"Silver and iron to the origin. Gem and the archduke of contracts to the cornerstone. The ancestor is my great master Schweinorg.
The alighted wind becomes a wall. The gates in the four directions close, coming from the crown, the three-forked road that leads to the kingdom circulate.
Shut (fill). Shut (fill). Shut (fill). Shut (fill). Shut (fill).
Repeat every five times.
Simply, shatter once filled.
Berserker, I announce.
Your self is under me, my fate(doom) is in your sword.
In accordance with the resort of the Holy Grail, if you abide by this feeling, this reason, then answer.
Here is my oath. I am the one who becomes all the good of the world of the dead, I am the one who lays out all the evil of the world of the dead.
You, seven heavens clad in three words of power, arrive from the ring of deterrence, O keeper of the balance and trenched within madness!"
And the chant was set.
That day, inside of the Einzbern Mansion, the summoning was taking place.
The summoning of a Heroic Spirit.
The summoning of a Servant for the Holy Grail War.
The summoner being, Homunculus Illyasviel Von Einzbern.
With the Catalyst to summon the legendary hero of Greek legend, Heracles.
But, with forces unknown acting upon the Greater Grail, the summoning won't be going as planned.
Let's see where this madness takes us shall we?
“...Did I succeed?” Were the words Illya spoke. With the summoning done, dust filled the room and she could barely see anything in the center of circle. The Prana needed for such a summoning was costly. Indeed, she was currently on the floor gasping for breath. Exhaustion is taking place.
“Have you succeeded in summoning your servant, Granddaughter?” Jubstacheit Von Einzbern asked. Having been overseeing the 'Summoning Servant' ritual himself. "Leysritt. Sella."
"Yes, Master Einzbern." The two battle/maid homunculi responded.
"Put her in a chair for the time being, it seems she's suffering from Major Prana Depletion."
"Understood." With that order the maids picked her up from the stone floor and hurdled her to a nearby chair.
"Now then-"
BGM ON
“*coughcoughcough* What *cough* in name of Kagutsuchi *cough* just happened?!” He heard the voice yell out in question.
Indeed, with smoke having been cleared he could see someone in the middle of the circle coughing up a storm.
He seemed to be a man a tall stature, wearing a classy suit ensemble with fingerless gloves and steel-toed boots. To top it off, he wore black fedora over his lime-green hair.
What the hell?
“...Are you the servant summoned from this ritual?" Jubstacheit asked.
“Huh?” The man looked towards him with a questioning look.
“Oh! Yes. Whatever sent me here has gladly gave me the information on why the hell I'm here. You were summoning a hero named Heracles, correct? Well, it seems that this 'Grail' doesn't want to give a fuck about what you want to summon.” He said with sarcastic tone.
“What?! What is the meaning of this-?!”
“Uh. Uh. Uh. Don't Yell. I'll explain you old BAG of BONES WIZARD. It seems that this time around it wants to summon up a servant that will guarantee your win. Ha ha ha, so just suck it up like little BITCH you are Grandpa Wizzy. I assure you that I am 'Servant' of the highest caliber. I mean C'MON. You live for 200 YEARS and yet you haven't came even a TINY BIT close to ever reproducing the same results you had from your first little experiment? That's just either plain STUPIDITY or the world saying in it's special brand spanking way, HELL NO!” He responded to Jubstacheit, leaving him gaping like fish.
Success. The man felt the hate already garnering to his existence. 'Too easy. Now to find my so-called master-THERE SHE IS.' The man looked to the girl currently exhausted sitting nearby. He walked towards her.
“Allow to introduce myself, Miss...wait. Is it Miss?...Miss..ster?” He asked with a dis-comforting smile.
“...I am Illyasviel von Einzbern of the Einzbern Family. I am Homunculus used as the 'Vessel' for the Holy Grail War. I am a 'Miss' thank you very much... I am the one who has summoned you, Servant Berserker? You are a Berserker-Class Servant, right? You don't seem to be filled with insanity.” Illya responded. She was out of breath again. Lovely.
“That is true, Miss-ter. He he he. I am a Unique Case, but I am indeed Servant Berserker. At your wonderful service. You can call me, Hazama. But give me a second to process something. You said you were a 'Homunculus' right?” Hazama asked with a grin.
“...Yes. Why do you ask?” Illya asked him.
“Oh... The irony! Aha ha ha ha ha. The IRONY of being summoned by a 'PUPPET' of all things! Oh dear! My sides, ha ha ha ha. It's just too FUNNY!” Hazama said, laughing up a storm.
“Hmph. It seems we have summoned up a clown. And just what is so funny, Hazama-san” Jubstacheit asked after regaining is composure.
“Oh nothing.~ It's just that I used 'Puppets' to get closer to my 'goal' from where I'm from. Now, I'm summoned by one using me to get to their goal. Otherwise, nothing. Now let's get down to business, shall we little girl? You want this grail for this so called 'Third Magic'. Okay. I get that. Now, if remember correctly, I can get a wish from this thing. It can be anything, right?”
“...Yes, that is correct, Hazama-san.”
“Well then. I'll call this a Partnership. Just so you know, I'm really just using you. Okay? Thanks. Bye for now~!” And with his last words, Hazama concealed his presence.
“Just call me when ya need me~. I've got work to do in this BRAND NEW WORLD. See ya later Old Fart and Master Loli Puppet!”
He left the room leaving all speechless as to what exactly just transpired.
'Now then... Time to get to work. A new world filled with endless possibilities... Aha he he. Aha ha ha. AHA HA HA HA HA HA.' Hazama thought in wonderful glee.
'I think this world needs a little bit of the Ol' Hazzy Touch. A few pinches of DESPAIR and DEATH shall remedy all of that. Yes. This is gonna be just FUN! It'll be like just like the good ol' times!' Hazama continued with shit-eating grin forming on his face.
“I'll show this world and it's people THE TRUTH about everything! THE TRUTH called 'DESPAIR'! I'll show them to hate the monster known only as “HAZAMA”!”
And with those thoughts, a madman was unleashed upon the world.
Planning and Lurking about, to spread his personal brand of Chaos.
In his own words to the world,
“You Mad?”
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Yes.
YES.