as her unmoving form drifted she noticed something out of the ordinary, well as close to ordinary in a realm of constant madness. Just barely out of her sense range there was a weakened point in reality, a chance to escape! With a renewed sense of hope of escape the goddess pored her strength into pushing her vessel towards the barrier. But as she moved near her salvation the boundless energies of this great ocean battered her vessel as she sailed through the opposing forces. She knew that if she where to use the remainder of her power to break the barrier then she would be unable to have full control of the grail.

If she still had a face a grimace would be there. But her cargo was too important to let go of now. So she continued to push forward even though her consciousness was starting to slip and drift amongst the chaos. Finally pulling together enough strength she breached the veil and pushed her way through.

Finally after pushing the remainder of her power into the barrier it broke. She rushed forwards into the next world her consciousness fading as her vessel fell into the world.

Fate universe

California, San Francisco

It was early evening in the sun set district as a 16 year old boy walked down his street towards his home. He is 5'8, with short hazel hair and grey eyes wearing a black trench coat and a compact backpack that digs into his shoulder as he walked down a street of a nameless boulevard. This is Alexander Belmont, self styled nerd, student, Warhammer fantasy fan, and last member of the Belmont family of magi. Yes he is a aware of his status and knowledge of the Mid-nite world and its politics. His family was not fairly well known in the community due to their withdrawal from mage politics and the whole usage of magic and the overall disposition that mages are asshats.

His family had moved into the states to avoid the Association and the other mage families notice and reach, but such thinking was for the foolish or naive, for no one was out of the grip of the Association. But to fight his family was to tango with death due to his family's specialty in magic. You see certain families of magi have specific specialties that can be found in these families exclusively, such as the Einzbern family who specializes in the creation of Homunculus. But what Alexander's family specializes in would make any mage think twice on assaulting them, and this skill is highly advanced magic suppression. Having the ability to cut the flow of prana or od in a mage would render them almost useless. Whole lot of good it did his parents when the association sicked it's hunting dogs on them.

His current relaxed expression fades into one that conveys nothing. Eyes distant as if remembering a time best forgotten.

This expression begins to fade as he remembers the wargame that he was invited to by his local game shop. After moving to the states from England at age 10 he had gotten interested in the Warhammer fantasy universe. He marveled at the creation of this unique and diverse world with bizarre magic that could be compared to feats during the Age of gods. He was impressed that this was thought up by non magic users who probably had no grasp on the workings of mage craft. Most members would pass this universe off as a fantasy that humanity had dreamed up with their lack of understanding of magic. But Alexander admired humanity's efforts at new worlds where the rules of magic where different than those of this world.

But as he was reminiscing about times of less sorrow he failed to notice the presences following him. As he turned down a side street and into a dense set of buildings he then noticed his pursuers. The immediate danger came from three cloaked

"And here I thought that I would have a safe walk home", he said to himself. "Look if you want money I dont have any. Besides shouldn't you be harassing some rich prep students on the west side?"

The hooded figures started to laugh creepily and lifted their cloaks showing arms running with parana through them. Of all the things that were a nuisance to him it was rogue Magi.

"So the last son of the line of Belmont line lives here in this corner of nowhere.", spoke one of the mages with a smug and arrogant tone. "A fitting end for a family who disgraces itself by not supporting those who would be the masters of this world."

"Yah, your family has done nothing but disgrace the rules of magecraft and turned its back against the Mid-nite World. Proof of your death will surely please the Association.", spoke another mage.

Tensing Alexander slowly backed away from the advancing magi. Due to his lack of training and general dissintrest of the mage comunity his skills in magecraft where in terrible condition. But he still had access to his few magic circuits he had in his body which would allow him some help in reinforcement and minor wards, but would it be enough?

He was answered in this regard by a blast of ice from one of the mages. He quickly dodged the incoming blast then reinforced his arms as he prepared to strike the closet mage. The offending mage sidestepped the attack and slashed a the young mage. Acting upon his reflexes he dodged the blow responded with a sucker punch to the gut.

The hit connected and the mage flew backwards his head cracking sickly against the opposite wall. Undeterred by their comrades demise the other two mages doubled their efforts to defeat the Heir of Bel. Alex himself was starting to feel the backlash of his lack of training as his magic circuits started to burn in exhaustion but still he would fight for his self preservation.

