Chapter 13

Warm...Mark felt warmth on his skin as his senses slowly came back. Where am I? He thought before he slowly opened his eyes.

Orange – it was the first thing that he saw. It confused him for a second and then suddenly he felt the heat blow up to his face. "Ahh!" He gasped as the heat stung his skin and his vision cleared up. "W-What-!" the man regretted opening his eyes. Mark found himself sitting on a throne made of metal. The throne was on top of a hill that overlooked a desert that was on fire. The desert in front of him was filled with large spears and on the spears were impaled people.

What is this place!? Mark's eyes widened in horror as he saw that the ground was covered with blood that was knee-deep. The reason why he saw orange first was because the horizon in front of him was nothing but a long and tall wall of fire, and its infernal blaze reflected the glint of the crimson sea back at him.

"Help us!" a voice echoed deeply within his ear and the Hero looked to his left. A couple was running towards him. The man and the woman were both huffing as their feet parted the bloody sea, their faces displaying nothing but pure dread and fear.

I must save them! Invincible tried to move, but he couldn't. He darted his black eyes to his hands. Both of them were wrapped in an iron lock. "What the hell!" He then tried to move his feet, only to find out that it was also locked in place. He realized that he was strapped on his throne.

"Climb up here!" he shouted in desperation as the couple listened and ascended towards him.

*SLASHED* The sounds of spears stabbing through a human flesh rang loudly to the Hero. Mark choked and gasped in terror as blood splattered on his cheeks. Spears had suddenly ejected out of the ground and impaled the two. Their innards were exposed and blood was dripping from their large gaping wounds.

"No!" The Hero screamed in fright. Tears began to pour out of his eyes. "Wh-What's happening!?" he asked no one as he began to cry.

"Your wish is being granted. That's what's happening." the familiar voice - a man's - replied to him in a cold tone. The hero slowly turned to his right and saw a figure that he recognized.

"Omni-Man…" Invincible muttered distantly as the treacherous hero stood still on his right. His light blue eyes looked down upon the bloody and hellish sea. His face was still and devoid of expression, which he then shifted to his son.

"What you're seeing is the result of your wish."

"No! This isn't what I was asking for!" The Invincible said strongly, denying what the treacherous hero had said.

The elder hero stared at him for a moment before a devilish smile spread on his lips. "You wished for everyone's ability to do evil to disappear one day. This is the day that Humanity and every life-form lost the ability to do evil. The Grail is simply eliminating everyone who could or thought of evil before they could do it in this reality. It is killing evil before it can influence someone." Omni-Man leaned to his son, moving his evil smile closer to him. "You should be happy with your wish, Mark. The Grail has truly granted you a beautiful miracle."

Mark gasped sharply in fear as he tried to deny it more. "No! This isn't what I was hoping to see! This isn't my wish! This is wrong!" the Invincible wailed in dread while he refused the scene in front of him. This wasn't how he was hoping his wish would turn out. The Viltrumite soldier's smile disappeared and was replaced with a furious frown, his eyes becoming bloodshot with rage.

"You deny your own wish. You've just rejected the miracle of the Grail." Omni-Man then grabbed both of his son's shoulders, holding him more to the accursed throne.

"What-What are you doing-!?"

"What you've done is 'evil', Mark. Now prepare to suffer." the treacherous hero whispered harshly to his right ear. The ground beneath the foot of his throne suddenly cracked and opened up, a shiny glint of a blade gleaming brightly to the Hero. The Invincible's eyes widened in horror as he realized what was about to happen.

"No-! Don't-!" Mark tried to scream but it was cut short as the spear thrust out and pierced him in his chest. The sound of Mark's flesh being pierced echoed throughout the hill. A pain erupted and crawled throughout his body. It made his eyes open to the real world as his nightmare ended.

