Crimson eyes look out through the vast green wasteland he lives in, unseeing but knowing.
"Das Material ist aus Silber und Eisen. Der Grundstein ist aus Stein und dem Großherzog des Vertrag. Der Ahn ist mein großer Meister Schweinorg."
He has forgotten how long he has stood here, just watching the strands of grass stray in the low wind of his Paradise [Hell].
"Schutz gegen einen heftigen Wind. Schließ alle Tore, geh aus der Krone, zirkulier die Gabelung nach dem König."
Some days he wishes to have not gone the path he followed, others he reveals in the solitude and solidarity of this place.
"Füll, füll, füll, füll, füll."
Stray memories would filter into his mind. Of battles fought and honors gained.
"Es wird fünfmal wiederholt. Nur ist es die volle Zeit gebrochen.
－Satz.
Du überläßt alles mir, mein Schicksal überläßt alles deinem Schwert."
They all feel foreign and false to him, feeling he has not earned them. And never will as he continues to stare across his wasteland.
"Das basiert auf dem Gral, antwort wenn du diesem Willen und diesem Vernunftgrund folgst."
"...I do…"
He answers, the foreign words echoing in his Soul, his hold on his precious gift tightening. One of the few given by his teacher.
"Liegt das Gelübde hier. Ich bin die Güte der ganzen Welt. Ich bin das Böse der ganzen Welt."
The beating of drums sound in his ears, the sounds of war and battle filling his mind as his body tightened as it dissipated from his Haven [Hell].
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The room was alit with arcane light, as if the world was rippling as power filled the room, ancient and malevolent. A shout was heard from a woman, in her palm a blue gem slowly cracking into dust that whirls around a blood red magic circle.
"Du bist der Himmel mit dreien Wortseelen. Komm, aus dem Kreis der Unterdrückung, der Schutzgeist der Balkenwaage－!"
And suddenly, the room was quiet as all the energy of the room condensed above the circle, pushing up dust and soot blinding everyone involved.
But just as quickly a gust of unnatural wind swirls around the circle, pushing the unwanted debri away to reveal a man.
Twin pairs of red eyes stare at each other before one of them smirks in assures confidence as they push back a strand of golden hair.
"You look younger than I thought you would, Child of Light."
The Golden haired woman was given a feral grin by said man as they lean in closer to them, using a red barbed spear as a crutch.
"So you're my Master missy? Lancer class Servant, Cú Chulainn of Ulster. Show me how you'll handle me."
His words were a mix of taunting and introductory as he tilts his down to stare down the blonde woman with an almost feral expression.
But his words just slid off her as if she had no care for them. Instead she turns around as she walks away, towards a staircase that leads upstairs. As she did she gave him a parting words.
"Rin, Hound. Remember that name for it's the name of the winner of the Holy Grail War."
The door was left open as Rin left the room as a grinning Cu digest her words. Before too long he whistles as he follows her steps up but not before commenting at his summoning.
"This will be fun, I can just feel it."
A clock ticks ever slowly as Fate goes ever onwards.