Chapter one incomplete/teaser

Not a single moan escapes me. My throat has been pierced by a rotting branch. My tongue was the first to be pulled out. My vocal organs have been carefully, carefully destroyed to silence me. I have no body to struggle in pain. My limbs have been completely severed. It's as if only me heart is still living. My body stopped working long ago, but my sense of pain alone has yet to fail me. Living and being in pain are one and the same. As long as I continue to exist, even as only a heart, the pain won't end.

For a long time, I have been left in this sunny spot. It is hope at its highest and despair at its deepest. How idiotic. It must be some detestable figment of my imagination. A misunderstanding coming from my insufficient awareness and inadequate experience. ... I repeat the cycle of pain and relief. It reminds me of the exercise repetitions I supposedly experienced in my childhood. Up to heaven, down to hell. West, east.

That's far away deeper than everyone like a cradle, a paradise of bloom without an exit.

It's not painful to have no limbs, to lose myself bit by bit. I'm just scared. I'm just scared of being nothing. I can't bear the lie of ceasing to be anything. If nothing comes from this, then this is nothing more than suffering for the sake of suffering. My body is on the verge of death. While desperately wishing to die, I frantically wish to continue living. That contradiction ... Men of older time called it hell. How wonderful I could hear a silver coloured song, To be honest I didn't want to die.

"I'm still alive?." My voice coming out in a soft murmur as I was having some slight difficulty breathing, my eyes slowly adjusting to the poor illumination within the cavern of Ten no Sakazuki. I could hear the sound of two objects striking one another in a repeated fashion over and over again creating an annoying loop which must have roused me from my slumber.

I attempted to get up but my body refuse to budge, I tried once more this time I managed to lift parts of my body a couple of centimetres within the air before my strength failed me. But I wasn't going to give up, I started to sweat and my breathing became more laboured as I endeavoured to lift my upper body once more, slowly but surely it was working as I managed to sit upright on the cold cavern floor.

Breathing heavily from the exertion, I tried to recall what happened after I confronted Angelica but it was all a fog, I couldn't concentrate as a piercing headache assaulted me when I tried to recall my memories.

"Yo finally awake Master?" A snarky voice interrupted my thoughts as I tried to recollect myself. Turning towards the voice I was faced with a shadowy figure wielding two weapons. My eyes focused on the weapons as I subconsciously begun my analysis, the weapons the shadowy figure wielded was called Tawrich: the left fang grinder and Zarich: The right fang grinder. A pair of reverse grip weapons primary used for rituals/ceremonial purposes or sword breakers due to the way the weapons are fashioned in the shape of a mix between a beast's claws and fangs. However the weapons themselves were weak and brittle when compared to my own, despite being wielded by a servant as they are not noble phantasms, the ultimate embodiment of a hero but rather a simple construct created by magical energy.

"Huh? What are you still half asleep Master? My face is up here you know unless your jealous of my smoking hot weapons." The shadowy figure smugly said as he tapped his two weapons together creating that annoying sound again.

"... your joking right." I responded half heartily as I turned my head upwards to face the shadowy figure. The shadowy figure itself was featureless and had an outline of a very basic human shape. Yet the figure felt empty as if it was nothingness itself but I've seen this being before but where did I, "That wish of yours, I shall grant it under one condition you must grant mine".

"C'mon, get up you look half dead." The shadowy figure laughed viciously as he towered over me with his dual weapons. I stared at the shadowy figure for a couple of seconds trying to make out his features but no matter how long I stared it remained the same, a black rough outline of a human then it hit me.

"Hahaha." I started to laugh uncontrollably as the memories started to flood back in with full force. I didn't know why I was laughing and crying but it felt good to release my emotions as a grin appeared on my face.

"Hello? Master? You still here?" Angra asked before going back to tapping Tawrich and Zarich together impatiently as I continued laughing while crying at the same time.

Wiping away my tears, I took a deep breath to calm myself down before becoming serious as I addressed the shadowy figure.

"I see, that's right Angra Mainyu we have a contract one that we would grant each other's wish." I could feel the connection between me and Angra, a bond that was vital to the two of us as I could feel his magical energy pouring into mine and vice versa. He needed my prana to act as an anchor as well as to sustain himself within the world and I needed his to live as his magical energy acted as my life force supply.

"Finally it's about time you back to normal yet Master? In that case time to go on a killing spree." Angra said as he brandished his weapons with glee in his voice.

"But just what is your wish Angra Mainyu the king of daemons or should I say all the world's evil." I could care less about what he represented for in a way I was just like him, after all I accepted all the evil that came with stopping the champion of justice. But I needed to know what his wish was for us to cooperate and whenever or not it would conflict with mine.

"... Hmm that's hard to explain you see to begin with I don't actually know my own wish, or to be more precise if I have one you see I don't have a sense of self neither form for I am nothingness itself."

"..." That didn't make any sense why would he save me then if he didn't have one unless... Pain coursed through my head as a line went through my head. "I can't bear the lie of ceasing to be anything."

"Angra you said it yourself you have no sense of self in that case why would you save me and create the contract." I didn't have enough information to make a proper judgement, but at the very least I could declare this with certainty that he isn't as empty as he thought he was.

"... It's a lot more complicated then that I'm afraid master, but for now lets assume you are right but that begs another question then who am I."

"..." For a second I thought I could see an anguished look on his featureless face as he entertained the thought, I could understand the agony Angra was going through for I experienced a similar situation in my life. "argh." Again the same pain from before coursed through my head as more lines appeared. "It's not painful to have no limbs, to lose myself bit by bit. I'm just scared. I'm just scared of being nothing. I can't bear the lie of ceasing to be anything."

Without realising it my mouth opened on its own. "You are who you wish to be, Angra Mainyu but if you claim that the being known as Angra Mainyu was empty, then as a being with substance you shall be granted a name, for now on you will be known as Angra Emiya."

Author notes

Lazy bad author whom only writes first drafts.

This is fanfiction so anything goes, if there are minor inconsistencies please ignore them. This is incomplete/ teaser due to my laziness, but there is a purpose for me writing teasers as it helps keep me motivated.

Its been ages since I finished the fate stay night game, but I might have to revisit it if I was to write this as it would be a combination of routes, mainly heaven feels.

Shirou is not aware of his connection to Miyu, he died before making that realisation as miyuverse shirou in the manga only realised it when Miyu was teleported away, while shirou was left behind cutting his mana supply. I've made it like this for a couple of reasons but mostly due to the nature of the skill itself, if Shirou is aware of the skill then the story progression would be very different from what I originally envisioned.

I had lots of thoughts for how would this progress, but it will be a massive pain to write so this would be low in terms of my priority list.

Btw the way character developments would probably be shallow as I am not combing through the visual novels just to write one fiction, at best I will take the core personalities of the characters from what I remember and then use that as a basis.

I could easily make it like fate hollow and its just a fake reality but no I am not doing that. I also entertained the thought that avenger was possessing this Shirou for various reasons but decided against it. I really shot myself in the leg by using avenger as he required someone to possess if he wanted a personality and body, so I thought about it and decided that there are two avengers in this story the one that is the embodiment of evil still in the holy grail, and the one that was summoned by Shirou the poor villager who was chosen as a scapegoat.

The reason he gets a sense of self without possessing someone is that a servant is merely a copy of the real thing put in a body prepared by the holy grail, in a way he is possessing the him that was summoned in the third holy grail war.

If someone has a better name for Angra Emiya feel free to pm me.