Warning: This fanfic dealt with probably controversial themes and you may find it not suitable for you. If you still decide to read, then stay strong and brace yourself for what you are about to read. This story here happens in Arc 2 and thus may contain some spoilers.
"I died in hell, and they ca-*%#&P^&%%*/*$d$%" **only inaudible statics remain**
- A nameless soldier
"You know the real meaning of peace only if you have been through the war"
-Kosovar
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Chapter 1: Beginning of a Calamity
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Berlin Offensive | 16 December 1945 |
"Listen here, y'all gentlemen" speaks by a muscular man with a thin mustache wearing a red beret and army suspenders, holding in his hand a BAR rifle.
"We all have made it this far and we're not going to turn back, we all know what is in each other's mind right now. But for heaven's sake, we're not going to stop until we reach that bunker, you understand?"
Word of God: "By the way, I'm bad at using words to describe a person's appearance so you probably have to search the net for what I meant for them to look like"
"Yes, sir!" All shout in unison. A squad of 50 men, considering the current's squad commander has been going from the beginning of D-Day right towards this point, it is a miracle to see him being fine considering how brutal the war was.
Moving slowly through the street, the silence was something that they didn't expect. They have made it through many battles where bullets flying everywhere and chaos completely filled the atmosphere. This silence can only mean one thing, it is either that there is nothing to worry about or they have already stepped into a trap.
The sounds of gunfire can be heard from the distance, Colonel Pierce, the man in the red beret discerned that it was the sounds of small arm, most likely an SMG. But why does he feel something is wrong about it. He made it this far, if anything can even discourage him at this point, it would be something completely unnatural and yet why.
"Hold..." Colonel Pierce commanded his squad to stop moving so that he can assess the situation more.
"Help!-" A scream came as fast and silenced just as fast.
"Something doesn't feel right here... Everyone, get into the buildings and hide, don't make any noise or disturbance. You heard my word?" Pierce commanded his squad once more.
It was just the sounds of small arms and yet he is commanding his squad to go into hiding. He could have dealt with enemy soldiers by himself and yet something at the depth of his soul is screaming at the top to told him to hide.
And so everyone in the squad came into hiding in each building, hoping that they wouldn't be noticed.
The sounds of gunfire are getting closer, he heard the screams and running footsteps. But something is really wrong here, the scream here is instilled with dreads and hopelessness. The one that came from one-sided slaughter, he knew it well enough to even discern it. They don't even need to see to know what is going on, they can already tell by the dreading aura that filled the air.
Pierce embraced the ground so that he can feel the nearby movement, he can hear the footsteps outside and a conversation in a foreign language, it must have been the enemy. They were speaking about something and then he hears the footsteps approaching his location. He then realized that he has to do something or die, there is no way he can stand still and do nothing.
He then stealthily approaches the doorway and stand right at the blind corner, the enemy isn't going to see him until they going through the door. By that point, it will be too late for them either way.
Pierce felt the presence of somebody getting nearer, timing his moment carefully and he grabbed the enemy by the neck and choking him. It was just as he thought, a German soldier which he could tell by the uniform that the man he is strangling is wearing and the weapon he used which is an MP40.
The strangled soldier tried to struggle but Pierce's raw strength alone overpowered the soldier as he started to lose more the grasp on his life. Pierce quickly took hold of the MP40 as he attempted to disarm the soldier.
Just as Pierce thought, the enemy soldier didn't come alone for there is another soldier appeared from the other side of the hallway in front of him. The soldier in front instead of trying to keep calm, that man open fired on him despite Pierce is holding another soldier hostage. Acting on his instinct, Pierce pulled the trigger of the MP40 at the enemy soldier in front. Chunks of body part ripped out of the enemy soldier and the one that he is holding hostage. He used the man he held hostage as a shield and he didn't realize that instantly because he was out of breath from bracing from the impact of the bullets.
Even after the opposing soldier has fallen, he was unable to let off the trigger for a few seconds and watched as the bullets ripping through the walls effortlessly. Pierce sit down in horror as he watched how mutilated the hostage and enemy soldier was, not even he would wish this on his worst enemy. He then shuddering in the realization that if this is what would happen to even them if they were got shot by their own armament then what would happen to his ally soldiers outside who fell victim to this. A single handgun bullet has the power of a 50. cal bullet, what did they managed to discover or invented to allow them to create this kind of monstrous firepower!?
