Densetsu no Yuusha no Densetsu (Legend of the Legendary Heroes) & Fate/Stay Night belong to Takaya Kagami and TYPE-MOON, respectively.
A demon doomed to help in the destruction of the world and who wished to escape the Wheel of Fate, enters in contract with a boy who desires to become a hero who can save everyone.
Will they be able to achieve their dreams?
The path of atonement is a difficult one and the path of the hero is not easier. But even so, the demon wished to help the boy follow his ideal.
The Demon who wished to become a Hero.
-Prologue: The Beginning of a New Tale-
A chance?
That was the first thought in his mind as he glanced at the breach in the boundaries of space and time. It was deep enough for him to pass through but time was limited and others could also take notice and forced its closing or follow with the same idea. But should he cross the gate? Did he have the right to?
He had taken part in the demise of the world many times, always helping Him to obtain the power to end everything. But in the end the cycle of the world was restarted and the story repeated over again: humans warring war against each other, countries rising and falling, heroes and monsters battling to the death for the sake of their ideals; only to arrive over and over again to the same ending. And every time he and Him were the key pieces involved.
The first time it happened he didnīt think about it that much. Being who he was, he lived far beyond anyone and experienced the struggle of mankind for finding a balance in power, with war and death as the final results of the incapacity to come to an agreement and to solve old grudges. He also watched as the corrosive power of Them threatened to destroy the world and summoned forth numerous armies of monsters that devoured humans without restraint; that is until humans with power raised to fight such monsters, the most powerful and famous being him. And he finally sacrificed himself in order to give him the power to defeat them and achieve his dream to bring the world to an end. He didnīt mind giving up his life for him, as he was the first and only friend he had in an eternity of solitude, of being isolated from everyone and being trapped in a war-torn land; if he wanted to destroy the world then he would happily help his friend, even though it would mean his doom.
But then he discovered two things. One, he did not fade away to nothingness once he died, but instead became trapped in some void space with no way of telling time, as if waiting for a signal. Second, the world would not simply be defeated. It could not be completely destroyed and the remains would become the ground base for the return of life, and of course mankind. As nobody was left to learn from the mistakes which lead to prejudice, war and hatred, the tale repeated and at some point he and him, and them appeared into this reborn world, until the era was ended the same way, no matter the wishes of anyone.
Normally, once he was dragged from the void, he could not interact with the world directly, as he was sealed inside the mind and soul of a human for whatever reasons or means. Such human grew in a world of war and at some point of his/her life he/she met another one who became him. The power of his host would grow but eventually they would be both devoured by him in order to achieve his dream once again. While the host soul disappeared into his, the memories remained. And so he started to develop a different opinion of the way things developed.
The world behaved as if it wanted to reset, each time destroying most of humanity and any chance to change the course history. And both him, and him, fulfilled their roles each time, like they were fated to become the doom of mankind. While his friend seemed to not mind as he devoured his host completely in his demise, forgetting everything but his goal, he always remembered. And the memories had finally drove him into despair.
He no longer wanted to repeat the cycle. He loved his friend, but he also learned to love the people he met while living within his hosts. He didn't want to destroy their chances to attain a better life because somehow he became part of some prophecy which ordered the world's demise. He would rather be forever trapped in the void, not harming anyone and not meeting anyone who would be harmed because of his existence and the cruelty of war.
But how to break free?
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Then it happened.
The darkness of the void shattered just a little, allowing him to see a crack filled with many colors, like a rainbow. When he curiously approached the crack he was shocked by the feeling it gave. There was something sinister, akin to a presence at the end of wherever it led; but the pull that came from the rift didnīt have the same feeling as the one which signaled his return to the world. Where did it lead then?
This was the first time something like this happened. Before, he was always brought to the world fated to repeat the tale, with seemingly no way to stop it in the very end. However, if this rift was calling to another place different from his world, then… perhaps this was finally his chance! He could save the people in his world from their fate and escape the thread of destiny which bounded him and him to destroy everything.
He knew he was responsible for many deaths and for denying humanity a chance to reach for something else aside from conflict and war. This might be running away, but it could give them a choice!
The final straw in his decision was the desire to believe in escaping fate and the capability of humans to learn from their mistakes. Even though the cycle had shown that they always found a reason wage war it also showed the will of many to struggle to survive, to protect their loved ones, and to live in a measure of harmony with others; such were some of his greatest friends, and some of the people he met in the eyes of his hosts. Even though there seemed to be some darkness at the end of the path, if this new world was not controlled by some will of destruction as in his, humanity could have learned or could still try to change. He really wanted to see that, to take part in that.
He did not waste more time. As the crack appeared to be closing to make way once more to the endless void, he pulled whatever strength he had in his being and passed through it.
Such was his haste and anxiety that he never noticed another presence crossing the gate just after him. One who derived from his power, and who followed the very purpose which gave him despair. Born from the needs of Him, of his friend desire to destroy the world and them, and his willingness to annihilate humanity to do so.
And so the being known as the Lonesome Demon and the curse known as Alpha Stigma left the world that at some point was called Menoris, to land into the unknown.
