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CHP 60: A Knight's Woe

Agravain knelt to the Lion King, his internal conflict over the undeniable fact that his 'king' was a woman hidden by his near perfect poker face, and continued his report, "The false Crusaders will be destroyed for their folly within the day, my King." Speaking reverently and plainly, Agravain went back to staring at the barren rock below him, not raising his gaze.

"I see."

The Iron Hand wanted to grit his teeth at that ever so distant and emotionless voice but stopped himself an...

CHP 59: Fairytale

(A/N: All demon gods look more or less the same, so just go with this.)

Andras was a Demon God considered parasitic by many of his peers but… that was alright, if a parasite could accomplish their goal, then he was fine with being one. His King had chosen him for this momentous task because his parasitism allowed him to function as a Holy Grail under specific circumstances, using the age itse...

CHP 58: Demon God

"I dedicate this to my fallen comrades. Few times have I felt sorrow so deep, few times have I seen bravery and sacrifice so admirable."

Richard raised his hands, guarding against burst after burst of sharp wind that would have reduced even servants to a gory mess as an ode to the dead rang throughout the increasingly desolate and despairing battlefield.

"Boohoohoo, woe is me. This is worse than that time we were discussing how you got drugged and ra-" Aston was forced to shut up ...

CHP 57: Coeur de Lion

Tristan played at Failnaught's numerous strings, producing a melancholic symphony that would have moved the hearts of many if not for the sheer destruction each single movement of his fingers wrought.

Instead of an entranced audience, the air itself twisted and danced at his command, forming a field of invisible distortions that surrounded him and his men.

"Am I correct to presume you servants of Richard the Lionheart, my countrymen?" It was sad that he would have to raise his bla...

CHP 56: Loyalties

"And here I thought you weren't too bright."

Surging flames spread across the desert, kicking up sand as they moved through the desolate tundra like ocean waves, all but scorching those unfortunate enough to be caught in their path, leaving them alive for a few seconds or minutes longer, to die in agony from burn wounds that would kill any ordinary man instantaneously.

They'd been journeying through the desert when they were set upon by unknown assailants, carrying the banners of ...

CHP 55: Uninvited Guests

"Err..." Gawain scratched the back of his head, sporting a confident smile that reassured the more hesitant bit of his forces, "I must say, it is a surprise for Sir Aston to request my assistance!"

As a fellow knight, as someone who didn't fail their King, and as someone whose loyalty was so resolute he chose to become an object of fear, Gareth believed that Aston was undoubtedly an admirable knight, deserving of the highest respect.

"But do not misunderstand, I look forward to wo...

CHP 54: Plan of Action

"Damn teach, it's creepy how ya do things sometimes."

Mordred grinned cheekily, glancing at the few survivo-no, spared men, being dragged away by the oddly dressed soldiers that seemed to follow her teacher around everywhere.

It was weird you see, they weren't vast in numbers, or from prominent backgrounds, or even knights like her Father's armies, or the men that answered to the other knights, nothing like even those that followed her in her rebellion.

She remembered Agrava...

CHP 53: Rebel

Under the scorching Sun, in a desolate land devoid of even the most basic of man's needs, forces the scope of which possibly undermined most in current times engaged in a bloody conflict all for the sanctified nature of what was seemingly, an expanse of nothing but sand and death.

The Holy City that the Crusaders sought to both conquer and defend from a people that might just have had the same right to it as them had been desecrated, burnt and all but razed to the ground.

Though, ...

CHP 52: Realisation

"Damn it, is he ignoring me on purpose?"

Mordred clenched her fists and grit her teeth, annoyed with a situation even she could read as she rode alone through the desert, after the man who had been her teacher in terms of both combat and strategy and the man who she'd stabbed in the back in declaring rebellion against Camelot.

She had no retainers, her Father hadn't deemed her worthy of any, which made sense, and she'd been left to do what she did best, wreak havoc on the enemy, b...

CHP 51: Those Few Fools

"It appears you were wrong in thinking numbers hadn't been considered."

Aston glanced at Agravain by his side, idly twirling his pale blade in his hand.

"Wh-... You said the same thing." Agravain deadpanned at his fellow knight's behaviour, "Though, it does not surprise me that you would avoid being held accountable."

Just when he thought he'd gotten one over Aston, the latter's reply poured cold water over his hope, "If being accountable is orchestrating the death of a woma...

