Long ago, in a world similar, yet completely different from the world it currently watches , there was a man who lost the one he loved.Falling prey to a deadly sickness, the girl stood no chance as she was slowly ravaged, leaving her weak and frail. Eventually she was placed in her eternal rest, all while leaving the young man she loved behind

Money. Status. Good fortune.

None meant anything to the young man when it could not fill the emptiness in his own heart.

With no hopes or dreams, the young man merely 'lived' but no more than that. The void in him was not something that could be filled so easily. As such, his 'life' consisted of nothing more but eating, working, and sleeping for him. A life that lasted for months with seemingly no end in sight.

Until he discovered something that would change his life.

Egypt.

Upon learning of the Egyptians' views of life after death, Pegasus had visited in a form of some hope that could help him move on. Perhaps it would be pointless. Perhaps he would only despair further. The young youth didn't care so long as he found something to help him move past this pain within his heart. Though the answer would never be found.

Because on that day, Pegasus came face to face with his own destiny.

"Ugh…uaghhh!"

With the very world itself, where magic that had all but dwindled to almost nothing would enter a resurgence. With this, the ancient powers that had once existed in the ancient past would be brought back to the present day because of this man.

"And we would be born because of this." In the white plane where the great void hung just over Irisviel's head, she suddenly bore witness to someone she didn't know. Something or someone telling her the tale of a man with a troubled past, who's own eye was ripped out for…some form of Mystic Code?

"Wrong." As if reading her mind, the voice dispersed Irisviel's previous thoughts. "The item that man was given is something ancient. Connected to a forgotten power that resided in Egypt. One that then allowed what you call magecraft to rise again."

"What?" For a time, Irisviel didn't know what to think. Ever since she awoke here, waiting for her body to be replaced by the Lesser Grail, she had discovered something inside the holy grail, within her. Something that shouldn't be a part of the Grail's systems but is.

Where it was now telling her of events that had no connection to either her, or even the world she knew of. It made no sense.

But she was curious all the same.

"What…what are you trying to tell me?" Even if Irisviel was destined for death, she could not help but ask these questions. While she wasn't sure why this 'thing' was telling her all of this, there was likely a purpose to it all.

The 'thing' replied.

"Where I come from, magecraft as you call it has declined greatly." It told her calmly. Explaining in a way so she could understand it all without difficulty. The void above seemingly twisting each time it spoke. "To the world, there was only science and logic. Myths, legends, mere tales to entertain. None to be believed." Irisviel raised a brow. The way the voice spoke…it sounded as if it wasn't talking about the Earth in general but…somewhere else?

"But that all changed when he found a means to bring forth the ancient powers again." For a moment, the voice spoke with a clear anger. Then, the world around Irisviel changed, shifting to show the man she saw earlier. At a conference revealing what can only be described as a children's card game.

But it was more than just that.

"For eons creatures and beasts your realm would call, 'phantasmals', resided in another plane of existence. A different world that your world would refer to as, 'The Reverse Side', if different aside from some similarities." Irisviel found herself nodding. As the Age of Man came, the Reverse Side allowed all phantasmals to enter as ether grew thinner, forcing them into another texture. Allowing man to become the prime species of the planet.

"However," The scene shifted once again, this time showing countless cards. "That man and his desires caused the very barriers between worlds to weaken. Resulting in one thing."

The scene showed a person placing multiple of those cards Irisviel previously saw onto some kind of machine.

"Shraa!" Where at once, multiple monsters burst forth and gave out their calling.

"Shadows of the monsters could be called upon. The true monsters themselves still resided within their realm, of course. But, similar to the system you humans use to call upon these Servants, shadows of these monsters are summoned by those who utilize their corresponding cards."

Now the scene showed countless people in a stadium. Where all around humans called upon different monsters of all kinds.

Monsters with scales.

Monsters that were inhumane.

Monsters that controlled the elements.

Monsters that were massive and grotesque.

Monsters called by humans to fight.

"...summoning?" Irisviel watched closely. From what she was told, these people are calling upon actual monsters in this…game of theirs. Granted, it wasn't the true monsters themselves, but essentially the people here utilized them in a similar manner like Servants in a Holy Grail War, but much weaker and … for more childish reasons.

Also…

"That's impossible." Irisviel found herself speaking her disbelief. "I-I've never heard of this before. A human creating some children's card game that can summon monsters of the Reverse Side. That's ridiculous!"