Bracing for whatever the sight might be, he looked outside and the scene before him can't be described with any words at all. Their body parts scattered, can't even tell which belong to who at all. Chunks of meat and blood scattered the whole place like red paint on an empty canvas, like small islands within an ocean of blood. He braced for this moment and tried to suppress the dreading feelings that are swelling up inside, if this is his reaction then others would faint instantly.
Suddenly, the intercom blaring up, the beret-wearing man pick up his and on the other side of the communication is chaos and gunfire, the operator screaming at the top of his lung: "All units, retreat! Those soldiers, their armament suddenly become too powerful, they're tea-", the communication was cut off after that.
"What the hell...". Suddenly, they heard a close by firefight and see a fight between a battalion and a squad of enemy soldiers. What they seeing is unbelievable as they seeing the soldiers tear their allies apart with just their submachine gun and those poor souls on the receiving end soon turn into gore and splatter on the ground, a nauseating sight that no one could ever erase from their memories.
He realized none of his team armaments could even kill a single soldier of the enemy. It is either back down from the fight now or die in vain.
"Colonel Pierce, what do we do now?" a soldier asked. All the morale is gone, there is no choice left other than flee or suffer from the same fate of that battalion. let a sigh then decided they'll have to flee, proceed right now is like charging at a meat grinder. In other words, insane.
"We have to fall back and assess the situation. We can only fight fire with fire, if you don't have their weapons, back down now. Don't fight an impossible battle if you can avoid it."
Made it this far only to turn back, they made back to US temporal base, the squad silently look at each other wonder what will happen to them right now and in the future, all they can do is hope that they'll soon find an answer to the predicament they came in. But, they might have been too hopeful as this was just the beginning of something far worse.
Nightfall | 16-17 December 1945 |
Their screams echo into the night, this wasn't even a fight, just a massacre.
Allied soldiers fell like grass against lawnmower when just a squad of mysteriously enhanced soldiers that can't be harmed by bullets of their opposing enemy, a monstrous humanoid mutant wearing a Kaiser helmet smashing the Allied soldiers to paste, many resorts to anti-tank weaponry still unable to stop it from rampaging the camps.
Many soldiers trying to escape from the camp through the road ended up got encircled and executed on spot, the higher-up still getting arrogance and forcing their men to rush into their deaths, radio operator trying to call for help only to realize they have been isolated and cut off and soon the operator would follow that shattered hope of his into hell, engineer and tank operator trying to use tank against those things, but it also bears no fruit as that thing throw the said tank at those who still stand.
At a distance away from the current chaos, Pierce's squad all clamming up in silence. The destruction still going on, not believing the hell that's unfolding in front of their eyes.
Despair, hopelessness... all of those things all just pure understatements now...
"Pierce... is this our end?...". A soldier opened his mouth and said:
As hopeless as it is, he would rather suicide right now, but something in his heart keeps telling that he shouldn't die right now, something deep inside his own heart as it beat in unison with his will. His mind and spirit keep contradicting each other, a second of it felt like an eternity.
He stuck in a dilemma within himself whether to die or keep carry on. In his moment of eternity, his spirit overrides his mind as he utters his word: "No... We will carry on.". All of his squad break off their own uncertainty when he said his word.
"All of you, go into supply storages, get any rations, ammunition, medical supplies as much as you can, prepare to drop them off if it's going to get you becoming their target." The squad, their hearts, and wills in unison all together rush in supply storages." Pierce commanding the rest of the surviving units.
"But how do we intend to fight them back if they found us?!" A soldier asked Pierce.
Pierce simply show the guy the MP40 he got much earlier in the day, the soldier realized that there might still be some way to fight back, it is just going to be a really steep uphill battle but not impossible. Just that there is no room for mistake. As long there is a way to take their weapons, they might still be able to fight them back.
And that moment, pretty much everyone working with Pierce without asking a single question or repent, that just shows how much charisma the man has for himself.
When the soldiers grabbing the supplies, the commander comes behind, tired and sweating yet still somehow have the strength to yell at them.
"What are y'all twats thinking!? This is an order, get out there and stop this madness!". The commander yelling at Pierce
They don't care anymore, they already sicken of him for many reasons, especially when failure is the only sure thing to happen right now. They wonder how he became the commander of this platoon in the first place. After that, they flee out of the warehouse.
