Chapter 1
Aline found herself walking down the dark streets of Hong Kong, the bad part of Hong Kong. She met a crazy man in the shadows. They became friends. Both of them bonded over the fact that they could see each other.
It was nice to have some one to talk to. Lately things just weren't making sense. Since when did the Clave come to her asking for help? Also their promise to let Helena reenter society seemed too good to be true, because it was.
Still, Helena needed a contact on the outside world. Some one had to gather intelligence and exchange information. So it was that Aline made the sacrifice of being separated from her beloved. She had important things to do, like befriend crazy old men.
"Are you a Werewolf?"
"No"
"Are you a Vampire?"
"No"
"Are you a Mundane?"
"What?"
"You know, a normal person?"
"Define normal"
"Can you see me?"
"Yes"
"That's not normal."
Such was their epic conversation. May all stand amazed by the wisdom of the Nephilim. Aline was so elegant, so beautiful, so unable to filter what was coming out of her mouth. Still, she was very good at what she did. A certain unwelcome guest would give her the opportunity to prove it.
"Stay down and get behind me", she hissed.
To a mundane or any unaware down of its true nature, perhaps the cop would have passed for a human. Aline knew better, and the Old man was too tired to care.
The terrible thing came forward. Its unnatural gait betraying it as it shambled down the alley. Aline drew her blade. If the beast saw her it might run. When shadow hunter and daemon met there could be only one outcome. Aline was ready to use her blade.
Bang- Bang- Silence.
The Demon crumpled to the floor. Sickly black blood oozed from its wounds, how bizarre. Then something fell from above. An imposing figure wrapped in a great coat. Their hands were already stained with dark ichor.
This being fell atop the demon and set upon it with uncanny ferocity. The blows echoed into the distance, like thunder they were. More and more blood sprayed across the ground. The attacker was not satisfied.
The foul monster was lifted up into the air and thrown against a brick wall. With a sickening crack the Demon was embedded into the masonry. Its hunter was relentless, was beyond human. It was something else.
As the Demon stirred the malignant entity drew ever closer. Its steps were methodically steady, tried and true. Aline caught a glimpse of this strangers face. Its hair was wild and its features were noble. With hair the color of steel and eyes, which barely contained the beings smoldering immortal hate, so blue.
The Demon was torn in half. Its viscera splayed across the ground before its remains crumbled to dust. The Demon was finished. Now the Creature was staring at her.
"Master", it growled, "Shall I secede her head from her body?".
"No", answered the Old man.
In the bad part of Hong Kong a shadow hunter, a heroic spirit, and an old man were chilling out. No other demons interrupted them. Then they went into a bar. Thus the prophecy of the most obscure bar joke was full filled.
The bartender said, "Excuse me honored customer. Would you mind coming into a room in the back. A friend of yours is waiting for you".
The old man, who he was talking to, had no friends in this part of the world. Well, except for his new Shadow hunter buddy Aline. He decided to go into the back room any ways.
"WHO DARES DISTURB THE HIGH WARLOCK!", bellowed a magnificent voice.
"You invited me", answered the old man.
"No, I invited her.", responded the Grand Warlock.
Behold the magnificent Magnus Bane. A sparkling example of what a Warlock should be. He'll cast a spell for a price, save the world for the man he loves, and a club isn't a club until it has been graced by his presence. He was Magnus Bane.
The room that the grand Warlock inhabited was small and low key. There was a raised platform with a pole in the center. This was a great room for private discussions, among other things.
"Aline, it's been too long", he said. His voice was rough. These last few weeks had been trying for even the mightiest of Warlocks.
"Magnus?", she gasped.
This touching moment was torn to shreds when Archer entered the room. The waves of madness emanating from the Heroic spirit shattered any and all hope for sanity. Three warm bodies were in the same room as it. That was three too many.
The grand Warlock didn't appear to notice the intrusion. Magnus looked straight past where this monster stood like it wasn't even there. Aline however was not taking it quite as well. The hair stood up on the back of her neck and she was shivering. As if the cold hands of death were here to collect their due.
The Servants casual mannerisms stood in stark contrast to the electric intensity of its eyes. It's eyes jumped back and forth from Magnus to Aline, as if it couldn't decide. Decide what exactly? That was for it to know and them to find out.
The foreplay to a massacre was interrupted when a certain sparkly Warlock asked Aline, "Are you feeling alright, Mrs. Penhallow?"
"Demon", she whispered.
Magnus regarded the Old Man wearily.
The Old man gave no reaction.
"That reminds me", began Magnus, " You are in mortal danger".
Aline paled.
In an uncharacteristic act of kindness, Magnus exposited further " Are you familiar with Mages? They are living weapons that-"
Aline had fainted. How unfortunate. Under different circumstances Magnus would have healed her or helped in some gentle manner, an aspirin perhaps. However it was nearly time to feed Chairman Meow, and Magnus had to keep his priorities straight.
Magnus left after moving Aline's unconscious body to a more comfortable position. Also he sent the old man to Peru using his L33T SUPA H4XOR warlock skillage. Not that that's important or anything.
With nothing better to do, Archer went for a walk.
Servant Dossier
Class: Saber
Master: Aline Penhallow
Name: Abraham Lincoln
Alignment: Lawful Good
Strength: A
Endurance: B
Agility: B
Mana: C
Luck: D
Class Skills:
Magic Resistance: A
A high Magic resistance is an intrinsic property of the Saber Class.
Riding: E
Riding is also an intrinsic property of the Saber Class, unfortunately Saber wasn't known for their riding ability
Personal Skills:
Bravery: C
Nearly all servants can stand adversity; Saber is exceptional in their ability to resist corruption brought on by power.
Charisma: A-
Saber transcended expectations by holding a nation together against all odds.
Noble Phantasms:
Emancipation "Land of the Free!" : D
This nation created by the people; for the people shall never perish from this earth, and in the name of all those who died for this great nation, freedom will forever reign. Saber has the ability to remove any bondage regardless of its origins.