Lisette Di Avini, the young heir of the Di Avini Farming conglomerate, and her Servant, John Dee of the Watcher class, found themselves in Britain on August 31st, 1939. Having been seemingly back in time to a digital reconstruction of it to participate in the False Moon Cell Holy Grail War. Emerging in a somewhat rural region not too displaced from the urban arteries of early 20th century Great Britain.
As the winds of history blew across the lands, the pair found themselves in a dire situation. As soon as they landed, Watcher felt a chill of terror run down his spine. A primordial dread unlike anything he had ever felt before. And he had suffered many an ill omen in his time as the occult advisor to the British crown."
"What is it, Watcher? What's wrong?"
John Dee tried his best to get ahold of himself, bringing his staff to bear, peering deeply into the crystal ball that topped it.
"Master, you remember my 'High-Speed Divination' Skill, correct?"
Lisette nodded.
"Yeah. It was a B rank, right? Let's you anticipate stuff the enemy might try to pull on us... wait... are we in trouble?"
John Dee finished gazing into his staff, a mask of dread upon his face, body shivering uncontrollably.
"We need to run, now!"
And so they did.
Grabbing Lisette in his arms, Watcher went as fast as he could, even his scholarly bend towards athletics boosted by his Servant nature enough to carry his Master faster than Lisette could have ever managed under her own power.
"Come on, Watcher, we just got here. It can't be that bad?"
Watcher lent her a view of the Cristal ball tip of his staff, within which Lisette gazed Berserker running towards them as fast as an automobile at full throttle, a cloud of dust and debris left in his wake.
"I stand corrected. Damn it, there's bad luck, and then there's whatever the Hell this is!"
"Such is the nature of war. It never goes as we might wish it to. Listen closely Master, we must act quickly. I shall summon as many combat-focused angels as I can to delay the Berserker. They will draw his attention and lead him westward, while we make our escape to the south."
Lisette, ever the pragmatic strategist, nodded in agreement
"Watcher, let's do it. I trust your judgment. We'll head to Northampton the moment you're finished and catch a train to put even more distance between us and our pursuer."
Having no time to waste, John Dee, a master of Enochian magic, stopped in his tracks. Setting his Master down gently, he turned his gaze upon the skies, and beseeched the heavens for aid.
With a determined expression, John Dee raised his staff, the intricate crystal orb at its apex beginning to glow with a divine light. The atmosphere around them grew heavy, charged with the power of the heavens as the Watcher chanted in the ancient language of Enochian.
"O divine guardians, heed my call! Lend me your celestial strength and vanquish the darkness that dares to challenge us! Noble Phantasm - Enochian Vision: Keys to the Celestial Realm! Hear my gracious plea for aid, and bequeath upon me the unleashed Sacred Might of Four Eternal Wardens of our Heavenly Father!"
As the incantation reached its climax, several ethereal figures descended from the heavens, their celestial forms radiating with an otherworldly aura.
The angels summoned by John Dee were ethereal beings of divine origin, their celestial forms exuding an air of serenity and strength. There were four angels in total, each representing a different aspect of combat and divine power. Their appearances were similar, with luminous wings extending from their backs, and their bodies adorned in intricate, glowing armor that shimmered with every movement. Their faces were obscured by their helmets, which bore visages of calm stoicism, reflecting the unwavering resolve of these divine warriors.
The first angel was the 'Guardian of the Skies'. This angel wielded a long, double-bladed sword, its blade gleaming with holy light. It specialized in aerial combat, using its wings to dart through the air with incredible agility and speed. Its role was to command the skies, preventing opponents from escaping or gaining an advantage through aerial maneuvers.
The second angel was the 'Shield of the Divine'. This angel carried a large, ornate shield, imbued with powerful defensive magic that could withstand even the most devastating attacks. It served as the vanguard, shielding its allies from harm while relentlessly pushing forward in battle.
The third angel was the 'Arbiter of Judgment'. Able to conjure a mighty hammer composed of shimmering holy light, this angel was a fearsome combatant, capable of delivering crushing blows with divine force. Its role was to act as the primary damage dealer, striking fear into the hearts of its enemies and punishing those who would defy the heavens.