CHP 07: The Nature Of Magi

Measured steps, a stoic countenance that betrayed his speech patterns and a hand constantly on the hilt of his dark blade was what made most homunculi as well as human servants steer clear of the summoned Rider of their faction as he walked through the hallways of the Fortress of Millennia.

Lucas put a hand on his chin, closing one eye in thought, "I wonder, does Lancer really trust the magi?"

If so, he was pretty fucking stupid.

The Dragon Rider had had his own run-ins with...

CHP 50: Jumbled Situation

Aston, did not feel guilt or much in the way of regret over his actions.

In the first place, he didn't even consider servants to be living and the fact that as a servant, he'd end up having to face his former comrades in battle was something he'd already made peace with.

If anything, he considered it to be a release from the torment of having to fight as a pawn even after death but if they hated him for it, well, Aston didn't have much to say regarding that.

Here however, wh...

CHP 49: Knights of the Round Table

Agravain of the Iron Hand, 'Secretary of the Round Table', son of Morgan le Fay and traitor-turned-loyalist, let out a sigh of relief when the Knight of Atrocity pointed his weapon at Sir Kay, and those who wished to rebel against their great king.

And he disliked his own actions.

He believed himself a man of cold logic and fact, a pragmatic individual that dared to tread on the same path their King did, and logic proclaimed that had Aston turned against them, the chances of their...

CHP 48: An Emotionless King

"You have until sunset to choose."

Those were the words the legendary King Arthur, incarnation of the Welsh Dragon and King of Knights left for the strongest under her, the glorious and respected Knights of the Round Table before turning to leave, walking away with a certain 'lack of life' yet inhuman grace in her steps.

She looked far older than what her knights were used to, donning fine, resplendent armour. Her golden hair fell down to her back and stoic golden eyes had curious...

CHP 47: Intermission 2

(Again, integral to the story, more so than the previous one so please read.)

-   Knight of Betrayal  -

The Round Table, usually bright and full of cheer from comrades who fought together, was unusually quiet and empty that day, with no knight to be spotted and the only light illuminating it being the dim rays of a setting Sun.

The chandeliers and torches did not burn, the seats around the table, each occupied by a figure of legend lay still, occupied only by ...

CHP 46: Epilogue

- Inevitability -

Bazett stood in the Shinto District of Fuyuki City with her hands behind her back, a defeated expression on her face as she took in the sight before her.

A week or two had passed and as an Enforcer of the Mage's Association, she'd been summoned by HQ to report on the copious amounts of destruction that this war had brought with it and while the general populace had already been convinced it had been a chain of unfortunate gas leaks that had caused it, she still h...

CHP 06: Dragon Rider? No

Staring at the Rider, no, Lucas pushing his Master's wheelchair as they both left the hall, Siegfried let out a small sigh, removing his hand from the hilt of his sword, Balmung, "Master, was that wise?" He couldn't help but ask.

His hair had stood on edge when the servant's gaze passed him and he was reminded of a presence he could never forget.

The presence of the Evil Dragon he was famous for slaying, the Dragon whose blood he'd bathed in to gain the nigh-invulnerability that h...

CHP 05: Chain Summoning - II

Fiore Forvedge Yggdmillennia looked down at her trembling fingers and then at her fellow Masters, finding herself to be alone in such a reaction to the servants' presence, "What is going on?" She whispered to herself, scrutinising the Rider specifically, getting a better look at his person now that the room was fully lit revealing the intricate golden designs on a radiant white marble.

He was staring defiantly at Vlad Tepes, his eyes masked by the shadow his small hat cast on them, with...

CHP 45: End of the Grail War?

"Now then." Aston cracked his neck and looked around with an unamused expression on his face.

The rain had disappeared, the dark clouds replaced by a starry night sky but the earth beneath them was still wet and muddy. Several mountains in the distance had been all but vapourised amidst a conflict and he could feel no servant other than himself and Saber.

Strangely enough though, Caster's body was lying near the temple, impaled through the back by a multitude of different weapons ...

CHP 04: Chain Summoning

Sitting on his obsidian throne, Vlad Tepes observed the individuals before him with a curious glint in his pale eyes, head resting in a hand while the other sat atop his throne's side, "Proceed with the summoning." He ordered solemnly, a faint smile crossing his lips that seemed to terrify the more weak-willed individuals in the room.

Darnic stood by his side, hands behind his back as his emotionless gaze scrutinised every detail in the hall-like room they were in.

His gaze moment...

