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Chapter 1: The Age of Involution

It was a sad truth that Thaumatology as we know is in a slow but unstoppable decline, as those unaware of the inner works of the World were getting closer to unravel the mysteries surrounding them by their vulgar means, the power held by those privileged by the correct blood and the hidden knowledge, those magus, was slipping away. If anyone had enough knowledge about the different magus clans without being killed by their desire to keep their secrets safe or the zealots of the Holy Church, they couldn't find a better example in the decadence of the Makiri family. Once a noble lineage from old Russian stock, they were forced to leave their natal lands and eventually found refuge in the barbarous lands of Japan, where they took the name of the Matou. Their knowledge brought them to the attention of the Germanic homunculus clan of the Einzberns, who along with the local family of the Tohsaka and the legendary wielder of the Second Magic Kischur Zelretch Schweinorg, used their shared masteries to create an object that would allow them grant the power of create their dreams of human utopia: Heaven's Feel, the Third Magic.

The idea was simple, based in a method the World uses the Throne of Heroes to summon legendary warriors to ensure its survival, they would bait 7 Heroic Spirits with the promise of a wish-granting relic named the Holy Grail (not the cup Jesus Christ used in the Last Supper) and use them as a sacrifice to open a path of the Root, the source of all, where they could get the power they sought after. However, problem was bound to rise. First they needed fool another four magi into the ritual, who quickly caught on in the truth of the ritual and used the power of their now Servants to get the power of the Grail for themselves and second, the Three Founding Families discovered that once the power of the Great Grail was finally manifested, only one Master would be able to reach their goal, which lead to the separation of the three families.

By the way the ritual was handled, every 60 years there was a new chance to do battle to possession of the Grail and every time it ended in failure for all involved. Eventually the Catholic Church caught wind of the ritual and as part of a truce between them and the magus community, they took the role of Overseer, to ensure that neither innocents or unsavory groups discover the ritual, especially after the third time it brought the attention of the Nazi Party in middle of World War Two, which was one of the many series of disaster that classified this particular ritual in what mundane terms would call a clusterfuck.

While the Tohsakas kept focused into the objective of reaching the Root and the Einzberns became obsessed with the power of the Holy Grail for its own sake, the Matou were struggling with the unexplained decay of their magical talent, supposedly because they never got accustomed to the leylines of Fuyuki. The truth on the matter to some resided the head of the family, Zouken Matou and his refusal to die leading to slowly destroying the lives of his heirs, to the point some claimed he was using their own bodies as replacement for his own. What it is true is that the last Matou heir, Kariya Matou, left the clan to never return, forcing Zouken to find a new "heir" among other magus families. He didn't have to search far, as the Tohsakas were having a problem of having two talented heirs and lacked the means to ensure the security of both of them, so it didn't take too much to convince the current patriarch, Tokiomi Tohsaka, to give his younger daughter Sakura in adoption in exchange of properly training her in the ways of the Matou magecraft.

When Kariya caught wind of this, knowing better than anyone what passed as training in the Matou household, reluctantly returned to face the monster he sought to escape since 10 years and they made a deal. Kariya would have to suffer one year of torture to become a Master for the return of the Holy Grail and bring victory to the Matou as "penance" for abandoning his family, and in exchange Zouken would free Sakura of the horrible fate that suffered all the heirs of the Matou and allow her to return to her original family.

And so, in the year 1997, the fourth try of the Heaven's Feel ritual, now known as the Holy Grail War among the other magi, is about to start and most of its participants will not stop at nothing to ensure victory; be it for duty, glory, recognition, self-discovery, amusement, salvation for all or salvation for one; once more the streets of Fuyuki will be witness on the spill of blood of some of Humanity's greatest legends, those who brought them to these foreign battlefields and any innocent caught in the crossfire.

As the smoke from the summoning ritual left his vision, Kariya experimented many emotions in a short time. From the grin of success came confusion, followed by a gap of surprise, unbelief and frustration. The Heroic Spirit was not some kind of legendary hero from the older tales of mankind or in the case of the Berserker Class an infamous warrior consumed by unending wrath. He was a young effeminate weak-looking boy who seemed just entering puberty, short brown hair, wearing a typical school uniform of a white t-shirt with black pants and even his lack of overpowering aura made him wonder why he was in the Throne of Heroes in the first place.

"Ermm…I, uh…I…am servant Berserker…" The Servant seemed self-aware of his own inadequacies. "Are you my Master?"