He cast reinforcement again on his legs and tried to jump out of the ally way. Suddenly he felt one of his legs growing cold. He looked down to notice that his left leg was covered in ice. With the extra weight added to his leg he crashed into the roof of the building. Pian rocketed up his leg as he attempted to stand up.

"Damm this is the last time I am coming to the sunset for my hobbies. On a side note Practice Mage craft more often.",He thought to himself as he cringed in pain at the damage done to his leg."Need to make it back home. Could outlast them there….Uhg…..Hopefully I can set up the defenses in time."

His thoughts were interrupted by the two remaining mages arriving on the roof. Bouth smiled maliciously at Alexanders fallen form. Trying and failing to rise from his position Alexander was able to get up on one knee. He raised his head in time to see the two remaining mages lift their hands to finish him off in his weakened form. It was then that a bright object flashed into existence and hurld itself towards the three on the roof. The two rouge mages turned around too late to notice the object coming there way. It impacted the roof and in a golden explosion consumed the three mages. The force of the explosion shattered the roof and their bodies fell into the building.

Now in a new world the object looked for a way to preserve its power. It noticed the bodies in the building and quickly scanned them for life. It noticed that only one body still clung to its life but was fading. With no choice the object of light fused itself with the dyeing Mage. Holy power flowed through Alexander and his body began to change and heal. All he could feel was the pain of his wounds fading, and then he knew no more.

Unknown Location…..

At first Alex felt as though he was in a dream, his body unattached and drifting as if asleep. He then felt a cold warmth spread through his form, from his feet up to his head he felt the magic circuits in body start to fill, but something was off. He was sure he only had 37 circuits in his body, then why did it feel like the amount had tripled? He knew the human body could only support a limited amount of circuits and the amount could not be changed unless there was an outside force affecting the processes.

Slowly he opened his carpal eyes and was stunned. Before him floated a cup encrusted in gold and flowing with ethereal energies. At first he couldn't believe his eyes, it was a Holy Grail! An object that could be used to grant any wish imaginable. He had know the stories and of the Grail Wars, but his family had never participated in the wars mainly due to the general distrust of other mages and the suspicion on the grails purpose of finding the Root.

But upon further inspection his shocked expression increased. The design of the grail was completely different than that of the one in the wars. This grail has, where the handle mets the cup, four medieval lilies branded it's sides, but the arches on these lilies where in the shape of moons. Recognizing the cup as a release of a world that he hadn't fathomed wild exist he immediately went on enhanced nervous mode.

"So the mortal awakens.", Spoke a humming and serene voice that seemed to resonate all around him."A shame that you weren't a Asur or Asrai. I assume a human will have to do. At least you have access to a form of magic, no matter how bastardized it is.", The voice seemed to mock.

Girmicing Alexander had already deduced the origin of the voice. Knowing who it was nearly terrified him but gave him some small sense of hope. He knew that she was not as malevolent as the other gods but she was none the less dangerous. Shifting his form so that he appeared as a calm and collected he smirked and replied to the voice.

"So what did I do to draw the attention of the Lady of Bretonnia, or do you go by your real name these days? Lileath, goddess of the moon, patron of Prophets, and Mistress of plots.", replied Alexander to the revealed goddess. The Grail started to glow ominously and whips of violent fay energies whipped around him but never touched him.

"HOW DO YOU KNOW THIS MORTAL!", The goddess raged at him. She was unhappy that some unknown mage wantabe knew of her greatest ploy that she had been keeping up for the past several thousand years. She was down right furious at this mortal. But he just smiled and slowly took step back.

"Your an elder god of the Asur, look into my mind and the answers will be there.", He replied as calmly as possible. He knew taunting a god of plots was probably a bad choice he knew that she needed to understand the position that she was currently in and the state of the current world. So he opened his mind as a tendril of fay energies shot into his head. He could feel the goddess mill through his mind, at first they were violent motions that nearly tore his form apart but they grew calm as time progressed.