Irisviel then felt a pressure on her body. Feeling every bit of skin turn cold.

"In your world, maybe." The voice spoke deeply. "But not in mine."

Parallel worlds.

While it wasn't a fully believed theory in the normal world, there were many who at least supported the idea of parallel worlds out there. That there are other Earths, other alternative versions of one self. Where in the world of magecraft, such a theory is proven by the existence of the Kaleidoscope himself. The Second Magic.

And this voice…this creature…it just said it wasn't from this world.

"Indeed." Once more, reading her own mind, the creature acknowledged Irisviel's thoughts. "I originally came from a realm where magic, 'magecraft', has long since dwindled away. Only for that man to bring forth the ancient powers through this 'children's card game' as you eloquently put it.

"Tell me,"

The scene shifted again -

"Does any of this look childish?"

- and revealed people running as the very monsters used in the card games were now in the real world. With many of the monsters either hunting or outright attacking many humans.

The world then shifted, now revealing seven utterly massive monsters. Each in the form of an animal with strange glowing lines upon them. All while gleefully consuming the souls of many humans.

The scene changed. Now she overlooked a strange man in the mask, grinning. All while above him a great yellow dragon roared while facing three young men. The dragon looked as if it was utterly malefic itself.

Now she was watching a kingdom at war. Where a young ruler and his sister, both with blue hair, faced an army with other humans who had monsters by their side. The young man with blue hair called upon a God of the Sea, who crushed the enemy forces.

A man was laughing. Laughing at the destruction of the people who once enjoyed the pain he brought on his opponents. Now he was taking it to the next level, and finding great joy as his beloved four dragons laid waste to the city while others ran to survive.

Irisviel found herself sweating, now finding herself back in the white plain, the void above her. Her body shook at what she had seen.

"The original purpose of this game was for mere profit. A way to fund that man's true goal." A light laugh is heard. "But what he did was also strengthen the near-dead powers that slumbered, and allowed a way for the monsters to enter the other world.

What you saw were special occasions where certain humans or the monsters themselves could be brought forth into the world under their own power. Power that the man would fear."

The man from before, the one who had his eye replaced, was seen again. He was awake, shaking. Then looked at his desk where he saw three special cards.

"As I said, all monsters summoned through the cards are but a pale shadow of the true monster. Nothing more but a hologram that cannot hurt anybody." The man shook as he looked at the three cards. Frightened by not just them, but what he had done.

"They were different."

Once more the plane warped, revealing an empty desert. Until they came, that is.

Looking up, Irisviel then saw them.

Something that couldn't be called mere creatures, let alone monsters. Even though this was just some form of memory, Irisviel swore she could feel the awesome might in this illusion.

For what she saw wasn't simple monsters.

But Gods.

"Slifer, the Sky Dragon. Obelisk, the Tormentor. And the Winged Dragon of Ra." It spoke their names in both respect, and spite. "It's rare, but certain Duel Monster Cards don't hold the shadow of a monster, but the soul of the very monster themselves. And the three Egyptian God cards are one of the few that are part of this exception."

Irisviel felt the presence of the voice near her now. Asking, "Tell me, how much damage and death can occur if Gods were to walk the world?"

She didn't answer. But Irisviel didn't need to either. If anything, it was a ridiculous question to ask, as the answer was so obvious.

Destruction.

"Indeed." Back in the white plane, the voice resumed. "The Egyptian Gods, and others similar to them, are a threat to the world. One where even that man feared what they could do if they chose destruction over protection.

"Which is why a contingency was made. One that would give birth to three 'cards' that could challenge the Gods if they ever turned their might against man. Three being made with the sole purpose of defending the world."

"No…No, I won't!"

"Only to become a coward at the last moment!"

Utter rage.

The plane shook more violently. Responding to the very hate and anger the voice clearly emitted. The void above twisting angrily.

"He left us to rot! Abandoned us after giving birth to our souls, but denying us a body!" A new scene came, showing the same man leaving, never looking back.

Three cards were shown, but unlike all the other duel monster cards, there was no picture on them.

"No body. No form. We could not even enter the realm where other monsters resided. Trapped between realms, unable to even pass on." The resentment was pure. The hate for this man was clear as day, with venom in every mention they mentioned this man Irisviel saw.

