Written by Z0mb1ehunter789

December 30, 2019

Garrett Volodin.

To others it would be just another sealing designate. Just another job.

Now while this is the case for him, this is also his younger brother. Garrett Volodin, the younger brother of Dmitiri Volodin.

It was a kick in the teeth to learn that his beloved younger brother had done something to even warrant the Clocktower to issue a sealing designation. This was the same younger brother that he used to play in the family home with, the same one that would always go to him when he would get stumped. It made Dmitiri feel like a failure as a brother, and that was a feeling he hated more than anything.

He was the older brother, the prodigy, the one that inherited the family crest. It was his job to help his brother when he was in trouble. To gain a sealing designation... Dmitiri didn't want to begin to think of what his brother had began working on, though he hoped it wasn't Undead Apostles.

He didn't think he'd be able to look at his family again if that were the case.

Though here is the conundrum for Dmitiri, he is an Executor. Specifically he is the Executor chosen to hunt down Sealing Designate Garrett Volodin. It was a test, he knew. His family was still a young family, and the older families' of the Clocktower wouldn't want new blood encroaching their turf with no boundaries. Boundaries he knew to be harsher than for the upper echelon.

It was also for this very reason he was saddled with being "honored" with becoming a master for the Grail War in Rome. Oh he knew that the last "real" Grail War was in 2004 in a Japanese city called Fuyuki. He also knew that the catalyst sitting in front of him was provided by the church under conditions, ones that he was ok with only because he planned on summoning Berserker.

Those of the clergy around him didn't particularly know that fact, or the fact that he won't guarantee their safety when his servant is summoned. It truly was beautiful irony that the piece of metal in front of him is said to come from the spear that pierced Jesus's side, and that he was going to use it to summon the mad servant.

Dmitiri would openly admit that he doesn't care for the war, or the idea of some penultimate wish granting device. If reaching the Root was truly possible, then why hasn't any known mages done it? He is pretty sure it would have been recorded in his legend if Merlin or Morgan did so, but it wasn't. If the two greatest magi to ever walk the Earth couldn't reach the Root in their life time, then how could someone like him?

He knew he was powerful, he knew he was a prodigy, but to compare himself to Merlin or Morgan? It was foolhardy when he struggled to beat most of the Veteran Executors.

He sighed as he shook his head and refocused on the task at hand, or more specifically Lord El-Melloi II. The Lord of the Clocktower had for some reason saw fit to teach him about the Grail War and the do's and do not's on being a Master. It was all really nice and all but it felt more like he was trying to get Dmitiri to join the army of a group that isn't the Clocktower or Church.

It was strange to say the least.
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December 31, 2019

He was still chuckling on his plane ride to the capital of Italy. The sheer terror on the those clergymen's faces when Berserker appeared before him in the middle of that circle. It was like they truly believed that there was a higher power that could save them from him killing them. Though there was one thing that worried him about his summoned servant.

He can talk, even if was just to spew out insults about the Church and Christians in general. Which was not something that a Servant with Madness A should normally be able to do, or at least that is what he was informed on.

It was even stranger when he remembered that it should have been the Son of God that was summoned, and not his current servant. It made him wonder how the Church could have messed that up much.

He wondered if he could get that weird red haired guy to identify his servant... Oh who was he joking, he was winging this and that was just fine.

Though he looked at the "stat screen" in his glasses showing him his servant's stats and wasn't sure if he should feel appalled or gleeful.

Berserker

True Name: ?

Strength: A

Agility: D

Endurance: B

Luck: D

Madness Enhancement: A

Magic Resistance: E

「Christian Killer」: A-

It was the last skill that truly worried him. From what he could gather from the skill, it was the same as a weapon having anti-monster attributes but with those that believe in the Christian God. Now as a magus, he wouldn't claim to be a devout believer, but he could still be considered one due to his affiliation as an Executioner.

He nervously chuckled to himself as he looked out the window for a brief moment to note that he still had to time to catch up on his sleep before he reaches the destination for the war.

He lay on his knees before the man that he calls father.

Dmitiri was 11 at the time when his father took him to the family dojo and forced him to take everything he learned into an actual fight. Granted the man was a prisoner that was caught trespassing, but that doesn't change the fact that he had to fight a grown man easily double his age.

As he looks down at his blood soaked hands he can't help but feel a tinge of happiness, at what he doesn't know. He would like to believe that it was for being able to prevent his younger brother from having to go through situation by their father as well.

It was hours later after he cleaned up and learned the art of "cleaning" that he stood face to face with Garrett, whom of which was curious as to why dad had taken him to the dojo alone.

"It wasn't anything for you to worry about Gar. Dad just wanted me to do something for him."

He knew from the way his brother pouted that he didn't like that answer nor the fact that their father didn't ask him to help as well. It was a flash but Dmitiri caught it, a pang of jealousy. It was something that raised his anger a little. No one should feel jealous at having to take someone's life, especially when they were raised to be a Magus.

He felt it was unbecoming of his brother to feel that way, but he knew that he was jealous of the fact that his brother didn't have to and that his brother wasn't a prodigy at the family magecraft.