The fourth and final angel was the 'Radiant Healer'. The final angel was the embodiment of divine mercy and healing, carrying a spectral wand that emanated a soothing light. Its role was to support its fellow angels, mending their wounds and restoring their vigor so that they could continue the fight.
As the angels flew off on their journey westward to confront the Berserker, John Dee staggered, weakened by the tremendous effort of their summoning. Lisette rushed to his side, supporting the weary Servant.
"Watcher, are you alright?"
Catching his breath, John Dee coughed out his reply.
"Fear not, Lisette. The summoning drained much of my magical energy, but I shall recover in time. We must depart now, quickly, while the angels hold back the Berserker."
With no time to spare, the pair set off southward towards Northampton, leaving the angels to face the oncoming threat. The celestial beings, called forth by the power of John Dee's Enochian Magecraft, were formidable opponents in their own right, each the equal of a Servant in power. They moved with grace and precision, their divine weapons shimmering in the serene darkness of the deathly silent night.
As the distance between Lisette, John Dee, and the Berserker grew, the Watcher could not help but worry about the outcome of the angels' confrontation.
"The angels will do their best to delay the Berserker, but we must use this time wisely," he cautioned.
Lisette's emerald eyes gleamed with determination.
"We'll find a way to win this war, Watcher. Your knowledge and my strategic mind will lead us to victory. We'll seize the Holy Grail and enhance my family's potential to new heights!"
John Dee nodded, his resolve bolstered by his Master's unwavering spirit. "Indeed, Lisette. Together, we shall overcome the challenges of the False Moon-Cell Holy Grail War and achieve our respective goals."
As the pair raced towards Northampton, the angels and the Berserker were poised to clash in a titanic struggle, their fates entwined in the merciless crucible of the Holy Grail War.
As their enemy neared, the four angels descended from the heavens, their divine presence sending ripples through the air. They had been summoned by John Dee to confront a powerful enemy, the Berserker class Servant: the Doom Slayer. A being whose thirst for retribution against the forces of darkness made him a formidable opponent in the Holy Grail War. The angels knew that this battle would be a true test of their combined strength and resolve.
From the Doom Slayer's warped perspective, he stood amidst the ruins of a once-great city. The destruction that surrounded him no less than a testament to the carnage his hateful enemies had wrought upon his world, a calamity which only stoked his bottomless rage. Clad in his iconic Praetor Suit, his face obscured by a dark visor, he exuded an aura of unrelenting rage and retribution.
His arsenal of weapons lay at the ready, each one a monument to his deadly prowess. His vengeance itself incarnate.
As the angels approached, the Doom Slayer took notice, his visor locked onto the celestial beings with an unyielding determination. Without hesitation, he armed himself with his Plasma Gun and fired a volley of searing energy bolts towards the airborne angels.
The Guardian of the Skies, with its unparalleled agility, evaded the attack, darting through the air to close the distance between them. The Shield of the Divine raised its massive barrier, deflecting the bolts of energy, while the Radiant Healer and Arbiter of Judgment prepared to provide support from behind.
The Doom Slayer, realizing the futility of his long-range attack, switched to his Chainsaw and charged towards the angels, channeling Argent Energy into its roaring bladed teeth. The Guardian of the Skies swooped down, its double-edged sword glowing with divine power as it aimed for a swift and decisive strike. However, the Doom Slayer's skill and reflexes allowed him to dodge the attack, receiving only a modest gouge in his Praetor Suit, before countering with a vicious swipe of his Chainsaw.
The Shield of the Divine, seeing its ally in danger, charged forward to intercept the Doom Slayer, its ornate shield absorbing the brunt of his relentless assault. The Arbiter of Judgment, seizing the opportunity, leaped into the fray, its mighty hammer crashing down with divine force. The Doom Slayer narrowly evaded the strike, the ground shaking beneath the hammer's impact.
