AN: Looks at calandar. Jeeze, kept you waiting huh? Well let's take a look at what you said about the fic that needs an answer. "Lobisomen616," sometimes you need to reach for the unexpected and no once expected those two apparently. "Archer Chef," Okay, let's see you drive away a servant empowered by three separate books of false attendants and the command to kill you. And I don't think I will, I have too many to juggle right now. But who knows. "sd74," you'll see next chapter what I plan to do on the Sakura front. I don't think I'll use the Akamegakill thing. You did, and I have plans, but it's a good suggestion. "Acaykath," Not every Magus is brain dead, and in this setting they have enough command seals to force even Superman to obey. Since it was requested, there's a current Harem list at the bottom. A couple things: I made a scene I'm not proud of, and made me a little ill writing it, but it had to be done, you have been warned. Also, I stopped where it seemed logical, so I gave you two omakes. Lastly MERRY CHRISTMAS! Anyways on with the show.

Speech

Thought, magical communication

Higher Being (i.e. Demon, Grail, ect) speaking, Berserker Class talking, Scene/POV change

Higher Being thinking

Day 2: The Stand of a Royal

Matou Residence:

Prince Edward stared into the pond, calming himself. The face that stared back was that of a youthful Caucasian, with sapphire eyes. His hair was black and fell to his shoulder. He was ignoring what was happening in the house behind him as he prepared himself.

Before he did anything else, he decided he had to pray. He prayed for two things. First he begged forgiveness of his god for not stopping the vile acts he had witnessed sooner. He also prayed for the strength of will to overcome the books of false attendant that would be used against him.

As he stood and put on his helmet, a slight glow emitted from the bassinet. He didn't see the glow, and if he did he wouldn't know what it meant, but he clasped it on his head. Thusly prepared he then made his way back into the mansion. He knew the way to where he would have his confrontation with his false master.

As he walked, he mused on the path that brought him to the Grail War. He wasn't the Black Prince of this world he had discovered, but from an alternate timeline. In this timeline, the Black Prince had not faced Joan of Arc like he had. Nor had there been a demonic invasion England and France had to unite against.

He wondered what the key to the successes he had in the past, before the man fell in love with the Maid of Orleans, would have thought of this reality. The Mercenary General, as his friend had become known, was a ferocious warrior, and not easily surprised. But as he got to the room he refocused on the here and now as he heard the sound of flesh on flesh.

The room where the sounds were coming from was rather nice if you could ignore what was going on. But if you could, then you were a horrible human being. After all, rape is vile, incestuous rape? Even more so.

The scene that would turn almost anyone's stomach was Shinji atop his naked sister, thrusting away with the fury and determination of the damned. Sakura was unresisting and unresponsive, her eyes, which had seemed mostly dead before were on the verge of reflecting the death her mind and soul was suffering from this act.

The two female servants, who had been broken as multiple "book of false attendants" were used to enhance the speed with which their will broke, were both nude and holding their true master down for Shinji. Their beautiful bodies pressed together in a 'french kiss' at the orders of the rapacious teen. The hold they had could also be seen as comforting to Sakura, if you were feeling generous, and perhaps that was the only reason she hadn't broken after twenty four hours of nearly constant rape.

Sakura's body was covered in sperm, as was her two female servants, and it leaked from their asses and vaginas. The smell in the room was almost just as bad as the sight of the rape. It smelled of fear, horror, and the sexual assault. It was sickening to the Black prince.

Shinji spoke while he continued thrusting into the near unresponsive lump of flesh his sister was: "So Prince Edward, have you finally come around to my way of thinking?" He lifted his sister's body up, and turned her around so her debasement could be seen in its entirety. "Have you decided to accept my offer to let you have your way with these beautiful toys?"

Edward's fist tightened around his arming sword: "Nay, I have not come for that you vile monster. I have come to deliver justice upon your loathsome head." So saying he drew his sword, "Now have at you cur!"

Shinji sighed as he released within his sister again, "So disappointing. If I cannot turn you willingly, I will turn you with the books." A dozen books scattered around the room started to glow, "By the power of the books of false attendant, I order you to rape Medusa."

The knight struggled, trying to fight the compulsion, but he was slowly advancing on the Grecian Rider. He started thirty feet away, now he was twenty five…then twenty…shaky struggling step by struggling step, his body fought to resist the order.

When he reached five and it seemed like he might be forced to be the final nail that breaks Medusa, his helmet glowed brightly. The bright glow corresponded with him throwing off the compulsion, whether it was through his own merit, or the assistance of another, he knew not. All the Black Prince knew was he was free.

