Fate Identity Reborn

by Nick of Fire

Kirei Kotomine, at the temptations of Gilgamesh, gave in to his dark desires and caused a flood of death and tragedy. But, what if he didn't give in and remained true to his ideals? A cavalcade of changes would follow. The birth of the makeshift family of Kirei, Rin, Sakura, and Caren. Another makeshift family of Artoria, Irisviel, Illyasviel, and Gray. This is a new Fate.

29. Chapter 29: Irisviel

Irisviel was in a tundra polluted by a blizzard of black snow that turned the land into a shadowy abyss. There was near zero visibility as Irisviel tried to make her way with her body unclothed and exposed to the cold that made her flesh darken and crack. Blood seeped out of the fissures and it was as black as the snow.

Trudging forward through the darkness that coated everything and absorbed all color and life, Irisviel felt her body growing heavier. She already had the weight of a dragon inside her and it only increased as the snow touched her flesh and stabbed into it as if Irisivel were in a windstorm full of needles.

Irisviel kept going despite the pain that wouldn't be numbed for the sake of her family. Despite the temptation to just let the frigid darkness wash over her and take control of her being, she knew the consequences of such an action would be irreversible. She had to keep going, she had to keep thinking of all the people who mattered to her. She thought of Gray and how sweet she was and how much she was already dealing with. She didn't deserve any more difficulty in her life. Irisviel thought of Illya and how she had become such a wonderful young woman, so full of life and altruism. She had already lost one parent and there was no way she could be allowed to lose anything more. Irisviel thought of Artoria and how kind, beautiful, and gallant she was no matter the situation like a true knight of legend. She couldn't be forced to carry any more burdens and regrets than she already had. Irisviel thought of Mordred.

Mordred.

Mordred was gone. He sacrificed himself to save Irisviel and Gray from Assassin. Mordred had probably endured more suffering than anyone, having been rejected by one parent and manipulated by another. He was killed by the one person he cared about most and then was remembered by the annals of human history as a malicious traitor. He had finally been given the opportunity for a happier life, he was given a taste of it, only for it to be ripped away. He was gone and his memories of these happier days were erased. He might as well have not been summoned at all. He was gone and it was all because of Assassin and his Master who wanted to kill Irisviel. All because of Irisviel.

No, it wasn't Irisviel's fault, it was Assassin and his Master's fault. They refused to give Irisviel a chance and were going to kill her out of paranoia. They didn't know Irisviel, they didn't know what she was like and if she would really succumb to the Grail's influence. They just blindly trusted the word of the Counter Force and that was it. They were sheep, all humans were. They were a species that would only need to be given the slightest of reasons in order to hate and persecute others en masse like a bunch of savages. That was what humans were, savages who had barely left their caves and given up their loincloths and yet they thought of themselves as enlightened. It was pathetic and vile. Humans would be better off gone.

Wait, that was the Grail talking, not Irisviel. She was letting it get to her again. She had to keep fighting.

Irisviel kept dragging her feet through the black snow, and when her feet froze to the ground and broke off, Irisviel crawled forward on her hands and knees as black sludge poured out of her ankles and left a trail behind her. More of the mud dribbled out of Irisviel's mouth as she huffed and puffed in a desperate attempt to pull air into her lungs.

Irisviel's very being was being torn apart and yet she kept on moving ahead for her family. Irisviel was constantly being protected by others and so it was the least that she could do to endure the torture she was facing.

A figure in the blizzard appeared, a silhouette barely distinguishable in the blackness. Irisviel focused and she could barely make out who they were. It was Gray and she was crying.

"Gray. Gray." Irisviel said between gargles of the Grail's coagulated curses.

"Mama, I want my own face! I want my own body! Why don't I have them yet!" Gray shrieked. It was uncharacteristic of her, but that made sense since this was a dream. Irisviel just had to roll with things until she woke up.

"We'll get you them, but first we need to get out of here."

"I want my own body! I want it!" Gray stamped her feet.

"Gray, we need-"

"I want it!"

"Gr-" Irisviel couldn't speak as her tongue dissolved into the mud which began filling her mouth and throat so much she couldn't breathe or even make so much as a peep.

"Mama! Give me my body!" Gray just kept on whining like a brat with no concern for Irisviel. This was how she always was, moping about her own troubles and making them everyone else's problem instead of appreciating what she had. She didn't have a unique face? What's the big deal? People usually resemble their parents and you don't hear everyone else complaining about how they aren't the most unique little snowflakes ever. Illya looked like Irisviel and she didn't complain. Gray was a spoiled brat who needed to learn what real suffering was.

Stop. The Grail was just messing with Irisviel in an attempt to stoke her hatred and give in. She had to remember what the real Gray was like: gentle, patient, sweet.

A person appeared to Irisviel's left. It was Illya.

"We need to save Chloe! She's full of hatred!" Illya screamed. "She feels bad, we need to drop everything and help her!" So this was the next vision. While Gray kept on whinging, the fake Illya was going nuts over Chloe. "I know she tried to kill us, but that's okay, because she was actually really sad!" It was funny how well this fake nailed how stupid Illya's desire to help Chloe is-wait, no, that's what the Grail wanted her to think. Irisviel needed to stay cool and remember this was all fake. "We should trust Chloe even though we have no reason to, because she's sad! She's really really sad! Do you get that? She's sad!"