"No!" Mark screeched sharply as he lifted his head up, only to feel a burning tenderness all over his body. He gasped and landed his head on a soft pillow behind him. His eyes then slowly adjusted and he saw a beige-colored ceiling adorned by a small but elegant chandelier. He shifted his head to the left and saw the brown wallpaper, a sturdy mahogany desk and a line of tall bookshelves filled with nothing but tall and ancient tomes.

"Mrrmph." he heard a familiar grunt. He looked to his right and saw thick curtains that blocked a window and right beside it was Heracles. His lifeless golden eyes looked straight at him while standing so still that he almost blended with the room's furniture.

"Heracles-" Mark reached out to his Servant and then he stopped. He blinked again just to make sure. The last he remembered was that his right hand had been cut, but now he saw that it was back and he could move it. The command spell, now only down to one, glowed in crimson, meaning that his magic was powering the contract with his Servant. "Whoa, how in the world…?" A very surprised look formed on his face as he sat straight up. Where am I? He looked around his room and noticed the coldness creeping on his bare skin. He looked down and lifted the white sheets that covered his lower body, discovering that he was naked underneath.

I hope they didn't take advantage of me. Mark thought as a flash of red occurred on his face. He then looked back on his left and saw a hand mirror. Mark picked it up and looked at his face. The Trollhunter had slashed his right cheek and gouged his right eye during the fight. However, his right eye looked back at him. The scars and bloody injuries were all gone.

"Who do you think healed me, Heracles?" he asked his Servant, who only made a short groan and shifted his eyes towards the far corner of the room. Mark looked at the corner and saw a black trench coat, white buttoned long-sleeve shirt and black pants, and black shoes. "Of course, we can't go out naked, right?" An embarrassed smile spread on his lips as he stood up, but then he felt the room sway.

"The room is swaying...am I on a ship?" Mark glanced down on the desk beside him and saw a notepad with words 'S.S. HEAVEN'S FEEL' written on the top. I am on a ship. He thought in realization as he walked towards the new clothes and put it on.

After donning the new clothes that were covered in the strong smell of lavender, the Hero walked towards the curtains. He pulled the curtains and winced at the sudden increase in sunlight. His vision returned and he finally saw the world outside. He was in a large yacht and the view in front of him was a pier. The air was cold as he opened the window. The Hero looked around after he stepped on the balcony and started taking note of his surroundings.

"I'm in Novorossiysk, Russia." the Hero concluded after he read a gigantic welcome billboard sign on the dock.

A confused look formed on Mark's face. How did he get inside this yacht in the first place? But it was answered by an image flashing in his mind – Lord-El Melloi II, who emerged from a dark alleyway and then a girl with snow white hair and blood red eyes peering down at him with degrading amusement. The memory made him sharply look to the door on the far side of the room. He was now fully aware of where exactly he was.

"We are in the domain of another master, Heracles. Go into your invisible form." he commanded, urgently, and the Greek Hero disappeared. The Hero walked towards the door and, after taking a deep breath, he whisked it open.

Mark silently walked along an empty hallway. The walls were colored with yellow-gold, statues of heroes lined up together with many portraits of women and men whose hairs were snow-white and their eyes ruby-red. It looked like a museum dedicated to the family of the girl who saved him, but he wasn't very sure.

Creepy. The Hero gulped down, unnerved by the hollow stare of the people in the paintings. The hallway ended in a wide and spacious room. The room was decorated with many bookshelves that contained hundreds of books. Below him were sofas and many reading tables lined up on the side. The room was some kind of a floating library. The floor was made out of glass, which showed the bottom of the sea. The whole place was so majestic that the Hero couldn't help but feel amazed. However, he could feel that something was wrong.

"Interesting-" Invincible stopped short as his black eyes caught a familiar figure. Sitting below him, on the sofa with an opened book on his lap, was the Magi, Lord El-Melloi II. The sight made Mark frown. He jumped from the second floor and landed softly behind the man. "You've got some nerve to show up after you-" He charged at him but paused after he walked and faced the man.

The man's face was completely still. In fact, it was so still that he looked like a mannequin. His eyes, still black, were glossy and had unnatural shine. It was as if the Magi was a doll or puppet.

