Fate/Heaven's Order

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Fuyuki 2004

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Shirou takes a step forward. It's an excruciating pain. The swords in his body pierce right through him. With each second that he moves, a new one appears to slice right through his insides and skin. He feels his face begin to numb as more swords protrude from his body. His hands are bleeding as it rolls down and drips on the stone floor.

████████████ said that… the timebomb would be activated the moment he took of the shroud.

He coughs it out. A thick glob of blood as it blots the floor beneath him.

If he dies here, there would be nobody to bury him. He would never see the people he cared for ever again. His body would never be recovered even if it were recognizable. He… he would make her cry again.

He wants to stop. If he does, he'll get a moment of rest. A moment longer to live. If he doesn't move at all, it won't just be limited to a moment. At most, he'll have a day left to live.

"… heh."

What wouldn't he give just for that? A moment so that the world would finally let him rest.

"Senpai."

He takes another step forward.

There should be no more obstacles, nothing to get in his way to destroy the Holy Grail. The path ahead should be clear.

Yet…

Someone stands there.

"Kirei Kotomine."

The priest turns around and smiles. "It seems that you survived. Shirou… Emiya."

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In a cavern not so different from this one. There laid two bodies.

One was clad in red, her skirt black and bloodied. Her black hair freely falling down, no longer tied by her twin braids. Her azure eyes were opened as she stared into the other body. She was clad in black and red as well. Her hair a white that rivaled snow and eyes so crimson it rivaled blood.

Their hands were held together.

Eldest and youngest.

The siblings only found their peace in death.

The Servant stands there, staring at the results. There is no victor here. The Holy Grail never complete itself.

The Servant clenches her fists. Yet, her face remains as impassive as ever. The world around her would crumble and fall. She realizes the gravity on what has happened.

The boy had died for nothing.

"Do you wish for another chance?"

Pale eyes looked up and stared into the sky.

Her fists clench around the corrupted Holy Sword.

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"YES!"

He stood there in the halls of Orleans.

This chance is one not to be wasted! He has one now! His truest desire can come true! He can now fulfill his greatest fantasy!

In his hands lies his greatest tool yet. It has enough magical energy to be able to cast a single wish that he so desires. It could be chaos, it could be destruction, agony, suffering towards this entire country that damned her.

Wait…

Her…

"This… with this…"

He howls his laughter. His insanity spreading throughout the building like a disease. His hands holding tight.

His Jeanne. His precious Jeanne. Just as how he imagined her…

"…THE GREATEST COOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOL!"

… with that, a dark shadow appears. Bearing a familiar face with an unfamiliar emotion.

Rage incarnate.

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"Send the troops. Make sure to secure the perimeter!"

"Yes, Emperor Nero!" The Roman guard left the hallway. Leaving Nero Claudius alone with her thoughts. Her crimson sword, never once leaving her side.

She cringes as she looks at her sword. It was the perfect sword meant for the perfect her. But with who her enemies were… with her knowledge as a Servant posing as a human…

"Was my rule… the right way…"

She clenches her fist as she reads the description of her opponent.

"Uncle Caligula…"

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"Don't worry, Lord Jason. With this Holy Grail, we can finally reclaim what is truly ours." Medea smiles innocently.

Jason scoffs. "Obviously. Now all we need are those Goddesses. But those damn pirates keep on interfering with our search…"

She chuckles again. "Might I suggest something? We could hire one of the pirates to take out the other ones so that we can wipe out the other side with ease. Just support them with one of our own powerful heroes."

Jason smiles at that. "Of course, I would have a genius idea like that! If we wipe them out, then those Goddesses would be easy pickings! Haha!"

Hektor sighs as he lets out a cigar. His robotic arm crushing the stub and throwing it into the ocean. "Man, we have our work cut out for us… right, Heracles?"

Heracles left out a huff of smoke as his breath. As a Berserker, he has no need to participate in any of these talks.

But… in his past life… he was also a Servant. His memories may not be so intact as he is clouded with Madness Enhancement… but he remembers certain words…

"Protect her in my stead."

What… what could that mean…?

