The moon hung high in the night sky, casting its soft glow upon the dimly lit room. Morelo Vascuit, the young head of a declining Mage family, stood nervously in the center of an intricately drawn magic circle. His hands trembled as he clutched a worn, stolen book on Proto Indo-European mythology, hoping that it would be enough to summon a powerful Servant.
"Damn it all," Morelo muttered, his voice shaking. "This has to work. I can't afford to fail."
Memories of his ill mother, and the burden of his newfound responsibility as family head, weighed heavily on his mind. With a deep breath, he steadied himself and began to recite the incantation. The room filled with a tense energy as the magic circle pulsed with a soft, radiant light. Morelo's heart raced, and for a moment, he felt a flicker of hope.
As the last word left his lips, a brilliant flash of light erupted from the circle, momentarily blinding him. When the light subsided, standing before Morelo was a regal figure with a commanding aura. His hair was silver and flowed like a river, and his eyes were an ethereal blue. The being wore an elegant robe adorned with embellishments of ancient power, and the air around him hummed with divine energy.
Morelo's eyes widened in awe, realizing that he hadn't summoned any ordinary Heroic Spirit, but a Divine Spirit!
"I am Dyeus Phter, the ancient sky father," the god announced, his voice deep and resonant. "I have heard your call, young Master. What is it that you seek in this Holy Grail War?"
Morelo swallowed hard, trying to suppress his fear and maintain his façade of arrogance. "I want to win this war, to cure my mother and restore my family's name. Can you help me achieve that?"
Dyeus Phter looked upon Morelo with a wise, knowing gaze. Before him, Morelo's true feelings were as glass.
"Indeed, a noble cause. I shall lend you my strength, young one. Together, we shall face the trials ahead. Aid me in obtaining my wish, the restoration of my own family, and I will help you restore your own to good health."
With a mixture of relief and trepidation, Morelo accepted his newfound alliance, and the two prepared to face the battles of the Holy Grail War that awaited them.
The streets were quiet as Morelo and Dyeus Phter made their way to the rumored residence of Lysander Euryale, the Supervisor of the Holy Grail War. Morelo's heart pounded in his chest, both from the excitement of having successfully summoned an Ancient God and the nervousness of meeting the one who oversaw the war.
As they approached the grand estate, Morelo couldn't help but feel small in comparison. The ornate gates creaked open, seemingly inviting them in. Dyeus Phter placed a reassuring hand on Morelo's shoulder.
"Fear not, young Master. I will guide you as best as I can. And my best is quite sufficient for any simple task such as this."
Upon entering the lavish sitting room, they were greeted by the imposing figure of Lysander Euryale. He looked them over with a scrutinizing gaze before speaking.
"Morelo Vascuit, I presume? And this must be your Servant?"
"I am Dyeus Phter, an Ancient God of times long past. I seek to enter this war, that I may obtain my wish of writing the wrong that was the decline of my pantheon. Even if the Age of Gods has ended, and Divine Spirits are in decline, I would have our history and followers remain unforgotten and perpetuated into the future forevermore!"
Lysander's voice was stern, yet carried an air of wisdom. "I see you've managed to summon a powerful ally, Morelo Vascuit. Impressive."
Morelo, attempting to keep his façade of arrogance, responded with a forced smile.
"Of course. Did you expect anything less?"
Lysander raised an eyebrow but did not comment on Morelo's bravado. Instead, he gestured for them to sit.
"Now, as Supervisor of this Holy Grail War, it is my duty to ensure that all participants are aware of the rules and consequences. Do you understand the gravity of the situation you've entered into?"
Morelo nodded, his confidence waning slightly under Lysander's stern gaze. "Yes, I understand. I'm prepared to do whatever it takes to win."
Dyeus Phter, ever the stoic figure, simply inclined his head in agreement.
"Very well," Lysander said, his voice softening slightly. "I wish you both the best of luck in the battles to come. May the Holy Grail guide your path to victory."