"Oh, you're awake." Mark darted his eyes behind him and saw the white-haired girl. The girl was standing on the other end of the library, a white apron hanging on her neck over her black blouse and grey skirt. Her ruby eyes stared back at him with the same predatory interest.

"You."

"Good morning, Mr. Grayson. I've just finished cooking your breakfast. Healing you is pretty easy with my magic." she said cheerfully. Mark only looked down on her, coldly.

"You saved me, why?" he asked in a serious manner as the girl slightly shifted in her feet.

"I will tell you while you're eating."

"I do not partake in meals that could be poisoned." Mark said in sharpness as his suspecting eyes stared dagger at the girl. Viltrumites are actually immune to all kinds of poison. Well, normal grade of poison that is not magical.

The girl's smile softened to a cool one as she replied. "I have no intention of killing you, Mr. Grayson. Though, I know that you'll be the potential victor of this war." The words of the girl made the Invincible blink, an intrigued look forming on his face. The voice of the girl, and together with her demure, told him that what she had said was true. The girl knew something about him. Curiosity filled his chest and it made him take a step forward before he followed her.

"By the way, my name is Illya 2." the girl said cheerfully, making Mark raise his right brow.

Illya 2, that's weird. "What happened to Illya 1?"

The girl stopped in her tracks, making the Hero stand still. She slowly turned around and showed her smiling face, but her it had changed into a sinister one, making Invincible gulp in dithers. "Like I said, Mr. Grayson, I will tell you everything while you're eating." she said with a normal voice, but the Hero could detect a slight hint of malice and irritation in her tone.

The girl then continued walking and Mark only followed in rigid silence, not trying to pry the girl with more questions.

Outside and on the top deck of the yacht, Mark was silently eating his breakfast on a table with the view of the whole pier. The food in front of him was Mapo Tofu, the same scalding and spicy cuisine that he had eaten in Venice. Much to the Hero's dismay, he ate it in bites, not wanting to protest to the girl who might do battle with him. He mustn't risk clashing with Maguses, now that he knew that Viltrumites were vulnerable against any form of magic.

"How was it, Mr. Grayson?" Illya 2 said as she turned to him, her face beaming with a sunny smile.

"It's ok." Invincible said modestly. Not that bad. He wiped his lips as the girl sat across from him. The two sat in silence for a moment before she looked up to him.

"You're a kind hero, Mr. Grayson, which is why I chose to help you." the girl said amicably as she stared her ruby eyes at the man. Invincible noticed her sudden calmness, making him sit still in vigilance in case she attacked.

"Thanks, I guess." he said as he felt a bit of sadness. I'm not that kind anymore. The things that he had done to Jim, the choices that he had made against his friends and former teammates on the Guardians of the Globe – these things were contradictory to what the child had said to him. Mark took a spoonful of the spicy food before he cast his black eyes at her again.

"But that's not all, isn't it? You want something from me." he said with a hint of suspicion in his voice. It was too obvious for him. His girl had saved him because she had, most certainly, a plan for him.

The girl maintained her smile. "You're smart, I like it." Illya 2 stood up and walked to the railings of the yacht. She gazed to the horizon as the cold wind carried her white hair before she turned her attention back to him. "Yes, Mr. Grayson. There's something that I want you to do." She paused and tilted her head to the left, beaming a now tranquil smile at him. "I want you to help me fulfil my purpose."

Invincible blinked a few times as he registered her words. Purpose? A startled look formed on his face. "I don't get it." he said, fuddled, but with a hint of interest.

The girl looked down. Sadness was in her eyes before she leaned her back on the railings. "Let me tell you a history." Illya 2 walked slowly back to her chair. She sat down and closed her eyes after she rested her back on her chair. "The History of the Holy Grail."

Holy Grail? Mark didn't reply, but the girl caught his interest. The Invincible Hero leaned on the table, eyes lit up and locked on her with strong eagerness to hear the history of the wish granting device. The girl noticed his reaction and only nodded in satisfaction. She took a deep breath and began to weave the story.