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Zolgen Maikiri stands in front of this version of the Holy Grail. Modified with technology of Charles Babbage, changed into something more robotic. This looks less of a Holy Grail and more of some super computer.

He chuckles.

"It doesn't matter in the end. So long as my wish is granted."

His dreams of ascending humanity… his dreams of becoming immortal.

So long as they are achieved, he will toss everything aside.

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Nightingale tightens the bandages on the wounds on the soldier as more incoming fire comes from all around. She had to stop the bleeding or else this young man would definitely die.

"Somebody! Pass me some gauze!" She screams as she desperately tries to keep a hold of the boy. His face clenching in pain and doing his best to hold back his tears. He tries his best not to show his suffering towards the nurse.

But at the rate that it was going…

He might have to be amputated…

She shakes her head and comes to a conclusion. She would save this boy, even if it meant killing herself in the process.

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A lone knight wanders in the desert. He holds his right hand that is encased in a silver armor. The wind billowing past him as he ignores the sand in his eyes. His coat fluttering with the wind.

It was a long journey he took. Incredibly so… yet it still continues.

He longs for his own redemption. His greatest sin is what caused his greatest regret. In order to redeem himself… he must find his king once more.

Meanwhile… somewhere even farther beyond in the desert, a holy kingdom was built in less than a day. Its towering height pierces the skies and reaches the edge of the world.

A black knight enters the room, followed by a crimson knight, a sorrowful knight, a proud knight, and a powerful knight. They each fall in line and kneel before the throne. Their loyalty now unfading. Their thoughts aligned with their king.

The king takes of her mask. Revealing jade green eyes that lacked the emotion of a human. She raises her hands towards her subjects.

"In order to save humanity… we must preserve those that know no evil."

She was now only a God.

Elsewhere…

Another city stands. One that rules over the people of Egypt and its people. Sphinxes stand guard as the each roam the perimeter of the land.

The King of Kings, the Pharaoh of the Sun, the Great Ozymandias sits atop his lofty throne holding a golden cup in his hands. His assistant, Nitocris, another great Pharaoh, stands guard as his aide.

May their kingdom last long.

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"Take everything from my inventory and go." He tosses aside the key and they all scream that they now have more ammo to fight off against the demonic beasts.

He sighs as he looks down in his hands.

This task… was going to be the death of him…

He tightens his fists.

He knows his opponents. Three Goddesses. Each of which are far more powerful to destroy his entire land. They each take their own sides as they each have their own objectives for destroying his Babylonia.

He slams his throne with a tightened fist and stands up, his aura alone demanding everyone to pay attention to him, his presence strong enough that he announces himself as king. His golden aura. His crimson glare… This was the true presence of the first Hero. The most powerful King of Heroes.

"Listen up! The Absolute Demonic Front… Babylonia… commences now!"

Every soldier nods their heads as the charge out…

It was time for the Age of Gods to reach its conclusion.

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Fujimaru Ritsuka walks outside his school. "Man, what a tiring day."

He picks his phone from his pocket and scrolls down to see the latest news in Mecha anime before his eyes begin to light up.

"Holy cow! A new Code Geass anime! I can't wait!" He silently fist bumps the air before a black car pulls over and surprises him.

The window rolls over to reveal several men in suits and black shades. They look suspicious but also powerful. "Are you… Fujimaru Ritsuka?"

Silently he nods before he feels something from behind him. The men look on in shock.

Huh? Why would they be so surprised?

He looks down and sees a red spot and a sharp blade sticking out of his stomach.

Oh.

"Wha… Hey! Shit! Catch that man before he gets away!"

The men get out of the car and begin to chase the person that stabbed him. One of them kneels down and brings out a med kit.

"Shit, we can't have a Master Candidate dying on us! Stick with us kid!"

It is difficult to understand words at that point.

Hell, it's difficult to stay awake even for him.

Maybe when he wakes up, things will be better… right?

He'll just…

close…

his…

eye…

"Shit."

The man picks up his phone and begins to dial a number before the person calls.

"We lost a Master Candidate."

