A/N:

While reading a certain fic (Dark Evangel's Final Task by fg7dragon), I became aware that a purge happened recently on this site to delete stories with explicit contents such as violence, gore, and sexual materials. As I am fairly new to this site and most of my stories contain lots of blood and ruthless violence, it is quite disturbing to hear of this. We publish our stories on this site because we have a vision that we want to share with others right? Though not everyone may like what we write, why can't they just ignore it and read something else? Going so far as having the many amazing stories published by excellent authors deleted due to a certain group of people is just plain horrible. Why ruin it for people who do enjoy them?

Anyways, I know I should focus on writing the prequel to this story but the plot bunnies just won't leave me alone! I know it's bad of me to be doing this but I just can't stop myself. I'll try to at least have them updated equally but as we know, inspiration just isn't something that can be forced so please don't expect too much. Writing two stories at the same time is still too much for a noob like me.

All of Accelerator's powers that seem new all came from his experiences in the ZnT world. I hope to cover how he got them in the prequel.

Just to make things clear, Accelerator is not a Servant, hence the quotes.

Chapter 1: "How old are you?"

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Ilyasviel watched Sella wipe her walls clean of her teacher's blood while Leysritt carried the body outside to be disposed of in secret. Out of all the people in the castle, she trusted these two the most as they are the only ones who seemed to sincerely care about her. Her young, childlike thoughts are full of worry and excitement. If her grandfather finds out about this, then she will surely be punished s horribly that she can't even imagine it.

On the other hand, the excitement she was feeling at the moment as she stared at her familiar overcame every other feelings she had.

She had given him clothes to wear as he was naked when he was summoned. His thin figure seemed to hide raw power that he seemed to have trouble keeping in check. Prana came out of him in large bursts which he channeled to his sword. After inspecting the bounded fields that covered the castle by placing his hand on the floor, he scowled and headed back to her.

"Ilyasviel." He said, the words sounding strange as he tried to pronounce it correctly. He put a hand on his chin as he regarded her thoughtfully. "How old are you?"

"I'm six and a half." She answered, curious as to why he was looking at her with confusion.

"Oi, oi. Are you telling me I wasn't summoned as a Servant?" The boy face palmed, looking at her hands. Sure enough, no command seals could be seen...

Thinking back on it now, she had referred to him as Gandalfr, the class of human familiar that he was summoned as in his previous life. The runes on his hand proved that to be the case.

Such a shame. I really wanted to fight one of those things they call Heroic Spirits... but wait, where isn't there supposed to be another war going on at this time? If the brat is about seven, then shouldn't the fifth war happen ten years later? He grinned. It looks like he will get to have some fun after all.

Something that bothered him though was the different surge of mana inside the girl. It feels too similar his previous master's during his second life...

When he had first laid eyes on Ilyasviel, he immediately recognized her and the world he was summoned to. He was surprised at first to see the living version of one of his favorite characters from the game he was addicted to in his first life. Though her being a void mage certainly wasn't included in the description...

He checked his body. It is the same replica as he had after his death as the pink haired midget's familiar. He also seems to retain all the abilities he acquired during his first and second lives. This included adjusting his Personal Reality as he deemed fit.

Sella and Leysritt finished their job and poured tea for Ilya, sparing curious glances at the white haired boy as his sword drank the bloodstains on it.

Ilya frowned, flipping through her book. "The runes on your hand definitely classifies you as Gandalfr but... this book doesn't mention anyone like you at all..."

Gandalfr took the book from her hands and fanned its pages, memorizing the contents as it blurred by. To his surprise, the story is almost identical to his experiences in his second life with major differences in events. Another thing he noticed was that instead of him, a boy by the name of Hiraga Saito was summoned instead. He scoffed at how weak his counterpart is. His great achievements in his second life greatly overshadowed the other boy's simple accomplishments. Merely stalling an army of seventy thousand? Pfft, he decimated them in mere seconds! Not to mention they even made him the king!

He grimaced at the memory. Being royalty didn't sit well with him as he was forced to accept the position. His rule was, to say the least, very... interesting...

"I suppose you are Mr. Derflinger." Ilya addressed the sword and curtsied. "I have read all about you, the blade of legends. I hope we can get along." She gave it an angelic smile.

"Finally... someone who recognizes my brilliance..." It made sobbing sounds, no doubt crying tears of joy at having been recognized. "I'm liking you already!"

"And may I ask what is your name?" She inquired politely to the boy.

"Call me Accelerator."

"Akusereta?"

"Close enough."

They talked until midnight after that. She told him of her parents and how they went to Fuyuki City to participate in the war. He listened carefully, noting the details of the war. It seems that in this war, as in all the other wars before and after it, the houses of Matou, Tohsaka, and Einzbern are all participating. If the information from the games he spent long hours playing was correct, then he already knew the identity of two Servants in this war. One was Saber, the Servant of Kiritsugu and later, to Shirou. The other was Archer. His identity in this war should be Gilgamesh, the King of Heroes and later the Servant of Kotomine Kirei in the fifth war. Accelerator had always thought of him as a rich bastard who likes showing off his wealth, destroying his treasures which could be worth millions in front of others, as if showing he has so much of them that it id not matter if the were to break a few. It was like going to a bunch of poor people, whipping money on their faces, then shredding it while watching the look of horror on their faces.