'He was their creator.' Irisviel thought, as she then briefly thought back to her own father. 'And it hurts when one is seen as useless.' Yet, Irisviel felt there was more to this story than what she saw.

"But one day, hope came." Now, entering the room, someone else came. A young man of average height, with silver-green hair.

His eyes were filled with sadness. Looking like the man when his loved one died. Then they turned to rage, as he slammed his fists onto a desk. "Yuuugi!"

The desk cracked, age taking its toll. Where the previously locked drawer opened up and the young man saw something inside it.

"...? These are…" Where the three cards that the man abandoned were now found.

All while a whisper was told.

"We promised him everything he desired." The voice spoke normally. "Even if we hated it, we gave him knowledge. Lended him our power. In turn, he gave us bodies and we agreed to give him our full aid. Including the resurrection of that accursed man."

"Resurrection?!" That should be impossible. True, there were methods of cheating death, escaping it. But once something died, to revive what has died was impossible.

"Do not presume that we are like you mortals." She heard the voice tell her, almost oppressively. "Unlike humans, my kin and I were born with innate knowledge that surpasses the common knowledge mankind has. Knowledge we gave for the young one's plan to revive our accursed creator."

The more the voice spoke, the more Irisviel felt lost. This…creator of theirs', he made them to be different. And from the sounds of it, created them specifically to challenge the exceptional monsters who weren't like normal cards.

As for how the man was even capable of doing that, creating creatures that could challenge those three beings who are Gods and hold divine might, Irisviel didn't know how. 'But he didn't finish them.'

If these God Cards were such a threat, why didn't he give them the bodies they desired?

The voice then resumed, but more bitter this time. "Everything was in place. The project and plan was nearly done. Soon, our accursed creator would be brought back and in turn, we would be allowed to stay and keep the Egyptian Gods in line… Until,"

It then showed the same young man again, with other people.

Tearing a single card apart.

"He banished us. All of us!" Seething now, the void above warped in direct contact with the scene. "We gave him the knowledge. The power. Everything! Only for him to betray us and banish us outside the world just like Maximillian Pegasus! Leaving us in limbo without any way to enter either the human or spirit realms."

Darkness was now seen. Only darkness.

Where within it, three unseen figures were shown moving inside the empty void. Large. Powerful. Even as illusions, Irisviel could see they held similar might to the Egyptian God cards she saw before.

And utterly powerless to escape their new home.

"We were made to protect humanity. Designed to ensure the Gods would never turn their fists against them. Or any other great threat that would rise. Instead, we were trapped with no light, no sound, where life and death didn't even exist. We only had each other and nothing more."

In the darkness, at times cracks could be seen.

Through these cracks, the three silhouettes saw the great powers that threatened humanity. Such strength that they shook reality and caused these cracks to form. If left alone, humanity would suffer greatly.

Yet no matter how hard they tried escaping, to keep the crack open and widen it, the three prisoners could only watch as the cracks closed and shut them in darkness again. Which occurred time and again, over and over.

Cracks would appear on occasion, bathing them in the light of the human world or another.

Only to promptly close and leave them inside their prison.

A fate worse than death, if Irisviel ever saw one.

"But that changes, now."

It was dark still, and no cracks had appeared in a while.

The three silhouettes continued traveling, with any hope they had of escaping long since died after an intermediate amount of time had passed in their prison, which didn't even have time as a concept. For where they resided, it was a place outside of normal space-and time. Disconnecting them from the material world as they long figured out.

Until, from nowhere, the three saw a light appear.

Then a second. Then a third.

A fourth and fifth light appeared. Until finally, a sixth and seventh came.

Seven lights that flashed from a place that was also outside of space-and-time.

A place that was connected to the world that called upon the seven lights.

"!" And through instinct, Irisviel knew what these lights were. "Servants." In the darkness, the silhouettes moved. They had no knowledge of what was going on, but they saw a chance.

Seven figures were seen in the light, falling into wherever destination they were going to. One of the falling individuals in the light had no figure. They looked more like a shadow. No body. No form.

They would do.

"Ah!" Irisviel flinched when suddenly, a massive hand came into the light, showing how large it was.

And how easy it grabbed the shadowy figure who panicked and fluttered in their grip. Only to be yanked from the light that would allow them to enter the world below.