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"You are the victor… Shirou Emiya… to think it would only be a matter of time." Kotomine drops his fists and stands up straight. "You are the final Master. You will fulfill your duties as such."

Shirou stares at the priest.

"Yeah… for hurting me so much… for damning so many lives… I will destroy your dreams right in front of your eyes."

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Did…

Did he smile at his last moments?

With the lighting in the chamber, it was hard to tell.

The priest collapses in the chamber. He leaves nothing behind in the world. He died as he lived. His tone remained uninterested. The rubble will bury him deep within.

The same could be said for Shirou Emiya. He doesn't have that long to live anymore either. His brain is already destroyed. He no longer is able to feel pleasure, joy, the most important feelings one should have if they are to live.

He limps forward and looks at the towering mass above him.

The Angra Mainyu.

It possesses the Holy Grail. It's what caused the Fuyuki Fire ten years ago and took away his past life. It's one of the causes that made Sakura suffer and turn insane. It's… it…

"When I was █████████ hero of ███████."

Who was he?

It feels like he was someone important.

It doesn't matter anymore.

Shirou opens his palm.

"Projection…"

Does… he really want this?

In order to absolve of her sins, this thing has to go. In order to save he has to destroy this thing so that she can live a happy life.

But she has and by her side…

Wait… who were they…

Ah…

His memories are slipping now. He can't even remember the names of the people closest to him. He could tell that they were someone he cares for, but their names… their faces… they've already faded. He only remembers the fact.

"Projection…"

If he uses this last projection… then he will die. No. That's not what he was completely afraid of. He was afraid that he would forget her as well. He would forget the fact that he loves her, forget the fact that he gave up everything in order to save her and to make her smile…

He looks at his shaking hands.

They were just waiting for him to cast that spell.

He spits out blood. A sword pierces through his right eyeball. He can no longer see anything. His body was losing all sort of feeling. But it shouldn't matter. The thing that he has to destroy is simply right in front of him.

In order for Sakura to keep on smiling…

The Grail echoes its pain.

… he had to get rid of this thing.

"Trace…"

No. You don't have to do this, Shirou.

What…?

After all, I'm the one who's supposed to close the gate.

Who… who was that?

He hears footsteps. They were gentle. But they lack something. It didn't have a playful step but rather a finality to it.

He… he should know who this is. This was someone important to him.

"C… come back. Just… get out of here…"

This person is someone who he would've been relieved to see, but given the circumstances, terrified at what it would mean.

Hey… Shirou… do you want to live?

His eyes widen.

"I… I…"

No matter what kind of life… do you want to live?

He doesn't deserve it.

It's far too cruel. This form of punishment to be placed upon him. He feels like if he says yes, he will lose something so close and dear to him. The moment he agrees, he will lose a part of himself.

His chest begins to grow heavy; his eyes begin to puff and tear; his body begins to shiver and shake.

"I…"

It feels so hard to open his mouth. Like something is forcing it to close yet his will wants it to open up like flood gates.

"I… I want… I want…"

He'll lose her.

But…

Could he afford to lose Sakura as well?

"I want… to live!"

He can't see her. But he could tell that she was gently smiling.

I see. I'm glad. I wanted you to live instead of me.

"Don't say it like that… just come back!"

He feels it. She's growing farther and farther away. Harder for him to grasp.

I'll show you a miracle. This one's going to be amazing. After all, it's the True Magic that everyone wanted to see.

"I… don't care… about that… just… come back!"

Thank you Shirou. Even though we aren't related by blood, I'm glad that we got to be siblings.

"If… that's how you feel… then come back! Just… don't go… and… come… back! I promised… that I woulf make up… for the time… we've lost…"

What was her name?

Her name…

"Damnit… your name… you're…"

No. You told me that an older sibling protects the younger one, right? Then I should be the one to protect you. I'm the older sibling after all. I have to protect my younger brother.

Illya.

Illya.

Illya.

In Shirou's last moments, he remembers her.

Not the master of Berserker, not the Einzbern Homonculus, but the daughter of Kiritsugu Emiya. The child whom he stole her father away from.

His own sister.

"Illya! Illya! Illya! Illya, Illya, Illya! ILLYA!"

