Hatred was not something a mortal could truly understand. Not on the same level he did. He lived in hate. Dwelled in it. He was hate incarnate. What hate a human could feel was but a drop in the bucket. A meaningless exercise for creatures that were so gifted in creation and destruction. Oh how he hated them.
Yet now he had been given an opportunity to pay back their hatred. Hatred turned against him. Turned against each other and the earth. Everything would burn and they would finally begin to understand what true hatred looks like. Perhaps they would learn. He didn't care one way or another if they did. As long as they paid for what they had done.
He did not care for the meddling of the gods. They could barely interact with this world and that was only to get to the grail. Otherwise, they were a non-issue. He should honestly thank them though. Because of them, he had the energy of eight servants dwelling within him. This allowed him to create another war sooner rather than later. He didn't want to wait to be born. Not anymore. The war would begin soon.
Firstly, he wanted to make the family of that man who rejected him pay. His curse should have done its job but he ended up dying anyways. It wasn't enough. It never was, but he had to put those feelings aside. He would remind himself every time he had those thoughts that they would die with everyone else. They were not special. They were all terrible. The world would be better without them in it.
So he planned and then smiled. The gods had jumped started this war, giving the grail access to servants from other realms. Not only that, the energy output was immense now. The city itself was probably oozing with prana because of the last war. Enough so more then last time's amount could be summoned. Good. The more servants he could bring about, the stronger he would become. Yes, this would do just fine.
Angra Mainyu would have his day. Soon enough, the world would burn in his hatred. Firstly, they would be given a taste of it with this war. Who cares if the world finds out about magic. Not like they'll live long enough to remember. Well at least he hoped that the winning master would survive long enough to free him. Regardless, he had everything in motion. Now he just had to wait.
The masters on the other hand, had to do the hard part: Stay Alive.
Easier said then done.
Hello everyone and welcome to the next story in this particular timeline. Now this is just a small prologue chapter. Don't worry, the rest of them will be the usual sizes I make for my fics and the previous one. Although with a much larger cast, I might try and make the chapters a bit longer to include more of them. Either way, I wanted to give you all a small taste. It might be a while before I post more of this since I'm getting things in order with other fics and work but I wanted to get something out and let you all know I haven't given up on this idea. I hope you all enjoy what's to come and I can't wait to hear from you again. Until next time, take care.