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Volume - I

Prologue.

When "You" Makes You a Dragon.

In an empty void space a boy floated unceremoniously.

The boy looked like he was around his late teens, he had crimson red hair though they were rapidly turning silver and his eyes were closed, he had fair complexion yet tan patches were there, he wore a black body armor made from a special material, which consisted of a black tight and sleeveless shirt with silver accents which outlined his muscles and a metal plate on his collar, and black pants that had two black straps on his thighs, and another two strapped around his shins separate from each other.

He wears black metal plated shoes, which appear to be attached to his trousers.

His signature red coat is a type of holy shroud, which were actually two separate sleeves connected by a metal plate at the back which covered his arms and was cut off showing his upper torso and midriff, and had a separate red open skirt which ended above his shins with the top fashioned and tied with an agemaki knot, covered by a silver metal plate, on his arms there were golden linings with diamond shapes at the end of the sleeves, however they were in tatters with several cuts and burns, blood splattered all over him. In his hands was a charred and chipped golden card.

There were strange turquoise coloured shattered pieces of crystal with eldritch energy coursing through them they were piercing through him in few places.

This man's name was Shirou Emiya.

And he was the victor of the Fifth Grail War, The Magus Killer II, The Fool of Clocktower War, Wrought Iron Magus...The Faker.

However, this boy was dead, only his soul kept by an unknown force.

A pair of gold eyes stared at the floating figure of the boy. The crystals that had effective life pulsed with sheer fear despite being an ultimate life form unknown to death nor emotions.

Dark steel armoured boots stepped upon the void creating ripples like water.

An face all too familiar like the boy except older and with dark red hair and wearing ancient dark knight attire. In his hands was a black spear with red and gold accents, the spear was warping the space and time with simply existing.

He loomed over the faker's form stoically. Then he sighed.

"Damn, another suicidal fool... Atleast this one didn't try to make a deal with the bitch." He said annoyed.

Then his eyes looked at the turquoise coloured crystals, that were trying to stick to the faker's body, trying to take over the body and failing amazingly with how UBW and Avalon out bitches the TYPE- MERCURY itself.

The man grinned, as always you can count yourself on the dearest UBW and Avalon.

Though, the body could be healed somehow, you can't expect them to heal that seriously torn and shredded thing that can't be called soul. The man scrunched his face as he leaned on the black spear. His eyes once more turned to the golden card that was almost going to break..

"I can't understand how the hell did the vampire got hold of a Grand Servant's Essence." He narrowed his eyes.

Then he thought of an insane idea, in his dark steel gauntlet crimson haze swirled as he send it towards the body which absorbed the crystals which tried to escape. The card was enveloped too, before spit out as new as the day it was made. It quickly levitated into one of the pockets.

He trapped them in the haze before sending it into the soul of the magus, which was starting to form back though only a tiny bit.

"...Hm, interesting...I guess you're gonna keep an eye on the Aristotle, kid." The man whispered as he bonded the Type Mercury in the boy's soul.

However despite using the Type's core to recover the soul, it still remained in chipped and broken shards.

He seemed to be in deep thought, before sighing.

He loomed near the body of faker before dismissing his wrist armour.

He opened his mouth showing sharp canine teeths, and crunched upon his wrist drawing dark trickling drops of blood, however the man whispered chant making it glow dark red giving a pure shade.

He dropped the drop of scalding bloods onto the lifeless form of the faker's mouth, as the blood entered his mouth the boy started spasming wildly before stopping abruptly as his tan patches stopped before turning into an abnormal pale white.

A single pair of silver coloured draconic horns sprouted atop his head, forming into crown like form. Sharp canine teeths grew. The burnt and bloody body started to heal rapidly. The soul started to replenish. The shattered soul was certainly healing back to shape. The consciousness of Type Mercury started to adjust within the faker's soul.

"Seems like he took my Dragon Trait... and is that Type Mercury is trying to form as a...female ?...As expected of a Shirou Emiya. " The man muttered as he observed the transformation before muttering few unknown chants as several runes latched themselves on the magus.

Weary eyes started to flutter open.

"Let's hope my blood is filtered well and don't waste your second chance, fool." The Ruler of Abbyss Abbadon, Shirou Emiya said as he swinged his divine spear, tearing a hole through the void, opening a wormhole before kicking the faker into the wormhole.

Despite all things, Emiya Shirou can't stand another Emiya Shirou.

Shirou knew something was absolutely, wrong, when he woke up.

He felt his chest heave with utterly unimaginable heat. However somehow he didn't feel much of bother, strangely.

His 'hands' feel weird as if they weren't his hands to begin with.

Infact, he was beginning to feel that his 'body' itself is not his to begin to with.

This rises another question, was he supposed to 'feel'.

As far as he knew, dead wasn't supposed to 'feel'. In fact, his soul should've returned back to hell.

Where is this, it kinda looks like a cave or sort..

And was he flying?, because he is frankly a lot above the average height of sight.

Wait..was he hearing growls, whatever is in the cage is definitely not an ordinary animal, he gulped.

He tried to 'move', wait what's with his hands why are they not-...

Claws. Big damn silver scaled claws, instead of his human hands greeted his eyes.

What.The.Fuck.

"RRROOOOOAAAARRRR?!?????!!!"

A terrific roar of a dragon shook the whole Underworld.

Author's Note.

So, another Shirou-Dragon fic.

Anybody feels annoyed at me?. Frankly I wouldn't be surprised if you are annoyed at me for making Shirou Emiya as a main character and Dragon in nearly all of my fics.

It's because I'm an avid fan of Shirou and my freaking obbsesion with dragons, so if anyone has any problem with op/Dragon Shirou please don't read ;).

Till then!.