His vision returns for the briefest of moments.

The last thing that he sees…

Goodbye, big brother.

…is a girl dressed in beautiful white and golden robes with red outlines. Her headpiece reminding him of a crown. Her crimson eyes staring back. Her gentle smile speaking volumes of her love. A foreign princess saying goodbye.

The gates of the Holy Grail close.

The world erupts in white.

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In the cavern, the weapon of Rin Tohsaka remains. The Jeweled Sword: Zelretch. It may have been shattered and broken, but it is still there. Just lying dormant after the user tossed it aside.

The energies of the Second Magic are still strong with it.

With the explosion of the Holy Grail… the Third Magic… the transferring of the soul…

The soul mixed with the energies of the dagger and the dagger exploded. Sending the soul of Shirou Emiya to a world that was not his own.

In the outskirts of the mountain… Sakura Matou… the lover of Shirou Emiya reached out her hand to the light that grew in the sky.

"Senpai…"

His soul leaves the world.

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Shirou woke up.

The first thing he noted was that there were flowers everywhere. All of them pink. The scent was kind of intoxicating for him as there were just too many flowers floating around.

"Oya. I didn't expect to find a different version of you here, Shirou Emiya."

He looks up and sees a man in white and blue. He was holding a staff of strange design and his smile looked mischievous. Like a man who was wise yet couldn't be trusted at the same time. He stared at Shirou quite a bit. So much so that it made Shirou a bit uncomfortable.

The man chuckles. "Well, that's what happened. You still have it deep within your soul… so the Third Magic sent your soul away from your body and the Second Magic sent you here thanks to the scabbard." He mutters to himself.

Shirou stands up.

"Ah. What a pickle. I have no clue on what I'm supposed to do now…" He holds his head with his hands as in deep in thought before coming up with an idea.

Shirou finally speaks up. "I'm sorry… who are you?"

The man turns before chuckling. "Now, I'm not supposed to reveal that to you yet."

"But- "

"I have a proposition for you, Shirou Emiya."

What? That was kind of sudden.

"The truth is… there is a world in need of saving. There is something fundamentally wrong with that world."

"What do you mean by that?"

"Someone was supposed to be the one to save humanity… but he died by mistake… so that world is guaranteed to fall into ruin."

Shirou tightens his fists. "But that doesn't involve me."

The man's smile drops before his eyes widen in realization. "Oh… so you walked a different path in that Grail War…" He eyes him and then his arm. "Well, well. What is with that… Ah… so this was when Artoria got corrupted…"

"Again, what do you- "

"If you do this, you might be able to go see Sakura Matou."

Suddenly, the man was lifted into the air as Shirou's eyes grew feral and his rage was leaking out. "What do you mean by that?" His tone contained a bark that promised a worse bite.

"I mean… you're no longer in your own world."

"What?"

"Your soul was split from your body. You were probably dying wherever you came from." He shrugs off the explanation.

Shirou drops him.

He was…

So that meant…

"However, this doesn't mean the end of the world." The man begins to wipe his clothes.

Shirou glares at him. "What do you mean? The Second Magic- "

"Isn't the only way to enter this place." The man says with a smile. "Tell me Shirou Emiya, do you know where we are?"

He was so focused on the man in front of him, he didn't even notice his own surroundings. He turns around and sees a field of flowers and a tower floating above. The land was far and wide, expanding infinitely beyond Shirou's understanding.

This was a place that was impossible to reach.

The man continues. "This is the Garden of Avalon. The final resting place of the king… or at least, was supposed to be the final resting place." He adds that last part bitterly. "It's a place very few can reach, but one that can be reached from anywhere so long as one person searches eternally."

"Any…where?"

The man smiles. "Yes… meaning I may be able to return you to Sakura Matou."

Shirou's eyes widen. "How do you know about her?"

The man walks forward. "I've been watching you Shirou Emiya. Ever since the beginning of the start of your Holy Grail War. What could have been and what was impossible. What your reality is and what your dreams are."