With a shadow that also had no body or form easily slipping in and taking its place. Where in the dark, two sets of eyes watched as the replacement fell down and into the world below. A crunch was heard in the massive one's grip while they watched.

The scene changed again, where Irisviel heard the all too familiar words. Spoken by someone who looked exactly like her.

"Are you my Servant?" In the room, a shadowy figure looked around and saw the woman. A woman with red eyes, white long hair, and was clearly not human despite her appearance.

"...I am."

"I was." Back in the white plane, a deep chuckle is heard. "My powers were limited after I was summoned. By taking that other Servant's place, I became them and my authorities were restricted. But now, things will change."

"Ahhhh." Irisviel fell, as she felt magical energy enter her. Another Servant had fallen.

"I will be freed. I will break the barriers between dimensions and unleash my kin." All around, the white plane began to darken as the void expanded. "I lost my first chance decades ago, but I now have another. And nothing will stop us from fulfilling our duty. Humanity will be protected. And will be freed to do whatever they desire, as we bless them."

It was so honest. Its words were truly genuine. Irisviel knew better.

As everything was being supplemented by this thing's essence, she was slowly getting an understanding of what it was, combined with what she had seen. Meaning she could comprehend just what it truly was.

Evil. Vile. Wicked.

'They're honest…but they're idea of good is…' As Irisviel felt her consciousness slowly being replaced, she saw briefly just what this creature's idea of a good world is for humanity.

A humanity that had no fear of consequences. Who would indulge themselves in their desires. From honest confessions to attacking people who had wronged them.

They would have morals, but they would be warped and twisted. No longer would the normal inhibitions that prevented humans from acting out rashly would be there. It didn't matter if they were human or magus, all would be 'blessed' to do what they wanted. Unfettered. No longer holding themselves back.

A 'perfect world' as they saw it. The Wicked.

"Do not worry." The creature, the god known as the Wicked Avatar spoke to Irisviel as she slowly ceased to be. "I will ensure your daughter is equally blessed as all others. As gratitude for listening to my story."

Irisviel didn't know what expression she was making…but it wasn't a happy one.

Not just humanity, but even her own daughter…She wouldn't be safe. Nobody would. Ah. She could see more of its mind now. See that it will try and use the magical energy the Servants provided to incarnate itself into the real world, then shatter the barriers and bring forth its siblings.

Dreadroot.

Eraser.

The three Wicked Gods that would 'protect' humanity with all their heart, as was their purpose.

A wicked evil of mankind if she ever saw one.

'Can't…can't…' Irisviel didn't want this to happen. She didn't want her daughter to live in a world with these things living alongside her. The idea of Illya being 'blessed' made Irisviel sick to her stomach. There was nothing she could do, though. Her body was already gone by this point, likely transformed. Her consciousness was being replaced and subsumed by the Wicked Avatar. There was no escape.

'...wait.' That is, until Irisviel noticed one spot in the now darkened white plane was still fresh and untouched. She didn't know if it was some form of resistance, or just that the Wicked Avatar hadn't noticed it yet. But Irisviel saw a chance, as small as it was. Quickly, even though she knew this wouldn't let her truly escape, what was left of her headed toward the single untouched white area and then…

Nothing remained.

Only the Wicked Avatar is left.

"Finally!" With the limited power at its disposal, the Wicked Avatar could now interfere in the outside world.

Things were a bit different from how it planned things out, truthfully. Originally it planned on just waiting until someone made a wish and found some way to twist it. Inheriting the properties of the shadow that was originally supposed to be summoned all those decades ago. So it was surprising when the Wicked Avatar discovered, due to its occupation inside the Greater Grail, that it itself was used as a medium and catalyst. One that called upon Servants from worlds it and its kin had seen during their travels in the void, Imaginary Space.

Meaning, while tricky, when the conditions were fulfilled, the Wicked Avatar was able to get Ruler out. A Ruler of its choosing. A Ruler that could summon, if slightly weaker, Servants who could be used as magical fuel like all the other Servants.

As its shadowy tendrils slammed into Ruler in the outside world, the Wicked Avatar gave its command. "Ruler. Summon all Dogmatika Servants. And offer them to I."

The time of birth has come.

Let it be born and bring anew a blessing on all mankind.

So says the God, Wicked Avatar.


