It was hard to see in this dark sewer and finding my way around using only my eyes and flashlight was difficult. So I unloaded the magazine of my 1911, then I racked the slide to check the chamber. Seeing that the chamber was empty I loaded the magazine back in. With no round in the chamber, I have no worry about summoning my Persona.

Putting the muzzle against my temple, I relaxed, squeezed in the grip-safety then pulled the trigger. The hammer hit the firing pin, sounding a click. Like a primer that was hit, it created a chain reaction that warmed my heart then followed its way up and out of my mind in a blink of an eye. After that was a sound of dimensional glass breaking, opening a way for my Persona to manifest. And then rose Saint Michael the Archangel, his skin was bronze and so was the back color of his feathered wings whiles their front color was white. He wore a gold muscle cuirass and a white robe and in his hand was a black spear ready to bring forth heaven's wrath against all evil.

"Lead the way sir Michael," I said.

Michael nodded and start sensing his surroundings, once done he launched himself forward like a missile while leaving me behind. He transmitted his thoughts and findings to me while in flight and I followed the directions he had gone as if I myself have walked those directions. Somewhere along the way, he stopped. I felt my mind going a bit light and then that strange sensation stopped just as sudden. Michael had attacked something; he fried them with lightning.

Barely a minute passed and I was there, I saw what Michael saw through my own eyes. With flashlight shone on them they were still dark as the shadow surrounding me. They were a creature of tentacles connected to a circular mouth filled with shark teeth in the center, no upper body or lower body - they were just that - demonic and not of this world. What was more troubling was that there were numerous of these things in the path forward. These demons...

"Let's continue."

So we rushed forward with no worries, only thing stopping me from reaching Uryuu Ryuunosuke was our distance from each other.

Michael took the liberty to go further than me, striking and frying anything that was in his way at the cost of my psyche. I ran through the smokes and the twitching demons - leftovers of his righteous slaughter until he finally stopped. Through his eyes, I saw him press his spear ever so gently against the chest of man in dark robes. And through his senses, I saw that the man in dark robe held great magical powers within himself.

Michael looked to the right per my command and there was my target: Uryuu Ryuunosuke. Being shone by a single candle light, his hands were bloodied and wielding a knife, behind him was a corpse of a disemboweled child whose limbs were nailed on a concrete pillar while beside him was a table with organs which were still attached to the child laying on top. And far behind that pillar were three small bodies nailed like the one Uryuu was torturing.

I made myself speed up, work my legs, propelling myself faster and faster. When I came by Michael's side, my heart was burning and I was sweating heavily. My shoes made wet sounds as I walk towards my target and my nose was filled with disgusting smell of rotting blood.

The scent of it was familiar to me.

"Uryuu Ryuunosuke?"

"Who're you supposed to be?"

"Yuki Makoto. My job is to kill you and be done with it. But I have some questions that need to be answered first. So you will answer them, you and your partner. I will not spare either of you after I satisfy my curiosity, so don't count on it. Consider this as you living on my time. First question: What are all the kids for?"

Uryuu shrugged his shoulders, tilted his head and smiled. "Just for entertainment and the appreciation for the craft," he said. I punched my pistol into his stomach and smashed the butt of the grip onto his skull. He sprawled on the floor, rolling around while holding his head and making pained noises in a comical way as if I wouldn't kill him after all of this.

I pointed to his partner. "Answer the question."

"How dare you to make demands of me," his expression was wrathful and with great arrogance behind them amplified by his bug-like eyes, "you who hurt my Master and disturb us in our own ground with this creature of yours?" He gestured towards Michael.

Now I have more questions that urgently need to be answered. Whoever he was, he acted very comfortable for a man who was a minimum effort away from being skewered. Where did he get that confidence?

"I'm here to kill and I'm here for answers. And I will get both. Now, you answer me."

The man focused his glare on me. "I'm under no such obligation."

For that, I considered hurting Uryuu to force him to speak. Then, I noticed something on the back of his right hand. They were markings, red and looked very important.