"There was once a powerful mage who created a magic called 'the Third Magic'." Illya 2 began as her face became serene, memories of her past starting to show in her vision. "The Third Magic allows the user to see the future with perfect precision. However, the real power of said magic is the materialization of the human soul."

Materialization? Mark raised his brow, questioning what she said.

Illya 2 noticed his reaction and calmly explained. "That means one could live forever just as long as their soul is intact." The Hero only nodded. He understood what she meant as the young Magi continued. "The Mage had disciples and he gave it to them. However, for some unknown reason, the disciples lost it and the incident devastated all of them."

Mark's brows furrowed after he learned what had happened to the 'Third Magic'. "They lost an important piece of magic...Aren't they a bit careless?"

"They're humans, Mark. Despite being disciples of the great Mage, they make mistakes."

Nice excuse. Invincible only closed his eyes and continued to listen to the girl, hiding his disappointed frown.

"The disciples then tried to recreate the same magic for thousands of years until one of them decided to create a homunculus. This homunculus was named 'Justeaze Lizrich von Einzbern' and she was given the mission to recreate the Third Magic no matter what her methods were or how many years it would take for her to do so." Illya 2 paused, a contemplative look forming on her face. The face of her ancestor briefly flashed on her mind. "And so, for a thousand of years she worked hard in her search for how to recreate it. She'd travel to many places in this world, discovering many powers that are both beneficial and disastrous to mankind."

"It sounds like she's being punished for a careless crime that she didn't commit." Invincible commented, in a forlorn way. He couldn't help but feel pity for the homunculus. Illya 2 looked down and noticed that Hero's tea cup was empty. She stood up and fetched a teapot from her side. She walked beside the Hero and refilled his cup with her steaming pot of green tea.

"Thank you for your pity, but I don't need it. It's just her purpose and mission, after all." She smiled cheerfully at Mark while she dropped two sugar cubes in his tea. She went back to her chair and composedly resumed.

"And then she discovered a ritual magic technique. She finally knew how to bring back the lost 'Third Magic', but in doing so, she needed help." Illya 2 closed her eyes, a pleasant and remembering look forming on her face. "She met a man named Zolken Makiri, a Russian mage who was fleeing his homeland. Russia, at that time, persecuted people who practiced magic. So, in exchange for his escape, he would support her, and the Einzbern homunculus agreed. The man then told her of a place where she could perform her new ritual magic and that place was in Fuyuki, Japan."

Japan? "Why is that?"

"The ritual magic needed a place where ley lines intersect with each other. Ley lines is where the mana, for magic, comes from."

Oh. Mark was satisfied with the explanation. He took a sip of the green tea and felt its sweetness on his tongue. The girl continued.

"The two went to Japan and there they met Nagato Tohsaka, a Christian foreigner who practiced magic and was a refugee of the land. He, too, was escaping from the Christian and Catholic persecution of people against magic users."

Poor those sods, Invincible felt sadness for the other two mages. Unlike the Einzbern Homunculus, the two were victims of persecution from the common folks, just because they couldn't understand their lifestyle. The same thing could happen to the Viltrumites...or to the Humans soon. He saw the parallel of what had happened to the mages and what would happen if the two species met. The cruel imagination made him frown more.

"The Tohsaka's, at that time, despite being foreigners, had earned the respect of the land. The normal folks had given him their lands. After the two arrived, he then heard of the homunculus' mission. He was also enticed with the idea of the materialization of the human soul, so he agreed to help them by giving up his land to them." The girl took a lemon cookie and stared at its crusty surface, as if she was remembering something important. "Now then, the ritual magic that the Einzbern homunculus had discovered was to open a gate that leads to 'the Root'."

"Root?" the Invincible's Hero made a stumped look at the girl.