With the control being broken, he attempted to kill Shinji. His arming sword flew extremely fast at the rapist in a thrust…but it was blocked by the spatha style sword wielded by General Antony. Shinji's mad laughter echoed in the room, "Did you honestly think I would be stupid enough not to prepare in case you DID somehow break free? While it will be disappointing to lose you, Grandfather has plans to summon more female servants using your mana to fuel the summoning…and you don't need to be intact for it. Medusa, Antony, defeat him."

Multiple books glowed, the two nubile woman rose from the bed, and summoned forth their weapons. Normally two on one would be an easy win for the side with more numbers…but tight confines and better armor evened that out.

Likewise, the better armored servant could rightfully be presumed to be the victor in this scenario…But there was a snag there. Edward was a knight. A knight who actually followed the code of chivalry as closely as he could, among the tenants of the code? Not to injure woman if it could be avoided.

And here was the catch. If they were armored he could fight a bit more vigorously. But, as they were not only unarmored but nude, any serious strike that landed would be a fatality on one of the two. This would be an unacceptable end result. And so he was forced to fight defensively…while trying to maneuver to attack Shinji.

However, the two worked flawlessly together…there were no gaps in their defenses…and Shinji just kept laughing while he continued to rape his sister: "It's hopeless you fool, you'll never get past them. Tell you what, if you swear your allegiance back to me, I'll let you finish breaking Sakura. I'll even put in a word with grandfather to have some servants we capture be sacrificed to summon whoever you wish to defile."
The Black Prince's rage was boiling at this point. But he maintained silence as he fought…Analyzing for weaknesses and ways to end the fight without killing the two servants…several times he thought he caught a brief flash of something, but it was too fleeting…But after two minutes of fighting he finally saw the gap...one the two servants had left for him to find as their way of helping stop Shinji. He mentally thanked the two, and apologized for what he was about to do…but he had no choice.
As he lashed out he spoke deadly calm: "My efforts hopeless? Who decided that?" His fist impacted Antony's left cheek sending her flying back. "I'll never get past them?" He then kneed Medusa in the face, sending her off to the side unconscious: "Who decided that?"

The knight marched forward at Shinji, who was stunned at the reversal, "I will be the one who decides." He raised his blade to strike down the defenseless mage…and then twisted laughter filled the room…from behind.

The Black Prince whirled around to see who was laughing, only to get hit by a powerful wave of magic that sent him flying through the wall and out into the courtyard. An old raspy voice spoke from where the Magecraft was launched: "I told you this would happen, foolish boy. But it's fine. I assumed something like this would happen as soon as I laid eyes on Prince Edward."

Out of the hole came a wrinkled old man, clad in traditional Japanese clothing. His hands rested on a twisted wooden cane. To a casual observer, he was an eccentric man who would break his hip moving too fast. But the waves of prana rolling off him spoke differently.
Yes, the Matou, formerly Maraki, clan head was a dangerous foe indeed, the Knight realized as he got to his feet. He had known that already of course, he had sensed the power roiling in the man when he was summoned, but he had forgotten how dangerous a Magus was in their workshop…And the Matou estates were Zouken's workshop.

Worm familiars rose from the ground and formed clones of the aged magus…these were more close combat oriented than the magic user, as was shown by their hooked hands and vicious claws. They were also surprisingly fast. As the Englander learned to his cost when one caused a wound in his left armpit.

He fought back though, and his blade cleaved through the clones easily…But as they were formed of worms…well, they could just reform and get back into the fight as long as there were some intact. And he could never destroy them all relying on just his swordsmanship.

He hated to say it, but he may have bitten off more than he could chew. As the clones showed him when they sent him flying down into the cellars where the alcohol was stored. He smashed through multiple racks of aged wine, drenching him and causing his wounds to burn more.

However, this was also to his advantage. One of his Noble Phantasms could only be activated if he consumed wine. Bladestorm. An ability nearly every hero from his dimension had. For one minute, he would be faster, hit harder, but also be invincible to all damage.

He wasted no time in returning to combat reinvigorated. With his new found speed and power he dispatched clone after clone…Permanently. All the while the head of the Matous watched calmly. Analyzing him. Studying his form. His attack patterns. Everything that could be understood from watching the Black Prince was soon known by Zouken.

The parasite was amused. He had figured out the weakness of the Prince's ability, as the slowly diminishing glow made it quite clear that there was a time limit on this ability. A time limit that was about to expire.