Eventually her tendril retreated from his body and silence filled his mind scape. Lileath was speechless, for once there was a time when she knew not what to say. This mortal man in front of her knew more about her universe of origin than even she knew. He knew everything, each betrayal, battle, Alliance, race, and god. He knew what she had done during the time of ending, or more purposefully, The End Times.

Sensing her unease Alexander sighed. His extensive knowledge of Warhammer Fantasy was daunting and hard to comprehend, but when a god of that said universe learns that you have the most complete analysis of their universe and everything in it then they will be more than willing to listen to you.

"Look I understand what you did was to save your people and all others in the Old world, Really I do. But this is a new world with new rules.", Alexander explained to her. "But if you were drawn to this new world then you should tell me, since you Have nothing better to do.", He then asked her, trying to make sure not to piss her off.

After a several moments he received his answer.

"Very well, I will tell you of how it all went wrong.", She answered him. And so she explained the events that had lead up to her exodus from the doomed cycle. Alexander listened to the story from beginning to end and was amazed at the strength that she must have used to draw in all those souls into her chalise. He also started to feel bad for her, because this was the second time she had failed to save her world and loved ones. But then he started to think.

"Humm...It could be a possibility….But what about the risks…..No I must try she has saved my life and now I must repay….Now I must be the guardian of her grail.",He thought to himself. He moved from his position and went up to the grail with a determined goal in mind. He stopped by the Grail and then spoke. "I know that you want to fix your mistakes and you blame yourself for the destruction of both Haven and The Old World but I may have a solution to your problem.", He told her cup form. Since she had no form that could be seen from his sight he took her silence as permission to continue. "In this world there is a competition to achieve a single true wish. A war if you wish to call it, where mages summon a hero from the worlds past. Together the master and Servant fight to eliminate all other masters and claim their dues.", He continued to explain to the Perplexed goddess. "And it is called The Holy Grail war."

At the conclusion of his explanation he noticed that the grail glowed slightly. He noticed this and from the glow arrived a figure. This figure was in the guise of a tall woman with features that would seem too beautiful for any mortal being. She was draped in a gown that would appear to be made of moonlight, and wore a crown that glowed with fay lighting. She looked at him her eyes telling him that she was interested in the continuation of his explanation. Alexander then took to a knee and bowed his head, showing that she was his superior.

"I know that I overstepped my boundaries on my knowledge of you and your great secret, but I owe my life to you my lady for saving me. And I sware on your name, That which is sacrosanct I shall preserve. That which is sublime, I will protect. That which threaten, I will destroy. For I will be your Guardian of your grail in the war to come. If you will take me.", He claimed as he bowed to her. She smiled, albeit softly recognizing the similar vow given by those that she deemed worthy of her blessing.

She bade him to raise his head and to look at her. As she looked into his eyes she was surprised to see that he meant everything he had said, the conviction that burned in his eyes showed nothing but honesty. He showed her that he would achieve her wish no matter the cost. She also realized that she was being unreasonable when she first met him, for she had known humans that would uphold their tenants and vows to her even if they had treated her with some form of dissent in the past.

"I see that I made the right choice in a host for my most sacred of treasures. You have shown me a gleam of hope that may still exist for the preservation of all those I carry. Yes mortal you shall be my guardian in this coming war. But we will fight this war on our terms. Also I believe that for all our talk you haven't introduced yourself.", She said to her carrier. He blushed in slight embersement for forgetting to introduce himself.

"Ah, my apologies my lady, I am Alexander Belmont, last son of the Belmont family. At your eternal service.", He bowed to her as he introduced himself. Her smile brightened as she saw his introduction. She then Raised her hands and in them water started to pool inside them. Alexander raised his head and looked at her. He knew what this ritual was and he accepted the consequences of his actions.

"Drink and be reborn, Grail Knight.",She proclaimed. Alexander took her hands in his and opened his mouth. As she poured the contents in her hands down histhroat he could feel the substance change his very being. A great warmth flowed from his body and his aura gained the appearance similar to his goddess.

And thus the first Grail Knight came into a new world.

Please Review and Give Constructive feed back. I desperately need it. Also Leave your suggestions for Heroic servants, but there are rules. No one from

Warhammer 40k, can come from both Age of shit-uhm-Sigmar and Fantasy, list classes. Thank you for reading.