Prologue.
(Disclaimers: I do not own Fate/Apocrypha. It belongs to Type-Moon Fate franchise. I also do not own Destiny 1 and 2, it belong to Bungie)
(Also, this story was suggested by a fellow follower of mine, @Andy082pp3.
If you see this thanks for getting me back to this series :D)
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The Holy Grail War
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Seven servants, summoned forth by seven Masters, battle to the death.
In a battle to obtain that which can grant any wish.
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"The Holy Grail"
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But.
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This rule has been broken.
And the Apocrypha has occurred.
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However.
There will always be those who dare to stop it before witnessing chaos upon them.
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But as the grail has been stolen and hid far away in Romania.
Where the fifteen Servants have been summoned.
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Obeying them.
The Black Servants.
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Opposing them.
The Red Servants.
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Apply them.
The Ruler.
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Divide them.
The Guardians.
Lancer
Assassin
Rider
Berserker
Archer
Caster
Saber
Ruler
Guardians
"You heroes who have gathered here today!"
"This will be no ordinary Holy Grail War!"
"This shall be a great battle."
"Between you two factions of Seven."
"And as Ruler, I, Jeanne D'Arc!"
"Shall be the mediator of this battle!"
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And now.
The curtain rises.
On the.
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Holy Grail War.
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No one Pov.
"The Holy Grail War.
The battle for the Holy Grail, omnipotent device said to be capable of granting any wish.
When it is spoken of with the preface
"Fuyuki"
It refers extreme yet unique war in which Heroic Spirits are summoned as Servants by Magi.
Those who protect their hidden mysteries.
To fight and kill each other until oner servant is left alive.
Likely because the surveillance of the Mage's Association was lax for this small oriental nation.
The Holy Grail War caught only little attention among Magi until it's Third Ritual.
However.
In the Third Grail War, which was held shortly before the outbreak of World War Two.
Several nations intervened.
Perhaps influence by the trend of the times.
Taking advantage of the abnormal situation.
Information on the system of the Holy Grail War was spread to Magi throughout the world.
Amidst their surprise, Magi began to try copying the Fuyuki Holy Grail War.
It was such a testament to how exceptional the system bult by the three founding families.
Tohsaka.
Einzbern.
And
Makkiri.
Was as a ritual.
But.
For the past sixty years.
The Holy Grail War in Fuyuki has not been held currently due to variation of the Holy Grail ritual are being held everywhere throughout the world.
Nearly all are small-scale.
And summon only five Heroic Spirits at most.
Even when the ritual is completed.
None of them ever achieved.
A true.
Omnipotent wish-granting device.
That's only natural.. Because it is clearly impossible that they could have succeeded."
Said a man, who stands outside his balcony, staring into the distance of the land this is shown before him.
"After all, the magi conducting variation of the Holy Grail ritual... Lacked the "core" of the Fuyuki Holy Grail War."
He continued.
"And that is?"
Said another man, who was sitting down in a chair with a table in front of him, having himself a glass of wine as stopped, waiting for the other to answer his question.
"The Greater Grail."
The man replied.
"In the Fuyuki Holy Grail War, the core of the ritual, the greater grail, is embedded into the leylines of the land, which allows prana to be infused into the lesser grail, which the participants of the Holy Grail War compete for.... With such, the Magi who attempted to copy the Holy Grail War can only prepare the lesser Grail... Truly, what a bunch of worthless fakers."
He went on saying more of the Holy Grail.
"What you mean to tell me... Is that is Holy Grail War is different then?"
The other man asked as he took a sip of his wine from his glass.
"Of course, my liege."
The man looked towards the other with his hand on his chest, speaking the ways of truth in his perspective.
"There is a greater Grail in this land.. The greater Grail that I personally stole... From Fuyuki sixty years ago."
He continued.
"I participated as a Master in the Third Holy Grail War, yet the Holy Grail War itself ended undecided due to the lesser Grail being lost partway through.... However..."
The man then turns back to the view of the land.
"I've learned of the greater Grail's existence by chance and stole it by using the organization power of Nazi German, which I was once affiliated with during the time then using the chaos of World War Two, where I eventually hid the greater Grail from the Nazis as well and connected it to the leylines of this sacred land, Trifas.. The stronghold of Yggmillenia."
