Nasuverse All Over Again
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Illyasviel walked down the flickering empty street, muttering darkly to herself.
The indignity of it all, having to put up with all of these idiots just to get at her father's adopted pet.
She was in the mood for blood.
All the years of training and discipline she'd undergone had been to prepare her for the Holy Grail War.
But for Illyasviel, there was a more personal stake in all of this. This was her chance to finally meet
the boy who had stolen her parent away from her. She had seen photos of Shirou Emiya, but had not yet
found the right moment to confront him. It was strange, she wanted to hurt him as his existance had
hurt her, but at the same time she wanted to see what it was that had drawn her father to nurture the boy
over his own flesh and blood.
"Frustrating."
With no witnesses around, her velvet clad back made a tempting target.
Two shadows detached themselves from the rest and made their move.
With a panther's beastial speed, the demonic spear and it's azure armored wielder sprang into action.
Behind him came his partner, a serious looking shorthaired redhead in a brown men's business suit with
a matching red necktie.
"Now, Lancer!"
Lancer's weapon dove unerringly towards its target.
The petite Einzbern grinned. This would do.
*Clang*
And bounced off of an enormous shape that had suddenly materialized between the Servant and his target.
Lancer sprang back like a cat and looked up. And then looked up even more.
The almost devilishly confident look on his face melted away as his jaw hung slightly agape
at the sight of the savage red eyed behemoth clad only in a solid plate metal skirt that stood before him.
In one hand was a sword so huge and heavy that it was little more then an edged stone pillar.
There was no mistaking this servant's class.
"Berserker, kill them."
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Illyasviel walked down the flickering empty street, muttering darkly to herself.
The indignity of it all, having to put up with all of these idiots just to get at her father's adopted pet.
She was in the mood for blood.
All the years of training and discipline she'd undergone had been to prepare her for the Holy Grail War.
But for Illyasviel, there was a more personal stake in all of this. This was her chance to finally meet
the boy who had stolen her parent away from her. She had seen photos of Shirou Emiya, but had not yet
found the right moment to confront him. It was strange, she wanted to hurt him as his existance had
hurt her, but at the same time she wanted to see what it was that had drawn her father to nurture the boy
over his own flesh and blood.
"Frustrating."
With no witnesses around, her velvet clad back made a tempting target.
Two shadows detached themselves from the rest and made their move.
With a panther's beastial speed, the demonic spear and it's azure armored wielder sprang into action.
Behind him came his partner, a serious looking shorthaired redhead in a brown men's business suit with
a matching red necktie.
"Now, Lancer!"
Lancer's weapon dove unerringly towards its target.
The petite Einzbern grinned. This would do.
*Clang*
And bounced off of an enormous shape that had suddenly materialized between the Servant and his target.
Lancer sprang back like a cat and looked up. And then looked up even more.
The almost devilishly confident look on his face melted away as his jaw hung slightly agape
at the sight of the savage red eyed behemoth clad only in a solid plate metal skirt that stood before him.
In one hand was a sword so huge and heavy that it was little more then an edged stone pillar.
There was no mistaking this servant's class.
"Berserker, kill them."
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The old man studied his shrivel claw like hand with an almost alien detachment.
How many decades had he waited for the Miracle to occur?
He didn't even remember why he'd wanted to in the first place.
All that was left inside of his festering blackened heart was the hunger for the Holy Grail.
The other Servants were already beginning to show. His heir was strong, but the mind lack discipline.
If they failed in their task he would have no choice but to intervene directly. Such was his right
as one of the Founders of the War.
He would watch and wait. For now.
-End Chapter One
The old man studied his shrivel claw like hand with an almost alien detachment.
How many decades had he waited for the Miracle to occur?
He didn't even remember why he'd wanted to in the first place.
All that was left inside of his festering blackened heart was the hunger for the Holy Grail.
The other Servants were already beginning to show. His heir was strong, but the mind lack discipline.
If they failed in their task he would have no choice but to intervene directly. Such was his right
as one of the Founders of the War.
He would watch and wait. For now.
-End Chapter One