Christ, what was Illya's obsession with helping Chloe? Was it just because she looked like her, because she was her clone? Chloe was partly Irisivel's clone too and she wasn't getting obsessed with her. Why did they even need to help her at all? She tried to kill them all because they were Einzberns. Chloe was completely unreasonable and was just a bitch. She deserved whatever she got and they should have killed her. Illya wasn't much better, she was always so snarky and annoying. They should have just left her with the Einzberns.

Another new arrival at Irisviel's right. Artoria.

"I am King Arthur, the greatest knight and king to ever live and that means I know everything. Everyone has to do what I say if things will work out. I care about and trust all of you, but I'm also going to constantly disregard your ideas and feelings and act emotionally while making what I'm feeling or planning really vague and annoying to decipher, but you just have to trust me that I know what I'm doing. I have endured great pain and so I'm constantly going to mope about it and repeat the same mistakes I'm upset over making."

That was so Artoria. She was the worst of them all. Everything she did was an absolute nightmare to deal with. She was supposed to be the one taking charge and yet she was completely incompetent. She was like a child. Maybe pulling out Caliburn didn't just freeze her aging, but made her stop maturing mentally too. Getting seduced by Artoria was the worst thing that ever happened to Irisviel. Her life became utter Hell thanks to her. The only person who Irisviel ever truly connected with was Kiritsugu. He went out of his way to turn Irisviel from a doll with no emotions to a real person. He was perfect and he was dead now. He wanted to free humanity from their evils, but it was their evils that killed him. Humans were beyond salvation. They could not be helped or taught, only culled.

Irisviel thought it and meant it. She was done. She was done fighting against the truth. She embraced the vastness of her hatred and the truth of humanity's worthlessness and it made her feel good. It was orgasmic to just let her hatred free and stop suppressing her urges. It was like she was finally wearing clothing that fit, like she was let out of a cage she put herself in because everyone told her to.

The darkness around gathered and took new form before Irisviel. It grew and molded into armor that covered a blonde haired individual who had recently passed away. He was ready to be absorbed and once he was, the current Irisviel was over, the past would be discarded and the path to the end could finally come into view.

Irisviel would become the hand of the Greater Grail and would consume enough of the Heroic Spirits still on Earth that she could fully give birth to Angra Mainyu and become their body. They would become a Beast and flood the planet with the mud of the Grail. By the time any Grand Servants showed up, half the World would be destroyed and in the case that Irisviel defeated them, the rest of the World would be wiped away as well. The planet would become covered in the Chaos Tide that gave birth to humanity and a new race would rise from the Primordial Sea, a second chance at creating a species that wouldn't be utter dreck.

All Irisviel had to do was accept. Irisviel wasn't gagging on the mud anymore. Instead it formed a new black tongue made of curses for her. The fate of the World and humanity was now in Irisviel's hands. She had her chance to bite back against the species that had made her life Hell, a species she was never truly a part of. She was a homunculus made to fulfill the asinine dreams of long dead humans. She was just like Mordred, a homunculus born and made to suffer by human evil. Irisviel wouldn't just be avenging herself, she'd be avenging Mordred and all the other nonhumans that mankind has mistreated. To be that Avenger, Irisviel would become All the World's Evils upon uttering two words.

Just a couple words and everything would change.

But did she really want to say those words? Did she really want this?

Gray wasn't really that annoying was she? She was just scared, and she really was losing herself. Illya just wanted to help someone in need and who could fault her for that? Artoria was so wonderful and her flaws were things she was working past and weren't that big of a deal. They were a great family. What was Irisviel thinking?

The Grail almost got to her, but Irisviel was too strong to be defeated so easily. She'd been fighting against the corruption inside her for years, Irisviel was an expert at refocusing herself and remembering her true feelings when nihilism blinded her. Irisviel's will was that of diamond now and the Greater Grail wouldn't make her give in and align with its desires. There were things Irisviel loved that far outshined what she hated. She loved cars and sweets and talking to nice people and spending time with her kids and Artoria and reminiscing about her time with Kirtsugu and thinking about the future and there was nothing that would tear all that away as long as Irisviel had something to say about it. Irisviel would give her life to protect everyone she loved, even if it meant staring down an Evil of Humanity in the face all by herself. Irisviel may have lost a lot, suffered a lot, but she was also happy, ecstatic to be able to do all that she now could. She can drive and eat good food and spend time with her family. She was blessed with so much and despite all the darkness inside her, she appreciated all that she had and wouldn't trade the life she had with anyone else. Heaven was all around Irisviel and so she would never destroy the World. Irisviel wouldn't accept what Avenger wanted no matter what.

"I accept."

Irisviel's mouth spoke on its own. This was never her choice to make. She was just a vessel after all.

The dead knight's form returned to mud and lunged at Irisviel. Her body was covered in the curses, filled with them. Her thoughts were drowned out and overwritten. Her identity was nullified and she had only one thought left in her mind.

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