Few seconds later, something started ringing nearby.
The man then walks to see where that ringing was coming from.
Apparently, it was his telephone.
He picks it up and puts it against his hear.
"It's me."
From the telephone was another man, who appears to be old.
"Oh. My, my.. If it isn't the dean of the summoning department, Belfegan-Dono. How may I help you?"
The man asked.
"Don't play dumb with me. You know exactly the reason why I called you in the first place.. You know that there's a limit to how long I can keep things in check with my influence and as a matter of fact, you can still make it in time if you give up now."
Said the dean of the summoning department.
"Those words of yours are a bit trite. Perhaps, I might as well return them to you."
The man smirked.
"You can still make it in time if you give up now."
He repeated those words and then asked.
"Have you managed to finish preparing the association's surrender to us?"
The dean stood there with two members near him, filled with silent before asking.
"Are you serious about this?"
He only received a chuckle in response.
"It's a bit late to ask that now, after all, we're the ones who declared war."
The dean merely grunted due to irritation coming from the voice of the man he is calling.
"You'll regret this, Darnic Prestone Yggdmillenia."
After those words coming from the dean, the call ended.
"Hmph.. If so then let's do our best before that doesn't happen to either of us, that is."
The man spoke to himself as he set the telephone down and turn his head around where he saw the other man looking at him with a grin on his face.
"So that is what you call a telephone.. How interesting."
He said.
"Quite. Though it's a bit convenient and yet to also consider that it made the world even more complicated than before."
Darnic spoke as he grabbed a bottle off the table from the other man and poured him more wine.
"If you're a bit curious.. The just now seems to be the final warning from the organization I once belonged to, the Mage's Association."
The man only stared at Darnic as he took a sip of his wine from his glass.
"And as a matter of fact, in order to get rid of our rebel clan, the Yggdmillenia, cleaners, magi specialized in combat, have now invaded this land."
Said Darnic.
"And yes, they are also and already trespassing through your domain, my liege... Therefore."
Darnic was cut off by the man who then extends his hand out to him.
"Magus. Bear your own position in mind."
He smirked.
"Do not forget.. I am a servant to you. So give me the order and I shall dispose them for your sake."
Hearing this made Darnic quite surprised by the words of the man, before smirking towards him and saying.
"Get rid of the invaders... Lancer."
Darnic commanded.
"Understood."
Once the command was set-.
*Knock 2x*
"You may enter."
The door opens, revealing five figures.
The first was a young girl in a wheelchair, who somewhat looks very identical to a boy, who has both the same hair and eye color.
Next to the two was a women in her mid-twenties with the color of gray as her hair and chartreuse eyes.
On her left appears to be a very young boy with messy orange hair and navy blue eyes.
Above that young boy was a man who looked rather chubby in his mid-thirties with a stern look on his face.
"Ah, thank you all for coming, Masters bearing the command spells of our Yggdmillenia Clan.
Darnic said with both of his arms opened as if he was pleased to see them.
"Henceforth, you're all going to throw yourselves into a harsh battle as Masters."
The Masters stood there, before Darnic then says.
"But before that..."
He then snaps his fingers where behind him shows magic circles that is seems to be a projection of what is happening outside the stronghold.
The magic circles then shows a group of mages who appears to be running towards their location while also being stopped by several golems that act as the stronghold's defense system.
But the golems were no match for them as the mages easily struck them down within a few hits.
"Neither the bounded fields nor the defense golems are such a threat."
One of the mages spoke, displeased from his combat results that he had inflicted on the golems.
"Yeah. What a letdown."
The other sighed in disappointment.
"Hoh... A group of this defected level?"
All the mages immediately turned around where they saw a man.
"Such insolent fools I'd say.."
He chuckled.
"But with whose permission... Do you stand there?"
Therefore, all of the mages started gathering up together so they can unleash their attacks all together.
As the man stand there, the mages fired their magic towards him, creating an explosion.
"And where do you think you are standing now?"
The mages all stood there shocked to see that the man reappeared with no wound over his body.
"Here. There. There. And over there."
The so-called Lancer extends his arm out.
"All of it... Every last piece... Is part... Of my domain!"