The commander still mad about it and he forgot that the ground was trembling, and the iron door burst and that monster staining with blood is staring at him, seeing him like appetizer after lunch, the general collapse in fear, his face turns white as he sees that thing. He finally understands the fear of his men when they were faced with that thing. He can only let out a scream before he just a splash on the ground.
The screams of despair can still be heard from afar, Pierce's squad has escaped through the forest leaving behind the blazing ruin of their base. Their future is now only drawing a blank as from this point onward, only those who were left would ever tell the world of what happened.
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Chaldea's Intervention
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Dead bodies... scattered everywhere till the horizon. The sky, bleak with the dark color of despair. Rain fell endlessly, like the sorrow of those who were forced to witness the marvel of humanity turned into the worst nightmare.
The greenness of this land was completely replaced with the undeniable destiny of warfare itself. A wasteland where anyone who has seen it will never once returned to be the same should they even managed to find a silver lining of survival.
Chivalry, honor... all are thrown out long ago and replaced with industrialized manslaughter. All for the sake of killing the most as much as possible. A generation wasted to die and set the stone of slow destruction of humanity.
A soldier, with his clothes bleached to gray by time, trekking through the land of the dead. He keeps wandering, with no destination in mind. Forever stuck in this perpetual cycle of torment, all for the single hope of getting out of this eternal punishment. He keeps walking, abandoning everything that he kept with him, just so he could delay the inevitable. He keeps walking as he sacrifices his mentality restrain, which prevents him from doing anything that could kill him, just so he could keep moving on.
He keeps walking and soon, he sacrificed the very madness that kept him for so long. He soon came into a stop and stood up straight, he looked up into the sky as the raindrops fell on his face. A face that was rugged by torment, suffering. Devoid of any hope that could free him from this suffering. He fell into his back with an eye as empty like the void, looking up the sky and he let out his last breath. He joined the rank of those who have fallen in this place, without ever having the chance to ask God why this has to happen to him and everyone else.
And soon, everything turned forever into the silence. All of this, and for what, for why. A generation died for a single war. A war that changed nothing.
Somewhere in the Wandering Sea
Inside a large chamber, there are a few people who are working to keep the machinery working. Among them, there are the two that stand out the most. A little girl who is wearing clothes that seems to belong to the Renaissance Era and the other is a gentleman who is wearing a black overcoat. They are the legends that were incarnated into this world. Bearing the duty to vanguard humanity's history itself.
Those two, are Leonardo Da Vinci and Sherlock Holmes. The two supposed to die long ago if according to actual history. But the basic common senses were thrown out long ago when it comes to this place.
"Hey, daddy Holmes. We are receiving a signal of something." Da Vinci tried to get Sherlock's attention.
"Oh please, can you stop calling me daddy already?! I don't need to draw more ire from my nemesis, you know!" Sherlock flustered at how Da Vinci addressed him. He would never get used to being called that at all.
"This is a signal of a Singularity. At a time like this? Hmm... Something about this doesn't feel right to me." Da Vinci said.
"Well, considering what we are up against, the idea of clearing another Singularity just seems to be a child play to our Master. But I wouldn't get overconfident about this and I should at least check how much has this Singularity deviated from our proper history." Sherlock said calmly as he ran the calculation.
As the calculation went any further, both of them started to feel anxious about how the calculation will turn out. It has already started to deviate even beyond the Camelot singularity that it was declared as EX in the importance of humanity's foundation. And it doesn't even end at all. It still going on as the deviation calculation started to go way too far into the Lostbelt territory.
"This is definitely not okay, at all..." Sherlock said with a tone of concern in his voice. He is always confident in things because he is Sherlock Holmes and he would be able to solve everything when it comes to riddle and mystery. If he got worried then others would really should be.
"Shall we call our Master now?" Da Vinci asked in fear as she sees the calculation still going on.
"Yeah... I think we should. Now..." Sherlock said in agreement.
Here we are, the Savior of Humanity sleeping in a giant APC called the "Shadow Border", his name is Gudao Fujimaru, the master of hundreds of Heroic Spirits who follow him out of their respects and the bond they make with him. Their previous facility called Chaldea now is under thousands of feet of ice. Only a few staff and the new director survived when they were attacked by the Crypters when Mage's Association enforce the shutdown of Chaldea and the FATE summoning system.