And done. The origin and story of how the Wicked Avatar came to reside in the Greater Grail. If you read Yu-Gi-Oh R, you'll see that this occurs after the ending. Where the three Wicked Gods were banished and wandered around until by total accident, they saw the summoning call with the Wicked Avatar hijacking Angra's place. Pretty much starting this whole mess since by occupying the Grail, Duel Monsters were called upon.

Also, I changed their demeanors just a bit. Or expanded them in my opinion. In canon, they were just Wicked Gods and are evil. Little more than that.

Here, they're still the same. But I made it so that while Pegasus installed the purpose to protect humanity, as it turns out, using dark Egyptian magic caused the Wicked to have a twisted view on how 'protection' really is. What humans see as obviously evil isn't evil in their eyes. Worse, while all three do want to protect humanity, they have no idea doing so would just ruin them. And sadly, they do this out of love.

Yep. To be frank, while none of them are currently Beasts, the Wicked Avatar is the only one out of the three that can qualify as an Evil of Humanity. So if it were to fully incarnate itself, like Angra Mainyu, it'll be an Evil of Humanity. Below are its stat sheets if it were to be fully incarnated. Meaning the trick here is to stop it before it's 100% reborn and gains the title of Beast. Enjoy.

Name: The Wicked Avatar

Master: None

Servant Class: Pretender (Currently)/Beast ? (In-Progress)

A Beast whose Sin is that of Protection. From design and birth, the Wicked Avatar could only see humanity as weak and pitiful creatures. Limiting themselves from their folly and from fear of the might of threats above humanity. So it would protect them as told alongside their kin, and 'bless' them so that while defended by the Wicked Gods, they may do whatever they want. Even if it means their ruin.

Alignment: Chaotic Evil

Strength: ?

Endurance: ?

Agility: ?

Mana: ?

Luck: ?

Noble Phantasm(s): ?

Class Skills:

Authority of the Beast: C

It can become one and all, as such it understands one's strengths and weaknesses. Those who can be copied will find themselves dealt greater damage from one who knows them, be it human or heroic spirit.

Independent Manifestation: E

As one born within a card and needing a duelist, it has a very weak manifestation. Though if fully incarnated, the rank may just increase. Provides immunity to mental interference and resistance to instant-death attacks, due to lacking a true body at its base form.

Personal Skills:

Divine Core of the Wicked God (Artificial): A+

Like the other Wicked, the Wicked Avatar was made to keep the Egyptian Gods in check, thus holding Divinity despite its origins as a man-made God.

It ranks higher than most Gods, as such it can only be harmed and killed by a God of equal rank.

The Void that Understand the Heart: B

As a being with no true form, it copies those that have a form. Body, mind, soul, it becomes the copy until it is a copy no more. This skill allows it to understand a target with great insight, including hidden fears, regrets, and desires.

This skill represents how it came to understand how humans are so weak and limit themselves.

Common Knowledge of Man (Dark): -

To be born, ancient magic was used to create it. Dark magic which unknowingly gave innate access to humanity's collective consciousness into the Wicked Gods. However, the knowledge accessed is that of depravity, immorality, and knowledge that humans would deem forbidden.

Perhaps this is why the Wicked Avatar and its brethren are oblivious to the evil they are.

Nega-Blessing: B

Can afflict humans that removes all inhibitions. For why should humans limit themselves with 'morality' and 'consequences'? All in range will find themselves feeling liberated and will proceed as normal. This skill does not alter a personality, merely it ensures humans can not lock up what they feel and unleash what they've tried to hide.

Noble Phantasm(s):

The Wicked that Becomes All (Anti-Self): A

With no body to call its own, the Wicked Avatar must make one by observing others. If chosen, the Wicked Avatar shall become the target and essentially be them; memories, skills, techniques, even Noble Phantasm while increasing mana-output. All stats and Noble Phantasms it copies will be raised by one rank or gain a plus. Personal Skills will remain the same.

However, only the strong should be considered a worthy vessel. As such, anything within range that is deemed the 'strongest' will become its true body until a superior vessel appears.

The range may also increase if forced.

Wicked of the Past (Anti-Self): B-

If possible, the Wicked Avatar may utilize past bodies if it deems any current bodies in range inferior. Gaining their abilities and skills for itself. However, while the Wicked Avatar is locked into an old form, it will immediately be overwritten if a stronger being appears due to the primary Noble Phantasm above being continuously active.