He kneeled down and picked up a flower. "No matter what path you've chosen… you always placed others before you… out of everyone I know, there is only one that rivals you in selflessness and selfishness."

"Who?"

The man lets the flower fly away as the breeze pushes it out of his hand. "Well, you know her. It's just that you've forgotten her."

"There's no way I- "

"Do you remember Ayako Mitsuzuri? Taiga Fujimura? Issei Ryuudou?"

What…?

What are those names? Who were those people?

The man begins to frown. "Let me continue. Do you remember Rin Tohsaka? Rider? Or even Shinji Matou?"

Matou? That was Sakura's last name… she had a brother? No, wait she did have one… that's how they met each other, right?

Wait, how did they meet each other? He remembers that someone else was there.

"Do you remember Illyasviel von- "

"Einzbern. That's my little sister."

He would never forget that. Never again.

The man sighs in relief. "So at least your memory isn't completely wiped out… perhaps there's a chance it could be healed…"

Shirou stares at the man. "If I save this world… I'll get to go back home?"

The man looks up. "That's a mixed bag. You see… I might not be able to bring you there."

"…. What? But I thought you said that I would return to her?"

"And that is true, however, you will not be able to return home. In the end, she will be the one to come over here."

"…"

"In the end, Shirou. She still committed grievous crimes. She may have had things taken from others, but she also took things from others. Different lives, different people. Even though she was free afterwards, she was still willing to take it out on the world."

"But she changed after that!" Shirou argued.

"She did… but she needs to face her punishment."

"Which is what?!"

"A life without you."

The man's smile is gone. "She still may find happiness on her own. She may find someone else, or remain loyal. But the price for her sins..."

Shirou knows that. The price had to be high.

"… is my own life…"

How was that fair? It was fair to the others around her that suffered for her actions. They each got their justice as Sakura Matou lost one of the important people in her life. It's proper justice after all…

But then…

How was that fair to Shirou Emiya, who only learned of his happiness far too late?

The man seems to understand what Shirou is thinking as he continues. "Shirou Emiya. By the end of this journey, I can guide Sakura Matou here, then to world which you will stay in."

Shirou clenches his fists. "But…"

"Think of it as redemption for you as well."

Shirou looks at the man. He remains silent because he knows the underlying meaning on what he said.

He is still responsible for choosing Sakura Matou. Many lives were damned because of that choice. He chose the few for the many.

And there is something else. Something so deep and connected to his soul. A reasoning. It yells at his body to take the offer and accept it. Like it is such an easy choice for the voice to make. It felt like some sort of driving force that was growing weaker and weaker but was still there.

Before he could even think, his mouth opens.

"I accept."

The man smiles brightly. Even though he's changed, the nature of Shirou Emiya never changes. "Very well then, you'll find out about what you need to do when you get there!" The man waves his staff and Shirou is suddenly surrounded by flowers and petals. He begins to float in the air as the wind carries him up.

"Wait… what's your name? I still don't know who you are!"

The man laughs wholeheartedly. "Really? After all the clues that gave it away and you still don't know? You never stop at surprising me Shirou!"

The man winks. "I'm the Magus of Flowers, the Court Wizard of the King of Knights, Merlin! I also work part time as Magi Mari!"

With that Shirou Emiya is engulfed in flowers.

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"Great heroes that come from humanity! Come forth!"

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In the land of France, Orleans, heroes appear.

The true Saint, the once ostracized by many, the one abandoned by her country, she takes her form. For she is the Ruler class Servant. She will take a stand and fight against all those that wrong against mankind.

Dragon slayers. One that is of the holy faith of Christianity and the other belongs to the legend of the Volsunga saga.

A dragon is summoned. One that despises lies and the others that dreams an innocent dream of becoming an idol that everyone adores.

But the truest dragon remains with the side of chaos. His wings blacken the sky, his breath an insane heat of blue, and his roar the destruction of many.

"My oh my, Marie. You certainly changed." A man says in a wishy-washy tone. It held the playfulness of flirting but contained a bit of sarcasm and joy.

A white-haired girl steps down. Even though the people of this country may despise her, she was still the Queen of France.

It's her duty to protect it.