Meanwhile, the Radiant Healer focused on mending the Guardian of the Skies' wounds and restoring the angels' strength. The Doom Slayer, recognizing the healer's importance, switched to his Rocket Launcher and fired a barrage of explosive projectiles towards the Radiant Healer.
The Shield of the Divine, sensing the danger, quickly moved to intercept the projectiles, sacrificing itself to protect the healer. The Ardent Energy infused explosions sent the surviving angel flying, its armor cracked and scorched, but its resolve unbroken
With their defensive angel incapacitated, the remaining angels knew that they had to act quickly to end the battle. The Guardian of the Skies and the Arbiter of Judgment launched a coordinated assault, their divine weapons clashing with the Doom Slayer's Argent Energy-infused Chainsaw time and time again, to no avail.
As their fierce battle raged on, the Doom Slayer, consumed by the raging battle, unleashed his full power, turning up his Noble Phantasm to its maximum in order to temporarily augment his physical abilities and weaponry to terrifying new heights. The angels, though strong and determined, found themselves pushed to their limits against the Berserker's relentless onslaught, only sustained through the healing miracles of the Radiant Healer.
In a desperate final effort to ensure the survival of its comrades, the Radiant Healer channeled all of its remaining energy into a powerful healing spell, mending the angels' wounds and reinvigorating their strength. In a spectacular eruption of healing teal light it sacrificed itself to renew the two worn out angelic warriors back to their full strength. With renewed vigor, the Guardian of the Skies and the Arbiter of Judgment redoubled their efforts, their divine powers surging with newfound intensity.
Meanwhile...
Alex, the Master of Berserker, found himself in a dire situation.
His Servant, the Doom Slayer, had charged headlong into battle at the first sniff of a fight, without waiting for any backup or strategy, against Alex's best efforts to halt the Berserker wrathful advance. The fierce determination that made the Doom Slayer such a formidable force also put him at risk of fighting insurmountable odds without a plan. Alex knew he needed to catch up to his Servant as quickly as possible to provide support and guidance.
He sprinted hurriedly down the dark and damp road, desperately searching for a mode of transportation. The distant sounds of battle grew louder and more intense as he closed in on the location of the clash.
After fruitless minutes of searching, Alex finally spotted a parked car with the keys still dangling from the ignition. A stroke of luck, or perhaps the hand of fate, had presented him with the opportunity to chase after his wayward Servant.
"People really did have more trust than sense back... well... now I guess. I can't really say back when when when is now... or... can I..."
He ignored the temporal confusion brought on by this crazy war he'd gotten himself caught up in, and focused on catching up to Berserker before the embodiment of vengeful wrath did something regretful.
His heart pounded in his chest, and adrenaline surged through his veins as he approached the car. He hesitated for a moment, aware of the potential dangers of his reckless headlong rush to aid his Servant, but the urgency of the situation demanded it. With a deep breath, Alex opened the driver's door, slid into the seat, and started the engine.
As he gripped the steering wheel, his thoughts raced. He had never driven in streets like these before and had no idea how to navigate the foreign labyrinth of interconnected roadways. Yet, his instincts and determination pushed him forward. With a deep breath, he slammed his foot on the gas pedal, and the car lurched forward.
The tires screeched against the pavement as Alex navigated the narrow streets, desperately trying to catch up to the Doom Slayer. He swerved around corners and sped through intersections, ignoring traffic signals and narrowly avoiding collisions. The chaos he left in his wake only added to the urgency of his pursuit.
All the while, the sounds of the battle between the Doom Slayer and the angelic beings grew louder, like the beating of drums urging Alex to hurry. He knew that if he didn't reach his Servant in time, the consequences could be dire for both of them...
The battlefield erupted in a symphony of clashing blades, holy light, whirring teeth and Argent Energy, as the angels and the Doom Slayer fought with every ounce of their being. The Doom Slayer, fueled by his unquenchable rage, clashed fiercely against the divine might of the angels. Yet, the angels, driven by their unwavering determination to protect Watcher and his Master from the foe before them, refused to yield.