The term had made him confused, but the girl smiled again and explained. "It's what you normal folks call 'God'. The Root is a place outside of this universe. It is where everything is born and will return to after they die." she stated plainly as she glanced to her right, eyeing Heracles, who was invisible, with a mischievous smirk.

"Are you saying that God is a tree, literally a tree?" Invincible said with a surprised look on his face. He wasn't much of a believer, but he was always taught in school that God was a man. Now that he knew the real form of the Divine Being was that of a tree, it completely shocked him. Illya 2 smirked at his reaction, delighted at the man's clueless response.

"Every universe is supported by the Root for it is the one that gives life. If a Magi went to the Root and tapped one of its branches, that Magi would gain an infinite amount of mana. That Magi would become the most powerful wizard or mage, and thus capable of performing the Third Magic very easily." Illya 2 said with wonderment as she gazed at the lemon cookie. "That is what Justeaze had concluded and the only way for her to reach the Root was to create a gate. She called the gate 'Greater Grail'."

Greater Grail? After hearing the word Grail, Mark's face began to be filled with engrossment. He felt that he had reached the most important part of the history. The magi noticed an interesting look and she smirked in excitement.

"The Greater Grail served as a gate for her and the other magus to tap the Root. However, she made a grave mistake. She might've built the Gate. However, she had forgotten to create a 'Key' to open it." Mark's brows furrowed again in chagrin.

"So, what happened?" he asked, maintaining his engagement to the girl's story.

"She created it, the key to open it, and she called it 'Lesser Grail', a perfect replica of the Greater Grail." Illya 2 paused as her gaze at the man deepened into predatory-like. "The Holy Grail that you and that Trollhunter have been fighting for is the 'Lesser Grail', and it is the one that can truly grant wishes." Mark let out a soft and inaudible gasp, but his eyes widened in astonishment. He finally knew what the Holy Grail's true purpose was. However, it puzzled him more in how it really worked.

"I get that it's a key...but how does it grant wishes? What is its power source?" Mark asked in an eager, but gentle way. He wanted to know more about the Holy Grail itself.

Illya 2 closed her eyes for a second before she explained. "The Lesser Grail is a container that acts as a Key and in order to do so, it needs seven spirits of humans or divine beings that had heeded the call of the Greater Grail and had done good deeds or helped reshaping humanity from the past, present, future or even another dimension, hence the term 'Heroic Spirits'."

So that's why they're called Heroic Spirits, huh. Mark glanced at Heracles. The Servant was only standing still and completely invisible. You must've done well in your past, buddy. Proud of you. He smiled with pride at his Servant, who only nodded and shifted his eyes back to Illya 2.

"Now then, as for how it works...it's very simple. You only say your wish on it. The Grail is very powerful. It can even revive a dead planet or civilization." the girl said as he glanced at the Berserker Servant. Her smile widened into a tempting one.

So that's how it works, and I thought it was complicated. "Well then, I guess if I win this war, I will receive the Grail automatically…or will I have to find it?" he asked with a questioning look and the girl glanced back at him. "Where is it anyway?" the Hero added as Illya 2 looked down again on the table.

"When Justeaze successfully created the Lesser Grail, she didn't want to make any more mistakes. The ritual of summoning seven heroic spirits is very risky, much more so if they all suddenly battle against each other at once. So, she needed to keep the Lesser Grail safe." She paused and put the cookie down on the plate. "She imbued the Lesser Grail within her body and, just as she suspected, the first Holy Grail War ended in failure and she was killed in battle."

Mark gulped down as he suddenly felt nervous. He wasn't expecting the girl to die so easily, but his concern was more on the Grail. "What happened to the Grail, the Lesser one?"

"Don't worry. She made a copy of it and instructions." She smiled as she raised her head with pride. "And the instructions only said that the Lesser Grail should only be imbued within the women homunculi and descendants of Einzbern."

The Invincible Hero felt relieved. At least the Holy Grail was safe and he could still receive it if he won this war. However, a sudden realization hit him. He slowly shifted his black eyes at the girl. "Your name is Illyasviel von Einzbern II. You've an 'Einzbern' in your name...Are you her descendant?"