The only question was, how to punish this rebellious servant? Sure he COULD just kill them and then use the mana to summon more servants, but that was easy. Just killing them was also out of the question as that would waste the prana. So what then?

The option to just sacrifice to summon more was feasible…But Zouken loved to break his foe's will. He had two options to go about this. He could simply insert his worm familiars into his foe, and force compliance that way. Or he could go for the more humiliating and, to him, amusing way.

He had been working on a potion that would invert genders. The original goal being to allow him to change his rivals and enemies into a more easy to control form…After all, his worms were QUITE effective at their job…Especially against females.

Leisurely the monster of a man retrieved the potion. It was a type that could work just from skin contact, so he had to be careful…Thankfully he had a syringe he could use for the potion, and he slowly filled it as his clones continued to serve as meatshields. The loss of so many worms was annoying, but not irreplaceable.

He mentally commanded the clones to get him an opening to strike as he walked forward toward the battle. More clones arising and joining the fight as need be. By the time he slowly crossed the two hundred feet between him and the knight, the invulnerability had failed, and his clones had ripped off the helmet from his foe.

After that, it was child's play to ram the needle into Edward's neck, and let the potion do its insidious work. The knight fell to their knees, gasping for air and clutching at their chest. The changes at first were indistinguishable from how he looked before, perhaps a slightly lighter skin tone.

But soon that changed. They started to shrink a few inches, their hair grew to their mid back. Their skin became almost porcelain in coloration. Defined features honed by years of training softened and compacted. The Matou head half suspected the armor would just fall off the newly made Princess.

He was wrong. The armor compacted and became more body fitting. While this was fine overall if he intended to redeploy her for combat, he had another objective in mind for her. As such he waited to see how much more the potion would affect her.

He observed flushing in the face. Severe sweating. Spasms of pain. Nothing out of the ordinary so far…but then the servant started clutching at her groin and chest as if trying to massage…or dare he say 'play' with those body parts.

This was promising in the mind of the old man. Just a slight push and he could hand her over to Shinji to break her before carrying out the ritual. Subconsciously, he knew that step to be unnecessary. After all, it was a humiliation to the Prince to be changed to a princess, and with the potion doing its work she would be easy to use as fuel for summoning more servants.

But the old magus was twisted to his core. And the prospect of destroying such a rebellious servant mentally was extremely appealing. So, he provided the push. His potion's primary ingredient was a tiny sliver of his soul that would return once the victim was dead…as such, he was able to activate that sliver, and ramp up the former male's arousal to unbearable levels.

"How long can she resist, I wonder." Were the thoughts of the parasite. Who observed what happened to the former prince with great interest. "Can she resist for a minute? Perhaps even more? Or will the new feelings in her body overwhelm her quickly?"

In the end, it turned out to be a full minute before it became unbearable for the black haired woman, who dismissed her armor and clothing with a frenzied thought. Zouken studied her with the gaze of a connoisseur. Her breasts were perky and full, middle high D-cup. She was fit, a legacy of her training in life. Her body unblemished by scars or wounds, and as expected a natural ravenette.

With her frenzied attempts as self pleasure though, he would have no trouble subduing her. He walked over, and grabbed her by the hair and started to lead her back to Shinji's room. The princess was startled out of her frenzied masturbation, and crawled on all fours like a bitch in heat.

The master of the house sneered. Yes, this was the fate that awaited everyone who opposed him. And their children, and their children's children…ect. He had made it three quarters of the way when his early warning field alerted him to an intruder.
Within a second his first bounded field started to break…then shatter…Then his second…and third…A roar was heard, which almost made him think Berserker had come: "SHIIIIINNNJI!"

The scion of the Magus killer had come.

CHAPTER COMPLETE!

NEXT TIME: Day 2 Finale: Justice for all

Omake: Several Months after the destruction of the Black Fyres

Lord Shirou "Destroyer of Dragons" Targaryen sighed tiredly as he looked over the reports on his land. Weapon and armor production of 'late' medieval or Camelotian design, depending on who you asked from the Throne of Heroes…Gothic Plate Armor mainly, as well as other designs.

The harvest was growing ever more bountiful as he introduced simple innovations, like horse drawn plows and crop rotation. The improvement in the road ways also included watch posts, which made transit easier, and cut down on banditry…creating a surplus of food and other supplies.

The realm was prosperous. And with a prosperous realm can immigrants from other areas. This influx of population allowed the military to expand; which in turn brought new jobs to blacksmiths, armorers, fletchers, and all manner of specialists who kept the cogs of a war machine going.