For his own part Zouken, couldn't hide his own surprise and confusion despite his own long life and experience. This was the strongest Servant Kariya could summon despite all the preparations? Perhaps the piece of the Round Table they used as a catalyst was a fake and perhaps he put too much 'torture' in his tortuous training, but even then the word pathetic would imply Kariya managed to summon a competitor with the smallest chance to win the War.

"Your identity intrigues me, Servant." The head of the Matou clan interjected before Kariya could recover from his stupor. "Pray tell, who might you be?" Because clearly a Knight of the Round Table he wasn't.

"Uh…well, my legend has yet to pass in this era." The Servant replied with hesitation. "And even if I told my True Name, it wouldn't clue you in who I was, so…can you call me the Third Child?" An awkward silence followed. "Berserker is fine too."

The old man barked out a loud laugh.

"Precious, so precious." Zouken was amused despite himself. "And tell us, why your Mad Enhancement isn't triggered by default?"

"…Sorry about that." The Servant scratched the back his head as if embarrassed by his condition.

"Sorry about what?" Kariya finally regained enough wits to actively join.

"Well…according to the information the Holy Grail has given to me, my Mad Enhancement boosts all my attributes but Luck to A-Rank or higher…"

"But that's good ne-"

"…but it only activates when my life is in mortal peril." Berserker continued with a downcast expression. "Not even Command Seals can force me to manifest it. As such my attributes are E-Rank or lower…just as good as an above average human these days."

Kariya pulled his lips into a line. Each fact from Berserker's mouth gave him less and less chances to win the war-but he'd made a promise to Sakura. There was no backing down after a year. Tokiomi had to pay.

"Fine. I formalize the contract," He said, gritting his teeth. "I recognize you as my Servant, and I shall be your Master in this War." The Servant nodded and the formalcraft circle flared again before dying out.

Zouken showed a grin in his old face and released a final cackle.

"Well done, Kariya." He said. "I don't think you'll win the War, but I hope you compensate this final shame at your family with an entertaining display."

The representative of the Matou family dug his fingernails in the flesh of his palm.

"I shouldn't pry, but, ah…you don't seem in good graces with your…" Berserker spoke in order to end the awkward silence born since the confirmation of the contract. "…father? Uncle?" A bitter laugh came from Kariya's lips.

"That old bloodsucker hasn't been family since a long time." He said. "The only reason I'm in this is because he still finds some use in me, otherwise I would be dead already." They were sitting in a chair watching the Mion river at night. Kariya didn't pay much attention at Berserker's odd expression, instead he looked at the boy with his good eye, pushing himself to activate his senses.

The Master wasn't a mage properly trained, but one of the hard-earned perks he got in his efforts to be a competent Master of the War was an astute sensitivity to supernatural energies. Since the summoning his head told something was "off" about his Servant and his little experiment confirmed it: Berserker did not feel like a Heroic Spirit, but instead he had the presence of a normal human.

Zouken warned him about the Assassin Class and their common skill to mask their presence until they struck at their target, but Berserker seemed like a different animal, clearly nowhere close as the old man's replica of how a Heroic Spirit's aura should feel to proper magecraft users. Could this be exploited somehow?

"Hey." He said. "It is really alright if you don't go astral? Somebody might detect you."

"Uh…I don't think there's anyone here?" Berserker glanced around, seemly slightly worried. "I can dematerialize if it makes you more confortable, but I feel that if they saw me they would mistake me for a normal human. An enemy Master probably wouldn't be able to get an accurate read on me…I think."

It seemed Berserker was somewhat aware of his attributes. Kariya's plans of use him as a magic nuke were useless away, so there must be something he can use to their favor…perhaps for an ambush?

"What are your combat abilities?" Kariya asked. "We need to start to planning out our tactics." Berserker's sigh signaled more complications.

"I don't want to disappoint you," A bit too late for that. "so I will tell you right off the bat: without Mad Enhancement, my offensive abilities are limited to things you might learn in classes of self-defense. I can use a gun should we procure one, but my aim with them was always shoddy."

It wasn't as off-putting as Kariya expected to be; after the chain of disappointments that had already occurred in the morning, he'd expected something like this.

"What about Noble Phantasms, then? Do you have anything we can use?"

"No offence, but you can't supply enough prana to support my primary Noble Phantasm."