"Right." Illya 2 said plainly. Her answer made a hopeful smile on the Hero's face.

Then the next one should be obvious.

"Then, Illya 2...are you carrying the Lesser Grail?"

"I am the Lesser Grail, or I will be soon anyways." Mark's smile turned into a joyful one.

I can't believe it, it's here and it's her! Invincible couldn't contain his joy. His smile widened into a happy one as he stared at Illya 2 as if the girl had become his prize. "I can't believe the Holy Grail is just right in front of me." His voice shook in amazement as the girl giggled happily, delighted at the Hero's reaction.

"However, I'm not yet the Grail." Illya 2 stated placidly before she explained it further. "The Rider and Assassin Servant weren't summoned yet. What's more, Saber is still alive. As for the Archer, the real Archer that I summoned, was killed immediately, so the Archer that you saw is a 'Fake' Archer. She bears no meaning in this war."

Mark sunk in his chair and an irritated frown formed on his face. She's right. I still have to defeat Saber...and Jim. Jim's bloody face suddenly flashed in his mind and it made Mark feel tense. Jim's mangled body, lying on the floor – the memory made Mark feel sick and heavy in his stomach.

He clearly didn't want to hurt that boy, but he must because he was in his way to fulfill his wish.

"And now, we've come to the bargaining part." Illya 2 said as she made a single clap with both of her hands. The door opened and a figure came out. It was Lord El-Melloi II, or so it seemed. The Hero noticed that the man was now moving in a strained walk as if he were a puppet. In his hands was a large wooden box, which he put on the table.

"Thank you. Now, move back." The man took a step back as the girl opened the black wooden box and took out an object. Mark watched as the girl put a large glass jar filled with red liquid on the table. The jar was adorned with intricate lines and ancient words that were already dead. Mark's eyes widened in shock as he saw something floating in the middle.

"I-Is that a heart?" His voice shook in horror as the heart inside the jar was still beating as if it was connected to an invisible body.

"Yes, Mr. Grayson. In fact, this is me." Illya 2 said as she faced the man. "Whenever the Einzberns participate in the Holy Grail War, they always make two homunculi in case the first body is killed during the war. That way, another one would replace that homunculus." The girl caressed the surface of the jar as she tried to feel the warmth of the heart inside. "The first Illyasviel was killed by a Servant during the fifth Holy Grail War. As for me, they put me on a shelf for the war had ended with the Greater Grail being destroyed…before they could use me."

Mark darted his confused eyes at the girl as Illya 2 began to approach him. Her eyes were sad and her smile seemed sorrowful. "Mr. Grayson, that man and I are merely puppets with mana imbued within. Allow me to apologize to you by confessing that I'm the one who truly invited you to join this war – you and that boy to be precise."

"What?" Mark, still frightened, felt lost to her words, but the girl continued.

"There's another Greater Grail and me, another Lesser Grail, who are still capable of opening it. Mr. Grayson, I want to fulfill my purpose of becoming a Lesser Grail and I know you're the only one who is capable of fulfilling my wish."

She took the Hero's hand and looked at the single Command Spell on his knuckles. "I am your Grail...just as you are to me. Your wish is for everyone to lose the ability to do evil, am I right? I can grant it, if you help me to become a Lesser Grail."

I...This is too much! Mark wanted to step back to think, but he couldn't. The girl's voice was very despairful. She was truly sad that she couldn't fulfill her purpose as a homunculus. However, he was torn to the idea that the girl was human too. She could have a decent life, a happy normal life, even though she was just a heart. She could give herself a chance to live as a human, but it would seem she would outright refuse his recommendation.

"Illya 2, I-" Mark's eyes widened as he finally reached a conclusion. But she's the Lesser Grail. If she becomes that, then my wish would come true. He now had the opportunity. He only needed to wait for it to come to fruition. The ideal world that he wanted, where every life-form, whether Viltrumites and Humans, could live hand in hand, united against all odds – the image played in his mind. The answer was obvious and within his reach.