I flipped Uryuu on his stomach and he protested with a "Hey!" I stomped on his nape to keep him still, bit the butt of my flashlight to shine it on the markings and pulled my switch blade out. I held the blade in a reverse grip and stabbed the blade down on the markings then pulled it back before Uryuu had the chance to feel it.

Once he did, he clutched his wrist and screamed while calling me hurtful names, cursing my ancestors, my families, and friends. He ended it all with an "I'll kill you!"

While Uryuu was crying about his hand under my foot, I began talking to bug's-eyes.

"What were those markings?"

He looked at his friend with empathy and sorrow. That look lingered longer than I'd like, putting me on my guard. Suddenly, the air felt heavy and before I knew it, Michael made his move. He swung his spear up, cutting the magic man on his chest and made him fell on his back, and then Michael brought his spear down diagonally to sever a tentacle of a demon that was aiming for me.

Michael stood his ground and let the enemy made their move. No matter how fast, how numerous were their slimy onslaught, Michael was quicker with his spear. Eventually, he stabbed the butt of his spear down with one hand and punched his other hand forward with palm spread. Then, behold: lightning from the ceiling struck down on the demons. As numerous were our attackers, so were the lightning. They carved white jagged messy arcs in the darkness, letting out a momentarily flash of light accompanied by the sounds of sharp thunder and the smell of burnt flesh followed.

Michael redirected his spear toward the man responsible for the sudden attack and pushed the tip of his spear on the wound on his chest, keeping him on the floor.

By now, he should know that I was serious. So I asked him the same question again. And finally, he relented. I and the now called Caster have a talk to solve my many curiosities.

From what Caster told me, the markings on Uryuu's right hand are Command Seals. Which are granted by the Holy Grail for those that are chosen to battle in the Holy Grail war to obtain the aforementioned Grail with the hope that it would fulfill your one wish. The chosen participants of this war are called Masters and their summoned familiars are called Servants- Heroic Spirits from the past, historical and mythological. With the Grail requiring seven Masters there will be seven Servants. Each of these Servants will belong to their own class: Saber, Lancer, Archer, Caster, Rider, Berserker and Assassin.

So the man I talked to was Caster, Servant of Uryuu Ryuunosuke - his Master. And they were going to fight for this Holy Grail to obtain their one wish.

People like these, obtaining a wishing device? Not a chance.

Pierce his heart.

Michael followed my command and thrust his spear down, skewering Caster. I racked the slide of my pistol then lined my sight with Uryuu's skull and fired. As a great fireball escaped the muzzle of the 1911 for a flash of a second, the sound of the exploded bullet reverberated against the walls and made it even louder than I expected.

Uryuu's head was leaking blood like a running faucet after the bullet punched a hole clean through his skull; he died a street death while Caster's body was engulfed in colorful flames before he eventually disintegrated.

My mind felt tired and sleepy but my legs felt more of it. It felt pain even. With my stomach felt sick and my windpipe felt corrosive from the stench of rotting blood, I had Michael carried me back to where I started so I only have to make minimum physical effort to make it back to my driver.

Once I've climbed out of the sewer, met cool air and closed the manhole, I got in the old run down car that I arrived in. Me and the driver didn't speak, he only handed me a cell-phone. I pressed the green telephone button and highlighted the right number. I pressed the green button again and once our line connected I only said:

"I'm heading back."

"Hmm, safe travels," was the reply I've gotten before he hung up.

About thirty minutes after I've made that call, there will be police officers where we at. I handed the phone back to my driver and we made a quick getaway out of there. When I get back, I'll shower and then sleep. This Holy Grail War can wait for tomorrow.


Author's note: This idea has been in my mind for way too long. So I decided to just go through with it and finally publish my ideas out there. I'm not too familiar with the Fate series so I hope you can forgive and point out whatever discrepancies I've made, and if updates are too slow for you, then that's because I'm just writing this in my free time.

?/8/2022: After this chapter was rightfully criticized as having made a bitch out of Caster, I thought I should fix that. So I hope I did so successfully. While addressing the above critique I've also noticed a lot of things that displeased me so I hope I've also fixed all of the other mistakes with this chapter.