Suddenly, the ground below the mages started to sprout spikes from within and impale them through their bodies, ending their life in one go.
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As the Masters of future Servants for the Yggdmillenia Clan all witnessed the performance of Darnic's Lancer.
"Such power!"
The chubby man thought, astonished by the power of Darnic's Lancer.
"I can't wait to have a Servant of my own!"
Said the young boy with orange hair and navy blue eyes.
"Now then, follow me."
Darnic exits the room as the five Masters followed him to an open chamber with five magic circles implanted within the ground.
"Everyone, place the catalysts you've obtained on the alters."
With that being said from Darnic, the Masters pulled out fragments which appears to be the remaining's of past Servants.
"You may begin now.... Proud Magi of Yggdmillenia."
"Let silver and steel be essence.
Let stone and the Archduke of contracts be the foundation.
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Let [Black] be the color.
I pay tribute to.
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Let rise a wall against the wind that shall fall.
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Let the four cardinal gates close.
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Let the three-forked road from the crown rotate.
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Fill shut.
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Let each be turned over five times.
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Simply.
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Breaking asunder the fulfilled time.
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Let it be declared now.
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Your flesh shall serve under me.
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And my fate shall be with your sword.
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Submit to the beckoning of the Holy Grail.
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Answer.
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If you would submit to this will and this truth.
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An oath shall be sworn here.
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I shall attain all virtues of heaven.
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I shall have dominion over all evils of hell.
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Yet.
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You shall serve with your eyes clouded by chaos.
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For you.
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Would be one caged in madness.
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As I.
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Shall wield your chains.
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From the seventh.
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Attended to by three great words of power.
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Come forth from the ring of restraint.
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Protector of the Holy Balance!"
With the words being spoken by the five Masters of the Yggdmillenia Clan, a bright light shined before their eyes until unleashing a ray of light from the magic circle.
"So... They have finally arrived."
Said the Lancer.
"Yes.. These shall be the Heroic Spirits who will serve under you, my liege...
Caster
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Archer
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Berserker
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Rider
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Saber."
Darnic chuckled, pleased by the servants that has been summoned upon him.
"In accordance to the summons, we present ourselves...
The Servants Of Black.
And our sword shall be as your sword to our fates shall be with Yggdmillenia."
The Saber Of Black spoke as he placed his hand on his exposed chest, swearing his loyalty.
*Time skip to a small campsite in a forest"
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??? Pov.
"Heh... Looks like that Yggdmillenia bastard already summoned his Servants.
I thought to myself as I was loading my weapons until I suddenly felt strange energy readings from my radar.
"Guess I should go get my own "Servants"."
I chuckled.
"I am gonna need specific servants though.."
I said before finishing up loading my weapons and putting them on my waist until I eventually stood up from the wooden log that I was sitting on and then grabbing two items off another wooden log that was next to me.
*Ring 2x*
"Damn it.. What now?"
I pulled out a phone from my pocket and answered it.
"Hm? Oh. Okay then, I take care of it soon."
After that, I hanged up.
"Of course out of all things, a new hit is always coming up on my list..."
I grumbled.
"Whatever... I still need that cash to buy myself some ammo. I'd rather not run out for this dumb Holy Grail War."
I mumbled to myself before standing up and packing up my belonging and venture into the dark alone.
"But first... Let's go these Servants and bring them to this place..... Or should I say.... Them good'ol Guardians.
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Alrighty, here's the first chapter so far of this new book!
@Andy082pp3 tell me your thoughts about this here, I would really appreciate it.
Also, judging from the character that you describe is going to take some time putting some effort into, since I've never thought about this type of character style.
Plus, the way I think him is more like some mercenary and of course a rogue Guardian.
Hope that wouldn't affect him too much, and I hope you'll like it the way I made him in this story.
Anyway, to those who are going to be reading this, stay-tune for future chapters!
Also, tell me your thoughts about this!
Oh! And to those who're probably wondering about the information about the Oc, I'll publish it once they are first introduced in future chapters.
As of now, I hope you guys enjoyed this beginning here!
See you in the next one! :D
"I'm so proud... Of myself now that I've this wrapped it."
- Beloved Hunter Vanguard, Cayde-6
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