"Illya 2...I will help you just so you can promise me that my wish will happen." Mark said and drew a sincere smile.

Illya gasped in pure joy as she lunged at him and hugged him tight. "Thank you, Grayson onii-san."

Cold. Mark should feel warmth if this girl was human, but it was clear that she wasn't. Her body was hard and cold as stone, which told him that the history she had told was completely true. She was just a heart surviving as a puppet. A wave of pity overwhelmed the Hero as he also hugged her in a tight embrace, trying to give his warmth to the girl. "You can call me Mark, Illya 2."

Night had come fast on the yacht and the Hero. After he had taken his dinner ,which was cooked by the fake doll, Lord El-Melloi II, Mark was now walking down the hallway towards his room. The two were silent for a moment as they approached the door. "You must've had a lonely life, Illya 2." Mark said in a kind way as the girl looked up to him.

"Yes, but all of it will be over after I become a Lesser Grail." she said with satisfaction.

Mark had reached his room and was about to open it when he paused and asked the girl another question. "Is that really your wish, Illya, to fulfill your purpose as a Lesser Grail. I mean, you will really die." he asked in a worried manner.

The girl understood what he meant. He was worried for her and that made her cast the same fulfilled smile at him. "Yes. I'm not scared to die just as I was born to do."

The confidence of the girl made Invincible feel relieved. At least she was happy and content with what would happen to her. She was truly strong and devoted to her purpose. He opened the door of his room and quietly bowed to her, thanking her for the food before he closed it so he could retire himself for the night.

Illyasviel II stood for a moment in front of the man's room before she turned around and started walking. She moved through the hallway at a glacial pace, walking under the scrutinizing eyes of her ancestors in the portraits, and then she stopped suddenly. Her jovial smile slowly shifted into a sinister one as she turned around and said, "You can materialize now, Heracles...or is that even your name?"

In an instant, the Servant of Invincible appeared in front of her. Heracles loomed over the girl, his face etched with an angry frown and his lifeless golden eyes flashing in blood red. He huffed and spewed air from his nostrils as he moved his head closer to the girl, baring his fangs at her.

"Drop the act, I know that there's more than one Spirit Origin inside you, Heracles." Illyasviel said in defiancet as she glanced to her right where a ceiling mirror stood. "Interesting. So, what happened during Invincible's summoning was a double summoning, huh? A real, but rare error in the Holy Grail War." the homunculus proudly explained as Heracles made a growl at her.

"However, you should be very careful. Spirit Origins are actually the core of a Heroic Spirit. Their bodies are nothing but shells for interaction. If two Spirit Origins exist within the same body of a Heroic Spirit, the stronger Spirit Origin will destroy the weaker." Illya 2 twirled gracefully before she faced the mirror and tilted her head to the right. "I do hope you won't be consumed by Heracles's Spirit Origin...Omni-Man-san."

Illyasviel cast her degrading smile at the other reflection. The reflection, which should've been the Greek Hero, wasn't Heracles, but rather that of a man wearing a white costume with a crimson O on his chest and a red cape that drag behind him; the treacherous Viltrumite, Nolan Grayson, which the world had known him as Omni-Man.

Omni-man didn't react, his head hung low and his light blue eyes still as he stared down the magi with nothing but strong resentment.

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Fate/Stay Night, Tales of Arcadia and the cartoon Invincible. Names, Places and Events arepurely fictional if one exists in real life then its purely coincidental.

Special thanks to Pure Red Crane for beta-reading.

Hello everyone and welcome to my new Chapter. It looks like the Mark finally know what the grail was and how it was powered. Its a good thing that his servant is still alive and kicking...but does he really know his Servant at all? Heracles is more than just the Greek Hero! What do you think will happen next guys!? Do you think Omni-man has a plan for the grail, or is he just there to help his son? Either way, stay tune for more! Thinker out!