Can't supply enough? The old man assured that he was capable of supplying more than enough prana to satisfy the demands of most Servants in short term. What kind of Noble Phantasm needed more than he could give?

"It's nominally an Anti-Fortress Noble Phantasm of the size of a building," Berserker continued, as if reading his mind. "under certain circustances, I can forcibly ignore the prana requirements to manifest it, but I'd rather not."

"To keep it as a trump?" Kariya asked.

"No," Replied the Servant. "I'd rather not use it at all. If it's manifested at full power, it would be considered an Anti-World weapon." The Matou Master was struggling to not open another gap in his mouth.

"What other weapons you have." Kariya asked.

"My secondary Noble Phantasm is a spear that can destroy bounded fields, but if isn't used in conjunction with the first, its combat effectiveness is equivalent as a normal spear."

So in a nutshell; Berserker's weapons were a giant apocalyptic…something that was most likely be overkill on the other Servants and a source of unneeded collateral damage, and a spear that while had its uses, it couldn't be trusted in a proper fight outside of Mad Enhancement. Yet, something the boy Servant said caught his attention.

"You talked about your limitations in offensive abilities. What about defensive ones?"

For the first time since his summoning, Berserker gave a small proud smile.

"I'm glad you asked. I should have started from there." He then holds his right hand in the air and manifested a shimmering plane of orange light – arranged, as Kariya could see, in a regular hexagonal pattern. He could sense some mana within the glow, but it felt almost nonexistent; an enemy would need to be within very close range to detect it. Berserker's own odic pressure was still obscured.

"A…bounded field?" The Matou Master asked, wondering if Berserker was a talented magus in life. Personal bounded fields were something that very few magecraft users were capable of. He heard one of the few modern mages who managed to master it was a former buddhist monk called Araya Souren, who couldn't be good news if Zouken remembered him fondly as an old friend.

"Similar, but not quite," Replied the boy Servant, dismissing the field. "this is more of an ability than a Noble Phantasm, but it isn't exactly magecraft. I can do this all day without much drain, and it'd take a pretty high rank attack to breach it."

"Is there anything else you can do with it?"

As Berserker uttered the answer, a smile began to form on Kariya's face – a humorless grin with no trace of mercy.

Kawamori Sayuna, age twenty-four, an attractive young woman who worked as a maid for the Tohsaka family for around one year, until suddenly she was fired along everyone else by the patriarch since three months ago with no clear explanation. She tried to find an answers with her colleagues, but instead what she got was mostly silence, until the former gardener told her to drop it, claiming that master Tokiomi did it for their own safety.

She suspected something was fishy about the Tohsakas and that she was left out of it for being the new girl of the mansion, and thus she was determined to find out what was going. Such was her determination that she didn't wait the night to pass in seeking answers from Tohsaka Tokiomi himself if needed, nor that she just hit with a young boy in school uniform.

"Oh, excuse me." She said. "I should have been watching."

"No worries." The boy said. "I shouldn't be this late, especially with news about that serial killer around."

Yeah, there were also news about a psycho hunting down families in Fuyuki at night. It seemed that nutjob had a special fondness of killing children in sadistic ways and apparently the number of found cadavers with the established M.O. were rising every day.

"Are you going somewhere?" Sayuna asked.

"Yeah, I called my guardian and she said she would retrieve me around the Tohsaka Estate."

"What a coincidence, I'm going there too." She said surprised. "I got fired from there three months ago and I'm looking for answers from the jackass owner."

"That must be awful of him." The boy said in a tone of pity.

"Yeah - I mean his family are good persons, but when I was there I felt an air of melancholy sometimes…"

"I see…Since when were you working with them?"

"Less than a year." She suddenly went very close to the boy. "You mustn't tell this to anybody, but I think the Tohsaka are in some shady business. Two weeks ago I heard the head of the family speaking in his old-fashioned phone about having acquired a relic and that he would help some friends who got stuck in jail for it."

"Y-Y-Yeah, I think I better forget about that." The poor kid seemed not be used to closeness with people of the opposite gender, if his face getting red as a tomato was of any indication. "Shall we move on, please?"

The pair walked for a while in silence across the empty streets and when they arrived at a small playground five blocks away from their destination, the boy suddenly spoke.

"By the way miss, what is your name?"

"Sayuna, Kawamori Sayuna."

"I'm sorry, Sayuna."

"Wha-" Suddenly the boy's eyes shone bright red.

"…Tabris!"