"Say... do you want to go look for your parents?"

"Of course! I really miss mama and papa... but..." She trailed off knowing that it was impossible to escape from her grandfather. Her eyes watered, all the pent up emotions gushing out.

"Leave that to me." Accelerator's grin turned feral. There would be hell tonight.

===Break===

Accelerator left Derflinger to keep watch over his master as he made his way to the Jubstacheit von Einzbern's room, having memorized the layout of the castle while scanning the bounded fields that protected it. He touched the door of her room as he got out, creating a layer of existence just above this one and sending the room there. He imagined the world as an simple image, sitting on top of a desk littered with drawing supplies. Delicately, he put a transparent film on this image and transferred Ilya's room on it, erasing it from the image below and reappearing on the layer above. If one were to look at it, it would seem as if the image had not been altered at all. However, what happens to the world will not affect the layer on top, having been set in a different plane of existence.

Satisfied that his master will be safe from the hell he was about to unleash on the castle, he set about causing as big a disturbance as possible.

He sank his hands into the floor, assimilating it into the castle itself. The runes on his hand glowed, recognizing the castle as a weapon and filling his mind on suggestions on its usage. Sending his consciousness through the place, he disabled the bounded fields, overloading them with the prana raging in his veins and causing them to shatter, unable to handle the overload of power.

An alarm rang, echoing through the empty halls. Ignoring it, Accelerator pulled.

The stones groaned as the entire second floor of the castle collapsed, its pieces falling onto the the ground below. The floors above it also came crashing down as the support below vanished. People are falling like ants, trying to grab hold of anything to save themselves, only to be buried in stone as they hit the ground.

"Who are you?" A cold voice growled from behind him. The old man glared at him, eyes void of fear.

"I knew you would show up." Accelerator grinned, his plan working perfectly.

"Launching an attack on the head of Einzberns, you must have a death wish boy."

Old Man Acht sent a large animal made of wires to attack him, its fangs ready to tear him apart. The old man's eyes widened as the alchemic beast just went through its intended target, crashing into the walls behind him.

"Oi, oi. Have you grown senile, old man? Do you really think you can beat a god?" Accelerator's sadistic grin widened at the shock in the old man's eyes.

Infusing prana into his words, he began to chant the spell that he copied from one of his most trustworthy companions. The words of power seemed to take on a life of its own as it left his mouth.

"O pitiful shadow bound in darkness...

Looking down upon people and causing them harm...

A soul drowned in sinful karma...

Won't you just die already?"

The old man screamed as the words of power reached him, his soul ripping from his body to cross into the Sanzen River where a certain dark haired girl awaited him.

Accelerator quickly sent a part of his soul into the old man and possessed it before its living functions shut down. He accessed its memories and headed to Ilyasviel's room. The girl was still asleep, oblivious to all the destruction outside, her two caretakers on either side of her, cradling her gently in their arms.

He sat down on her desk and started to write the old man's will. In it, he left all of the Einzbern's assets and possessions in the hands of Emiya Kiritsu, as well as named him the heir of the Einzberns.

Satisfied with his work, Accelerator left the old man's body and incinerated it until not even ash is left.

With this, he hoped the cruel fate of the child sleeping peacefully on the bed had been altered for the better.

===Break===

Old Man Acht sat up, his eyes scanning his surroundings. To his surprise, chains bound him to the wooden planks of the small boat that carried him across the vast expanse of a dark river. Japanese lanterns floated on the dark waters, illuminating the place with a soft, yellow glow. A dark haired girl wearing a black kimono ferried his boat, her red eyes emotionless.

"Where is this?" The old man asked coldly. The whole place surged with prana, the sheer amount almost suffocating him. With surprise, he realized that the flow seemed to come from the root of the world itself.

"The price for cheating death for nearly two centuries will be paid in full. You will never know the joys of heaven. Your soul will be left to wander in pain and agony, there to remain for all eternity."

Old man Acht's eyes widened in fear as numerous humonculus hands grabbed him, ripping at his soul.

It is needless to say that almost nothing remained of him when he reached the dark gates of his final destination.

===Break===

Ilyasviel von Einzbern looked at the passing clouds as the plane soared above them. She was ecstatic when she heard from her familiar that her grandfather had given her permission to follow her parents to Japan. She was already at the airport when she woke up, her bags packed by Sella and Leysritt.

Accelerator felt a warm feeling ignite inside him as he watched the Ilya's innocent face beaming with happiness.

He just hoped it is a happiness that would last.

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A/N:

I apologize for the shortness of this chapter as I wrote it in a hurry. I'll try to make the next one longer.

All of your comments help as they give me an idea that to where I should direct the story so please keep them coming. The more suggestions I get, the more my inspiration seems to awaken. I really appreciate the reviews so please keep them coming.

Until next time,

Ugly Fingers