In order to prevent the collapse of humanity, they have to search and destroy the Lostbelts that the Crypters were given by the alien gods. It sounds simple but Lostbelt is a timeline that was purged due to stagnation of humanity and the Lostbelt tree that was planted in those timelines will prevent it from being purged.
But to Gudao that is the act of causing a causality paradox that would harm or destroy the current timeline. Because of that, he has to purge them by his hand, doing so will erase the entire existence of the timeline and those who belonged to it. Basically, timeline genocide. It was never a nice experience at all.
Six Lostbelts has been purged, yet they will never get used to it at all. All of it was mental torture for those Servants who were selected to purge it. Some were already in denials that they now have to kill the others just to save themselves. It was a battle that no one would ever come out to be the same anymore after this entire charade. Facing too many Herculean tasks, they somehow managed to make through with no Chaldean casualty for now.
All of this would have killed so many of the Servants presents here yet nothing has changed at all. They have built a second Chaldea facility but it is still at an early age and can't be used at all. They will only use it as a secret ace in case something bad would happen.
Gudao who woke up in a cold sweat, seeing that dream and witnessing the soldier in it, dying not because of anyone but of his despair. It was a grim reminder of what humanity has done.
"Sempai" the voice of the girl who been with him since his first day, her name is Mash Kyrelight."Are you alright?"
"I'm fine," said Gudao. Six times genocide has pretty much made him numb to the thoughts of killing which made him fear himself more.
"By the way, D-" before Mash said anything, the emergency alarm went off.
"ALERT! ALERT! ALL SERVANTS COME TO RAYSHIFT CHAMBER. THIS IS NOT A DRILL! I REPEAT. ALL SERVANTS COME TO RAYSHIFT CHAMBER."
Many Servants rushing to Rayshift Chamber, many were human who has the great deed in their lives. Some were tales that were passed down through generations. Some were being of myth yet still humane because the myth said so and so many more...
Gudao comes in through the door and many Servants were already stand in their places. This isn't usually happening, when it does, things must have been extremely serious.
Da Vinci comes out and says: "Gudao, we found a singularity in the German year 1950 that can potentially become dangerous, even more than Camelot Singularity. " Da Vinci said it with a worrying expression. Da Vinci is a little girl who was originally a busty woman who was modeled after Mona Lisa. When the Crypters raid Chaldea, she was killed when trying to stop the destruction of Chaldea itself, if it weren't for the fact that she back herself up with this body, she would have died for real.
Sherlock Holmes jumps in and says: "Yes my dear elementary. When we found about the singularity, I tried to calculate every possibility and how potentially dangerous this singularity is, and... I'm afraid the variations always constantly jump up and messing down to the point, not even I can't hypothetically give you the right enough result. You know that I am not the type to add in hypothesis to fact and if you are seeing me doing this. You know how bad things have become"
"And so because of that, we decided to give this singularity rank EX for being incalculable " Da Vinci giving her words.
"So this is a fight I can't back down huh?" Gudao thinks solemnly.
"So you decided right? Ok, then we shall commence the Operat-". Da Vinci excitedly said before getting cut off.
"HOLD IT". Said Gilgamesh.
''What's wrong Gil?". Gudao asks the servant who he has considered Gudao to be equal to him.
"I have seen 156,189 possibilities and they involve you getting erased the moment you land in that singularity," Gil said with a serious tone which is very rarely happening.
"Then how many of it did I land safely" Gudao asking him with concern
"I'll give it a 1, and that is if you decided to bring only that Faker or one of his family with you, not that I meant to insult him you know," said Gil.
"I think you should also taking his advice," Said the blonde woman with the name Artoria Pendragon which is the King Arthur
"I agree with her too," said the blond guy next to her who bears the name Arthur Pendragon which is also King Arthur, he considered Artoria like his sister.
Their instinct basically screams that he should just go with Emiya, anyone else would spell doom to him.
"Emiya, will you follow me?" Gudao asks him with a determined look. The dual bladed Archer taking it up with no hesitation."Of course"
"Ok, so then everything is set, right?" Da Vinci asked."So then we shall commence rayshift"
After the preparation is completed, for now.
"Rayshifting commence... Counting down 3...2...1...0"
To be continued.
Since this is my newest fic, any criticism is welcomed and I'll use it to further my writing skills. I can only write during the weekend or my free time so please wait if you are actually interested in it.