There were situations where foreknowledge could jeopardize a mission's success. Assassin knew this, and was aware his Master had denied him specific intelligence concerning his mark, the former magus teacher of his Master. Until now, it hadn't seemed like a problem.

"Curious." He muttered to himself, studying the garden of the Tohsaka Estate. The boundary magecraft that he'd been told expect had collapsed, even though the gems that had anchored it remained intact – now that he looked closer, they were intact but empty of prana.

"I was not the only one sent?" He asked himself.

His Master, hearing this, responded in resounding negative across their link and Assassin narrowed his eyes beneath his mask. There was an unexpected interloper, somewhere in the grounds.

Suddenly, a series of explosions were heard from inside the mansion, with the last one destroying a window and from there were coming out remains of swords and maces that landed near Assassin's feet.

"Abort mission," Said his Master. "it seems that Archer has been engaged in combat. Find out what you can about the opponent."

Assassin nodded, dematerializing himself.

Gilgamesh had hoped against his better judgment that this so called "Holy Grail War" would be worth his time, but disappointment was setting in before the conflict had yet to properly begin. This girl, his first opponent, who dared to trash the defenses of his new palace (pitiful as it may be compared with the villages of Uruk), was at best an amateur and a normal human at that. He suspected she could have easily killed his summoner had she not be foolish enough to pick a fight with the King of Heroes himself. As an indicator of what to expect of the future, this wasn't promising at all.

"Remind me again why shouldn't I invoke the capital punishment at such blatant betrayal, Tokiomi." Yawned Gilgamesh, as he used his Gate of Babylon at the bare minimum from the grand staircase to fire blunt weapons at the spear-welding intruder.

"I know she isn't the kind of person to make such deranged actions, my lord." Replied Tokiomi impassively, watching behind the golden armor of the Archer Servant. "That crimson lance she's using - it may be a Noble Phantasm that influences her behavior. It is unlikely she's acting of her own will, so I beg again that you refrain of from using lethal attacks."

Tokiomi was a soft-minded fool, Gilgamesh was reminded – a product this wretchedly placid backwater. It was because he was refraining from using lethal force that he hadn't showed the true might of the Gates to bombard the wench to bloody bits. An opponent this pathetic was hardly worthy of any serious attention. Could the magus truly not discern his restraint?

However, Tokiomi was right in calling the lance a Noble Phantasm. To have withstood this mere show of force without a scratch, it would have to be – but he was certain that it wasn't related to or based on any weapon he had obtained in life. Why then the aura it gave off was so damnably familiar? It irked him mightily that he couldn't place it.

One of the blunt weapon had hit the human in her right knee, fracturing her bones there. Yet she somehow ignored it and forced herself to her feet, readying her polearm. Gilgamesh made his displeasure clear with a noise from his lips. It would have been far easier to simply execute her.

"Show yourself, puppeteer." He bellowed and from the Gates he brought out a mace to his right hand. "You cannot expect that this mere thrall would be sufficient to defeat one such as I!"

In response, the former maid leapt at him with unnatural strength. Gilgamesh, though, had quite enough. With a somewhat larger fraction of his power, he struck the lance with his mace sending it out of her hands. Reversing his grip, he struck in the solar plexus with his hilt. The wench collapsed like a marionette bereft of strings and the Archer Servant regarded Tokiomi with a disdainful sneer.

"If your pity for the mongrel is unfeigned, Magus, you would do well to heal her quickly." So saying, Gilgamesh turned to examine the lance, only to catch the telltale dematerialization of a Noble Phantasm.

Once the battle has ended, Berserker got off the swing at the playground and looked in the direction of Tohsaka Estate with a grim expression.

Kariya had instructed him to force Tohsaka's Servant to reveal his characteristics by any means necessary, but it seemed that almost nobody was inside the mansion (and Berserker wasn't taking his chances with a trained magus), he was already leaving when he met Sayuna and she damned herself when she spilled her relationship with the magus family. While her knowledge of the Estate was enough to guide him inside, his control of Tabris' – no, Kaworu's, he reminded himself – remote manipulation technique was insufficient to turn a normal human in a match for Servants. The Third Impact brought him many changes at his physiology in life, yet completely replicating the Angels' feats at AT-Field manipulation had always been something beyond him.

Berserker doubted that Kariya would truly mind the failure, but it didn't stop him from feeling useless. He'd shielded Sayuna from harm the best he could, but getting an innocent woman to be seriously hurt wasn't his intention in the first place – it was a consequence of his inadequacy to face the (probably) Archer Servant in person. Before the War ended, he would have to make it up for to her somehow.