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"The end begins now." Someone mutters as they prepare to summon the one that ended all of Rome, the harbinger of chaos and destruction, the one that bears the marking of the stars and the sword of Mars.

Elsewhere, four great warriors are summoned to join the fray. The queen of Britannia, the Rebel of Oppression, the mad Berserker of China, and the failed Assassin of the Qin Dynasty.

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"Let's pillage this damn place boys!" Francis Drake yells as her men cheer in joy as they find any treasure they could find.

Pirates at heart raided a single island and began to dig. They would find a hope of treasure here. Well, if not then they can hop on to the next island.

Francis Drake kneels down before picking up some Golden Cup that shines brightly. "Ain't you a pretty one?"

Finders' keepers.

Elsewhere, A Goddess attend to her guardian as he sits in a garden filled with butterflies as they silently pass by.

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Meanwhile, red lightning fills the dark alleyways of London. It's thunder echoes across the entire city.

This was proof of her rebellion, proof of her strength. This is what represented the Knight that was summoned to fight.

She may be known for betrayal, but she was still a knight in the end.

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A factory comes up out of nowhere with machines armed with rapid firing machine guns. They roll forth like tanks in order to combat the sudden appearance of Celtic warriors.

The soul of every President, the representation of Democracy lies in the hands of the inventor. The proud lion smiles.

"DC is the best after all!"

A short haired girl sighs as she reads another book. He would never shut up about DC, but that's how he always was in the end.

Watching over the factory, a warrior stands tall. He holds his spear that was gifted to him by his father. His gaze looking over the horizon.

His rival calls for him.

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Another person roams the desert.

His face is covered by a scarf. His head covered by a cloak. He was wearing clothes that did not resemble that of a warrior.

But his sword says otherwise.

It calls for its king.

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Deep within the forests, hiding from the world above, a Goddess opens her eyes.

The mother of all life… all she can do is dream of seeing her children once more.

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The first thing she wished for was the sky.

She couldn't see it here as it is covered by a continuous thunderstorm and ice. She could never truly see the world outside other than an icy field.

"Fou."

The young girl turns her head as she finds a strange creature that looked like a mix of a cat and rabbit as it hopped on her shoulder and began to ran around.

The girl takes a second before realizing that it's trying to lead her somewhere. "Ah, Fou! Wait up!"

She jogs after it as she runs across a monochromatic hallway. The world around felt a bit lifeless in nature. There is nobody here except for her and the creature.

The creature stops before it cries out again.

"Fou! What's… wrong…"

A young man is lying down on the floor as if he was asleep. He is wearing the standard Chaldean Uniform of white shirt and black pants. His spiky hair is an orange red.

Mash looks at the boy in wonder before shaking his shoulder.

"Umm. Senpai?"

The boy wakes up. He opens his eyes to reveal a golden bronze as it stares into a glistening purple.

This is nothing more than a repeat of events. Shirou was in this position before, but he could only barely recall it. He laid down as well and looked up to his savior not so long ago.

This is the start of it all.

The Grand Order.

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Deep within a temple, mad laughter can be heard.

A grotesque face, an unrecognizable mask. Nine rings are lifted into the sky.

"Let the Holy Grail war… commence."

The Grails are scattered.

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AN

How many times have I rewritten this Illya scene in F/GH, F/PN and now here in F/HO?

This is the rewrite for Fate/Grand Heaven. The goal is to finish the first arc while tossing in a few events for fun. Aim small.

Let's go you fucks.

Watch me anger half the fanbase as I accidentally butcher half the lore that is already retconned and fucked by Nasu himself.

BTW, I am 90% drunk while writing this so I won't remember half of the shit I wrote. My future self will want to punch my past self in the face. Gin and Canada Dry Ginger Ale is a fucking delicious poison. Let me advise to you all not to drink that shit in the future.

King Allen, you are forever banned from reading my works for liking that NTR shit. Get fucked. Go leave permanently. (This is a joke, don't take it personally.)

Thanks for reading! Hope you enjoyed it! If not, then thank you for your time!

AN 2

Made a minor edit since the website somehow deleted a few things.