The Holy Grail War, a glorious contest between seven Magi for the ultimate prize. One wish on the Holy Grail. Although it is not the Grail that the Son of God had drunk from before his death, the prize itself could be considered just as glorious, for it granted one wish, no matter how big, small, or insane the wish may be. However, the Grail can only grant that one wish, so the Magi wage war with familiars they summon using the Grail's power.
These familiars are not mere slaves, no, far from it. They are legendary heroes brought to walk the Earth once more, fighting along side their Masters for a chance to have their own wishes granted, whether it is to fix past regrets, or selfishly acquire something they had not in life.
Such a chance for such a wondrous thing should have Magi from all walks of life clamoring for it, should it not?
Nay, for the Grail itself chooses the Masters, bestowing unto them three Command Seals to allow control over their Servants. The contestants are chosen for battle based on their need for it.
A Master can attempt to influence their summoning with the use of an artifact known as a catalyst. If no catalyst is used, then the Grail will summon a hero that is close to the Master in terms of personality or desire.
Make no mistake though. In the end, it is the Grail's choice as to what Servant the Master will get, as the magi will soon learn...
As the moon and the stars illuminated the skies and the earth, in the basement of the small Church on a hill stood one lone man in a priest's garments looking over a complex magical circle on the stone floor of the cold, dark room. The circle was glowing with a soothing white light as he spoke the words he was taught, a simple chant to bring forth a Heroic Spirit to the world. Kotomine Kirei's fist tightened as he watched what could be considered a small miracle happening before his very eyes. While some might be filled with awe, or fear, or even wonder, Kirei felt nothing. He still wasn't sure why he was even here, why he spent the last three years learning magecraft for this moment. Was this even worth it?
His thoughts were put on hold as the white light erupted from the circle, washing over the priest and temporarily blinding him. When the light cleared and Kirei's sight returned to him, he felt shock at the figure before him, despite the neutral look on his face. While it was his intention to summon one of the Hassan-i-Sabbah, the man standing in the circle was a far cry from anything resembling an Middle Eastern Assassin.
If Kirei were to guess, he would say the Servant he summoned was American, but that didn't seem right for some reason. The Servant was taller than him by an inch or so, and this was without counting his large, fuzzy black afro. The man was well built, as one would expect a hero to be, his skin tanned by the sun. He wore a brown gi, so Kirei would assume that the man was a martial artist of some sort, but he knew not of any martial artist that would also wear a large billowing cape behind him, or a large belt with the words "CHAMPION" written on it in bold letters. All of these were strange, but the large mustache that dominated the man's lips stood out to Kirei for some odd reason. Perhaps it was because most people he knew didn't have facial hair.
Strangest of all though was the pose the man was in. His stance was wide, both hands thrown into the air, both taking the shape of a V with his fingers.
"WAH HA HA HA HA! DON'T YOU WORRY NOW, MASTER!" the man spoke in a boisterous tone, one so loud that Kirei swore the entire church itself reverberated with the man's voice. "NOW THAT YOU HAVE SUMMONED ME, ASSASSIN, YOUR VICTORY IS GUARANTEED? WHY? BECAUSE I, THE SAVIOR OF EARTH, IS HERE!"
There was no way this man was an Assassin. Kirei stood quietly, staring at the man he summoned in awkward silence, the two not budging for several minutes. Finally, the man coughed and lowered his hands. "You are the one that summoned me, right son?" The 'Assassin' asked.
"... Yes," Kirei spoke up for the first time, trying to process what was going one. The Assassin smile a warm smile, reaching out and grabbing one Kirei's hand, firmly grasping it as he shook the priest's hand.
"Great! Then I look forward to working with you, Mr...?"
"... Kotomine... Kotomine Kirei," The priest supplied. The Assassin's smile somehow got even bigger.
"It's nice to meet you, Kirei! My name's Mark, but you can call me Mr. Satan!"