Now wasn't the time however, pocketing his hands, he walked out the park without demanifestation. Kariya had warned him that the other participants of the War would most likely be drawn to this district for the engagement, and the sight of him turning into glowing dust would compromise the advantage of his anonymity. Identification wasn't something he could risk this early in the War – not if Kariya's plans to pose him as a Servant of a different class were to be successful.

"Poker face," He thought, aware his heart was still pounding from the rush of combat. "Act normal."

It was a pity that the Grail hadn't found a reason to manifest his SDAT as a Noble Phantasm; it was something he could really use right now. Maybe he could pick one up at a store once morning comes?

"Well, I expected some of my former personnel being upset, but not enough to make them dare to get too close to my Estate at night." Tohsaka Tokiomi was speaking through the phonogram after he examined the remains of his magical defenses. By request of Kotomine Risei (Overseer of the Holy Grail War and his secret ally) he fired all his employees one week before the summoning of Archer and then sent his family to the home of his father in law to ensure there wouldn't be any loose ends the other Masters could abuse. It was dreadful to think what would have happened had he not heeded the warning otherwise. "Was Assassin capable of detect any other interlopers or witnesses?"

"No." Kotomine Kirei, Executioner of the Church, Master of Assassin, son of the Overseer and secret lackey of Tohsaka answered from the other side of the phonograph. Since his Servant was capable of multiply in many entities at the same time, they were hoping to sacrifice one of them to fool the other Masters and let Kirei act in the security of the Fuyuki Church as a 'defeated' participant. "At most they managed to detect a presence being lifted from the battlefield. I wasn't able to perceive it myself."

"Neither did I, I confess." Said Tokiomi. This interloper threw a wench to their strategy. "It appeared to me that the assailant was being manipulated through the Noble Phantasm she held. I would presume that this removal of presence may have merely come of its demanifestation – a difference too faint to be felt by humans."

"You mentioned that the Noble Phantasm in question was a lance?" Asked Kotomine. "It could be an indicator that the Lancer of this War masterminded the attack."

"Or Caster." Countered Tohsaka. "It's said in Celtic legend that the witch known as Scathach was a capable wielder of the polearm. The geas magecraft she was famous for is linked to the foundations of the modern tradition of thaumaturgical puppetry."

"A cursed lance and a magus associated with polearms," Mused Kotomine. "This really isn't enough to confirm our opponent's identity."

"We do know one thing for certain, though." Said Tokiomi.

"And what's that?"

"The Noble Phantasm was used to collapse the security perimeter I set up around the grounds. I can't see a reason something like that would be necessary, unless out mastermind were incapable of imposing manipulation through a bounded field."

Kirei rubbed his chin. "Perhaps this can be used to construct a defense…"

"I'm not paying any more than ten thousand yen for this," Said Kariya. "it's been in your window since last year, and you haven't managed to sell it off. This is the best offer you're going to get."

The shopkeeper, a punkish youth with blond, greased hair, pulled his lips thin and gave Kariya a dangerous glare. For a long moment, their eyes locked, and Kariya thought things may get violent – but in the end, the shopkeeper backed off and sighed.

"Fine freakshow," He said, lifting his hands in defeat. "You win. Take the damned thing and get out of here."

Kariya laid the bills across the counter and picked up his purchase. At a pained hobble, he left the antiques shop. When the door clinked shut, the shopkeeper ran a hand through his hair.

"Fuck me and my charitability," He said to himself. "a genuine bone mask used by the Hashshashin for a mere ten thousand. Pops is gonna rip me a new one."

Somewhere, a black monolith appeared in an empty room.

"Katsuragi indicates that an S^2 phenomenon has been detected in Japan," Said a voice. "Please advise."

Moments later, several more manifested, forming a rough circle.

"The time of revelations is not yet at hand," Said another voice. "We must investigate this."

"Where did the disturbance occur?"

A satellite image lit up in the center of the circle.

"The city of Fuyuki, southwest of Tokyo." Replied the voice of the first monolith.

"The Einzberns' pet project then…something must be done about this. Can we make use of the Overseer assigned by the Vatican?"

"If my recollection does not fail me, Kotomine Risei is a loose cannon. He cannot be trusted."

A smooth, black pulpit appeared in the empty spot at the head of the room. At the top, there was an elderly German man in a business suit, sitting with his hands folded before his face.