Though this was not what was on his mind. Nor was his surprise at the ready acceptance his two wives had for his magical talent. One being from the Dothraki was already used to shamanistic "magic," so the Kahlise was impressed but not shocked magic existed. And the princess was apparently a reincarnation of a version of King Arthur who won the Fourth Holy Grail War, and this life of hers was the result of her wish.

It also was not the surprising acceptance of his in laws…It had taken them a bit to get used to the idea, and he was sure that at least a few had floated the idea of restricting his power, but in the end they had come around. Unsurprising to Shirou was that Tyrion was the first to accept him, the dwarf was rather childish when it came to magic and a promise that he would never harm the littlest lord's nieces and nephews was enough to get the money minded Lannister on his side.

Nor was it the title he had earned ending the Blackfyre's invasion. The "Destroyer of Dragons" they called him. He turned on his own kin and destroyed their attempt to regain control almost by himself. It was a title granted not only for killing the black dragon, but his cousin who rode upon the dragon, a fact he was unaware of at the time. In Westros, the killing of kin was a grave sin, and it was only the fact that it was done unknowingly that stopped the kingdoms uniting against him.

Though he did gain the sole surviving Blackfyre, a woman by the name of Mordred, whom he suspected was a reincarnation of the Knight of Betrayal, as his prisoner/ward. It was another headache he had to deal with later.

But no, what was on his mind was that King Robert Baratheon, first of his name, was on his death bed. While the King was much more fit in this timeline, and his skills had slackened less, all it took was a moment of faulty concentration for the best warriors to fall. He had been hunting a great bear in the forest, and it had mauled the King.

Robert was not given high odds of surviving the week. He and his wives were expected to attend the funeral when it happened, and while he would go, Shirou knew what this foretold. The Game of Thrones was about to begin. Soon Westros would drown in blood and fire, while to the north the Wildlings would head south, to escape the forces of the White Walkers.

He would play the hand he was dealt though. He was not so naïve as to believe he could save everyone and everything. So he would do the next best thing, save that which matters to him and as much as he could…But first, he had to deal with the impending Civil War.

Omake 2: Christmas Special

Naruto was dinking hot chocolate on his porch watching the snow fall. It was a relaxing day in the war, and he wished they would all be that way. But he knew it was an idle wish of a fool. So he simply enjoyed spending time with his Servants and friends.

It was at this point he received a mysterious package…He investigated it with Magecraft, but detected nothing untoward. As such, he opened it. Inside were ten different Santa hats. He was struck with whimsy when he saw the hats, and handed them out to his servants, retaining an Orange one for himself.

That Christmas Eve was the largest anyone had seen. Any presents given out were multiplied by tenfold. It was as if there were ten Santas now instead of just one. And indeed there were. For those hats, albiet they were temporary, gave Naruto and his servants the role of "Santa" that year.

Much to the amusement of Zelretch, and the fear of those around him when he started laughing…Though this time the hats did not lose their magic, and a new spin on the grail war had begun…The SANTA WARS!

For not only had Naruto and his servants gotten those Santa hats, but EVERY other master/servant team also did…The good news of this was three fold. First, the war was rather civil all things considered, because they were all Santas their 'war' boiled down to making the best present, no collateral casualties or damage.

Second, the Santa Hats brought out the best in their wearers…So Sakura wasn't raped for a long time, it was an idealic time for her. She only prayed that the Santa hat's changes would remain after the hats lost their power. And Zelretch heard and answered, rewriting Shinji's personality so it would.

Lastly, it confused the HELL out of Angra Manju. Who, without all the death and destruction, lost power over the grail somewhat…allowing the Grail's spirit to regain a lot of control and entrench even better. So when Angra Manju did eventually regain focus, he had another decades long fight infront of him to regain control of what the Grail's spirit reclaimed.

In all, it was a very merry Christmas, like I hope yours will be.

List of Revealed Servants:

?: "John of Nottingham," Prince Hector, and Cu Chulaain

Rin: Archer, Sir Gawain, and Assassin

Naruto: Artoria, Mordred, Lancer Artoria, Queen Arturia, Gilgamesh Queen of Heroes, Nero, Joan of Arc, Young Artoria, and Scathach

Shinji Matou (True Master is Sakura): Prince Edward, Marc Antony, and Medusa

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Current Harem:

Artoria, Mordred, Lily, Scathach, Fem Gil, Lancer Artoria, Alter, Empress Nero, Joan of Arc, and Rin

Anyways, review please.