The Guardian of the Skies, its wings beating furiously, darted in and out of the melee, delivering swift, powerful strikes with its divine sword. The Arbiter of Judgment, resolute in its purpose, swung its mighty hammer with unwavering precision, attempting to shatter the Doom Slayer's defenses.
As the battle raged on, the Doom Slayer's Argent Energy reserves began to dwindle, his once overwhelming power starting to wane. Sensing this, the angels pressed their advantage, coordinating their attacks to exploit the Berserker's weakened state.
In response, the Doom Slayer tossed away his Chainsaw and drew The Crucible, channeling all that he had left to spare of his reserves into the hellish hilt, bringing its glowing crimson blade to life.
With a resounding crash, the Arbiter of Judgment's hammer connected with the Doom Slayer's Crucible Sword, the force of the impact sending the angel reeling. Quick to cover for its comrade, the Guardian of the Skies dove in, its divine blade slicing through the air, aimed squarely at the Doom Slayer's exposed flank.
Yet, despite the clean hit and seemingly insurmountable odds, the Doom Slayer's Battle Continuation skill kept him on his feet, his weary body animated yet by his unyielding will. In a last-ditch effort, he channeled the remainder of his Magical Energy into his Crucible Sword, unleashing a devastating wave of energy that rippled across the battlefield.
The Guardian of the Skies, unable to evade in time, was struck by the blast, its once radiant wings singed and damaged. The Arbiter of Judgment managed to brace itself against the force of the attack but found its armor cracked and weakened significantly.
Though battered and weary, the angels knew that they could not afford to falter. They pressed on, their divine powers surging as they converged on the Doom Slayer for one final, decisive strike.
As the angels' weapons descended upon him, the Doom Slayer rushed to meet them, his Mad Enhancement skill pushing him to the brink of his limits. In a burst of raw, unbridled power, he met the angels' combined assault, his Crucible Sword clashing violently with their divine weapons.
The sound of shattering steel and divine power filled the air as the Guardian of the Skies weapon gave way, unable to withstand the onslaught of the Doom Slayer's furious might. The angel was bisected, and his sword lodged itself in the side of its companion. For a second. Before the blade finally fizzled, flickered, and faded away, the last of The Slayer's magical energy spent.
With one powerful, earth-shattering blow, the Arbiter of Judgment's hammer struck the Doom Slayer in the dead center of his chest, sending him flying, tumbling violently on the ground, before crashing through a brick wall, body limp, seemingly defeated.
As the dust settled, the angel stood victorious, its divine light shining brightly amidst the ruins of the battlefield. Exhausted yet triumphant, the Arbiter of Judgement silently advanced upon the Doom Slayer's broken form, intent on crushing his head into a bloody pulp.
That is, till it heard the blaring of a curious horn, and turned around to see a car racing towards it. Weary as it was from its fight, it had not the speed to react in time as the driver flung open the door to his vehicle, rolled out of it, and let the now unmanned speeding hunk of sturdy metal and combustible fuel collide full force into the unprepared angel.
"Get some you floating night light!" Alex yelled as he pulled out his assault rifle, unloading his mag of 'death-magic' imbued bullets into the still stunned angel, a feat that, if nothing else, kept it disoriented, and its focus squarely on the new combatant who'd entered into the fray.
That was all he needed.
The moment the angel started to recover, moving towards Alex with an unnatural grace, it felt the chill of death itself blowing behind it. At that moment the Doom Slayer, on his knees, punched through the back of his foe's weakened armor, Crucible Hilt in hand, and engaged its energy conversion function.
The angel erupted in a brilliant bloom of Argent Energy, which rushed into the weary warrior, stabilizing his battered, broken body. Not that such injuries had ever stopped The Slayer in the past, the incarnation of unadulterated retribution getting to his feet in short order. His helm clad head giving an Alex a look that screamed "Yeah... I know... you don't need to say it..."
Alex sighed, stowing away his rifle and extending a hand to his Servant.
"You and I are going to need to have a serious chat about how we ought to be fighting if we wanna win this war. Now come on, we need to scram before the cops show up..."
And so they did, unaware that far more than mere policemen now set their sights on the destructive duo of the White Faction...