"Let us send Ikari," He said. "even if she knows nothing of the truth of this world, she should be resourceful enough to contain the situation."

"A test for her?"

"Indeed."

Berserker

True Name: "Third Child"

Master: Matou Kariya.

Gender: Male.

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Strength: E- (A)

Endurance: E- (A)

Agility: E- (A)

Mana: C (A)

Luck: D

Description:

A nameless pilot of the End of Days, who defended mankind from the enemy known as the Aristoteles. Though many considered him a savior within his own lifetime, he was unable to obtain any true acknowledgement from those closest to him before it was too late. In the end, his fate was steeped in bloodshed and sorrow.

Skills:

Mad Enhancement – Rank E-~A: Activation conditional to mortal peril. Deactivates upon successful conclusion of conflict, followed by a recovery period of a length dependent on the Master's prana supply. During activation; Monstrous Strength, Mental Pollution and Battle Continuation equivalent at Rank A are exhibited. A more minimal manifestation of this skill – known as Alaya's Nemesis – may be consciously accessed, but the Servant is reluctant to activate it except under extremes circumstances.

Territory Creation – Rank A (A++): Construction of a mobile spatial quarantine that rejects foreign phenomenon up to a low divine Rank. During Mad Enhancement, the ability gains offensive projectile properties. Shares some characteristics with Reality Marble construction.

Divinity (Strange) – Rank C: Attribute of unspecified origin, which notably does not conflict with Monstrous Strength effects during Mad Enhancement. Limited resistance against divine phenomenon.

Powerless Shell – Rank C (-) As the exact identity of the Servant was suppressed within his lifetime, he was effectively an Unknown Hero despite his legend. Perhaps (?) in consequence, it's difficult to perceive him as a Heroic Spirit even with knowledge of his status as a Servant. The effect extends somewhat to prevent Master's Perspective ability from directly reading the attributes of the Servant Noble Phantasms, but it is cancelled during Mad Enhancement.

Self-Modification – Rank - (A): Enabled during Mad Enhancement. The Servant obtains the ability to repair injuries by incorporating into his own flesh the body parts of his opponents.

Noble Phantasms:

The Beast/O-Ni System.

Rank: B (EX)

Type: Support (Anti-Fortress/Anti-World)

A monstrous cyborg capable of initiating the End of Days. Support of the Noble Phantasm is beyond the prana supply of the average magecraft user, but under specific circumstances, Berserker can force it into a self-sufficient state. Under standard functionality, the Noble Phantasm greatly magnifies the scale of the Servant's actions. In minimal manifestation, it may appear as a human-scaled personal armor during Mad Enhancement.

Lancea Longini/The Tree of Creation.

Rank: C (EX)

Type: Anti-Barrier (Anti-Fortress/Anti-World)

An organic red lance with a double-pronged blade; a conceptual weapon. At the Noble Phantasm's minimal level of manifestation, it is merely a polearm of uncommon robustness of construct, capable of annihilating bounded fields and certain magical phenomenon on contact. Full manifestation can only occur when used in conjunction with The Beast, whereupon the weapon becomes capable of absorbing the spirits of Aristoteles. It is an artifact central to the initiation of the End of Days.

Progressive Knife

Rank: - (A)

Type: Anti-Unit.

A knife of standard appearance. If supplied with energy, the blade vibrates at supersonic frequencies, enabling better cutting power. Full manifestation in conjunction with The Beast raises attack power substantially. Strictly speaking, however, it does not qualify as a Noble Phantasm.

So to anyone familiar with the original fanstory may be asking "why are you writing this?", my answer is pretty much "I'm bummed the original died when it was getting good and my PC with my other stories is in repairs."

Since I haven't talked with the OG author (don't know how), for now the first chapters would be a mix of copy-paste of the original ones and stuff of my own, then when it gets after the events of the fic, the writting would be 100% mine.

And just in case, Shin...I mean Berserker is from the original Evangelion anime, stuff of the Rebuild movies and other spin-offs may be mentioned ("thanks" Kaleidoscope Magic), but don't expect it to take a big part of the plot unless stated otherwise.

With that said, please read & review.

12/01/2020 EDIT: While reading the Fate/Zero LN to get a better idea of the characters and timeline, I noticed some goofs around the sequence of Tokiomi firing his staff/sending his family away/Gilgamesh's summoning... but now they are fixed.