With their meeting concluded, Morelo and Dyeus Phter left the estate, steeling themselves for the challenges that awaited them in the Holy Grail War. As they walked, Morelo couldn't help but feel a sense of camaraderie with his divine Servant, determined to face their destiny head-on.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, Morelo and Dyeus Phter found themselves sitting on a rooftop, overlooking the city that would soon become their battlefield. The quiet moments before the pre-battle meeting were precious, and both Master and Servant felt the need to strengthen their bond before facing the trials ahead.
Dyeus Phter gazed at the stars, his divine wisdom reflecting in his eyes. "It is a beautiful night, young Master. It is in moments like these that I recall the simpler days, when I watched over my people from the heavens."
Morelo, hesitant to share his own thoughts, eventually spoke up. "I... I never thought I'd be part of something like this. The Holy Grail War... It's terrifying, but I have to do this for my mother, and for my family's honor..."
Dyeus Phter turned his attention to Morelo, his expression softening.
"Your determination is admirable, Morelo. I am honored to fight by your side, and together, we shall face whatever challenges this war presents."
Morelo, encouraged by his Servant's words, allowed a small smile to appear on his face. "Thank you, Dyeus Phter. I know that with your help, we can achieve anything."
The Ancient God nodded, his eyes filled with determination. "Indeed, we shall. And in return, I ask for your unwavering support as we face the other Masters and their Servants."
"I promise, Dyeus Phter. I won't let you down," Morelo said, his voice brimming with newfound confidence.
As the night deepened, the two continued to bond, sharing stories of their lives and experiences. They spoke of their dreams, their fears, and their hopes for the future. By the time the moon reached its zenith, Morelo and Dyeus Phter had formed an unbreakable bond, one that would carry them through the trials of the Holy Grail War.
With renewed determination, they descended from the rooftop and made their way to the pre-battle meeting, ready to face whatever challenges awaited them in the pursuit of their shared goals.
Addendum: Character Profile
Master: Morelo Vascuit (Age 18)
Appearance: A young Belgian man with well groomed auburn hair. He always wears a luxurious dark green suit and coat that was made in the 60s... and doesn't seem to fit him at all.
His Command Seals are in the shape of an eye with eyelashes and a pupil.
Personality: The very poster boy of all things wrong with Magi society: prideful, arrogant, apathetic to the plight of his fellow man, and full of hot air... is what Morelo seems on the outside. He uses a façade of overconfidence and cockiness to hide the fears he hold deep in his heart. Deep down inside, he's terrified of the situation he's thrust into, both the Holy Grail War and his new status as head of his family. Even so, he buries those fears away for the sake of achieving his wish.
About: A Magus from a line of old but now impoverished aristocratic Mage family, Morelo recently inherited his father's position of family head after the patriarch's mysterious demise. Leaving him to take care of his ill mother by his lonesome.
His mother himself seems to have been afflicted by some unknown curse. Unable to procure any funds for a trustworthy doctor and looking to prove his family's name at the same time, he seeks to join the Holy Grail War.
Magecraft: His family Magecraft is 'Sight'. A sort of Magecraft all about reinforcing the eyes in a way to create a Pseudo-Mystic Eye. This Magecraft mostly deals in information gathering from X-Ray vision and detecting lies to particularly esoteric uses like using synesthesia to effectively gain information in a 360 degree radar. Though Morelo has good quality circuits and a higher than average amount of it, he hasn't fully mastered the usage of his family's Magecraft.
Element: Earth
Origin: Pendulum
Wish: To cure his mother of his illness. His other reason for being in the war is simply to increase his reputation in the Clock Tower, but that's separate from his wish.
Catalyst: A book on Proto-Indo-European mythology stolen from a bookstore. He couldn't afford a proper catalyst. So, since old equals better in Mystery, he hoped a book talking about one of the oldest theoretical cultures in the world would land him an old enough Servant to compete with.