CHP 44: What You've Made

Artoria's form shivered, her lips quivered and she reached out at her knight with trembling hands as he took a step back, "A..Aston?" She asked, her face paling as she spoke.

For perhaps the first time in her life, the noble King Arthur, liberator of the people and the King of Knights, found herself unable to process the blunt truth. Her own thoughts betrayed her, telling her it was alright to avert her gaze even when her heart refused to allow such a thing.

Lightning masked the K...

CHP 03: Clan Yggdmillennia

In a regally designed room, with red carpets covering the floors and old, expensive paintings hanging from the finely painted brick walls, Darnic Prestone Yggdmillennia parsed through the contents of a dark, furnished wooden shelf, looking through bottles upon bottles of fine wine for one that would suit his refined states.

Despite being over a century old, he looked no older than a man in his physical prime, with his figure tall and broad, his navyish hair tied together in a wavy ponyt...

CHP 43: Noble Phantasm

Aston threw aside the burnt 'corpse' of a servant he'd have called a friend with no disregard, the heavy rain already dulling the smell of burnt flesh as Sasaki started disappearing into wisps of light, "...." He did not mock his opponent, turning his mad gaze to the bound Heracles and his captive before grinning, blood dripping from his hands.

The Knight of Atrocity was a destroyer that made examples of King Arthur's enemies, striking fear into the depths of the hearts of those who sou...

CHP 02: Life Of No Regrets

Lucas had initially taken up a post near the borders, Jeanne knew that, and he'd only come here for her and in doing so, left himself vulnerable to attack but then, why did he have a smile on his face, even as his breathing slowed and slowed in her embrace?

Why wasn't there any complaining or snark like there usually was?

With tears dripping from eyes, the Saint of Orleans leaned down, resting her forehead against the man dying in her lap, "You didn't need to..." He didn't need to...

CHP 01: The Fall

At the Place du Vieux-Marche in Rouen, 30th of May, 1431, a woman revered as a Saint and liberator met her end at the hands of corruption and tyranny, yet her message would never be culled. The 'damage' as they claimed had long been done and the people had come to know of the tyranny of their incompetent rulers.

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Chained and hands bound in a wooden plank, a young girl no older than 20 was dragged through the streets by English soldiers. She wore a plain white tunic that covered h...

Fate/Absolution

Jeanne D'Arc, a figure of legend, a woman of God that fought for her people, kind and compassionate with a good heart and near unparalleled beauty.

Was it so wrong then that one would feel attracted to her?

Not that Lucas Blanc had truly known that, he'd just grown up alongside her as a childhood friend after losing his life prior in his early teens. He'd spent his days hoping that the name was but a coincidence, alas, it seemed fate had other plans in mind.

Despite apprehen...

CHP 42: Killing Spree

Like a pitbull seeing an unsupervised child, Aston charged Illyasviel with a hand raised, ready to rip her to shreds.

Under the effects of Oath to the King, all mental inhibitions and interferences were removed.

Under the effects of Madness Enhancement A/ Knight of Atrocity, he lost all his reason in exchange for massively boosted parameters becoming akin to a beast that moved on instinct to bring ruin to those designated as enemies.

So far as the Knight of Atrocity was conc...

CHP 41: Two Rabid Dogs

Illya coughed with a hand over her chest, struggling to breathe as she tried to think of why this was happening to her. As a homunculus, there was no chance of her catching some sort of sickness and even if the incompetent Tohsaka was learned in curses, she hadn't noticed any sort of magecraft.

She cast a glance at the newly arrived individual and used servant sight but it failed, making it clear that he wasn't a summoned servant. How was he doing all he was then? This was well beyond t...

CHP 40: Intermission 1

(A/N; Something for you to read while I go about writing up several chapters to release at once. Please do read this, it's important and I think it turned out pretty good.)

Title: A Flower For Atrocity

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Elise, was a young countryside girl, living with her mother and working day after day to make sure that there would be enough to eat and drink the next time she woke up. To be honest, there was nothing really exceptional about her, one could easily find many in a similar or ...

CHP 39: The Golden King

Rin's lips quivered, her dirty clothes no longer a matter of concern as her eyes parsed the sight before her and her mind worked to accept what had just occurred.

"Damn it..." Sharply contrasting with her usual over the top reactions, her words this time were barely a whisper. Rin clenched her fists and grit her teeth in frustration, her servant had been a complete asshole for most of their partnership but, he was dead now.

The lack of connection between them left no room for doub...