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"Why am I not surprised?" Thought the Lonesome Demon with a sad sigh as he watched the scene he had stumble upon. Many humans were already dead or close to, and whatever was responsible for it had left its mark on the land itself; it was same evil feeling that came from the crack in the void. Buildings laid in ruins and the hopelessness of the situation was almost breathable. It seemed that death was probably common in this place and the ones responsible were not reduced to humans.
His thoughts were confirmed when he felt as if the world was denying him. It seemed that his existence was not taken kindly by whatever authority controlled this world and he needed a way to block its influence before his magical reserves depleted completely and he was vanished back to the void to repeat the never-ending tale. But a host was not something easy to find: usually some human performed a ritual to bind him and there were none in this world who knew of him; worst, he could not communicate with anyone to instruct them in the ways to do so. Aside from the fact that his knowledge in that area of magic was limited (something surprising and somewhat amusing considering his true name), he was in an spiritual form, an ability usually used in life to travel in the astral plane from his world, and the only way to manifest in this new one; and time was running down.
Luck smiled to him once again, however.
In the midst of the disaster, walking between the ruins of the city and the dead, a lone boy kept going forward. He seemed more dead than alive but nonetheless he didn't stop, as if following some desperate hope, a dream of survival. But when he finally fell to the ground, the demon understood that the boy had given up. It would have not changed anything for the outlander, if not for the fact that a man had come to help the boy just as he was reaching for the sun.
The man then proceeded to pull something from his own body, an object which radiated a holy aura of magic and power that the demon could only compare to the Hero Relics in his world. And it was an aura of hope and safety which told him that the boy would be saved.
This was it! The only other way for him to enter into a contract with a host was if his/her mind and soul were in the closest possible state between the different aspects of the world: life/ death, consciousness/dream. At that point the natural resistance of the hosts to the transfer was almost nonexistent, though it didn't destroy them. It merely made them more capable of handling the strain of sharing their soul with more than one existence.
Once again, the Lonesome Demon took his chance and entered the body of the boy just as the mage was putting the relic inside him. And once again, while he was not paying attention, the curse named Alpha followed after him, the same idea in mind.
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Two people had found salvation that horrible night.
A man who desired to become a hero, but followed the path of the bloodshed, coming to the conclusion that one life saved meant another was lost and therefore the closest he could come to the dream was to sacrifice the least possible lives for the sake of many more. When he was already breaking under the weight of his choices, he found some people to cherish and to hold on to, as well as a promise to fulfill his dream without more sacrifices. Sadly, such promise was empty, a deceit which he paid with the lives of his loved ones, those of many innocents and in a near future, his own. But when he had finally broken and given up in finding survivors of the great fire, a lone boy who was barely alive came into his field of vision. By saving that boy he could for the first time achieve his dream without bloodshed, and he could somehow atone for the last of his great mistakes.
A red-headed boy, who had paid a heavy price in order to survive as long as he did. Memories lost to the hellish fire. Emotions lost slowly as they became obstacles in the pursuit of survival, both the good and the bad ones, the ones related to others and the ones related to oneself. Until finally hope found no ground to sustain itself and disappeared, making the boy finally fall. When he had given up, he reached one last time for the sun, but it was at that moment that he was held by a man who cried in happiness and thanked him for being alive. Such happiness became an anchor for the boy to remain alive, filling his empty being with the desire to achieve that state and coming to the conclusion that the way to do so was to save others. He gained a purpose to live.
They would meet once again days later, when the man would formally introduce himself to the boy and offer him to become his family. And the boy would become Emiya Shirou, one whose purpose was to follow after his father ideal in order to find happiness and to atone for his sin of surviving while others were denied that chance.
As the boy was being healed by the powerful relic from the Fae, the man known as Emiya Kiritsugu didn't noticed a change in his eyes. For a moment they showed the symbol of a pentagram: the mark of the bearer of the cursed eyes, the Alpha Stigma. This was the beginning of the change in the wheels of fate. Their presence and the presence of the new existences within him would forever alter the balance of that world and the life of many beginning with the boy himself.
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A/N: Finally, I decided that I really needed help in regards of this project.Those who have seen into fanfiction.net have my apologies for not updating for almost six months, if not more; in my defense, there were a lot of projects aside from this one that needed a chance of development , I was doing a trial on thesis, and the way it was being written did not satisfy me.
To everyone else, I am new to this forums as an official member. I am posting this fic in here in the hopes that you would not only enjoy it but also offer good advice in regards of how to proceed.
No Flames please, I am well aware of how the followers of the Nasuverse take their rules seriously.
The idea is simple. Emiya Shirou gets the Alpha Stigma and houses within him the Spirit of the Demon Lord All Formulas, one of the strongest beings in the light novels of Densetsu no Yuusha no Densetsu and its sequels. He is not going Tatsuya (Mahouka Kouko no Rettousei) anytime soon, however, because he will have to learn everything this new power has to offer.
Different Origin? Different Affinity? Different Fighting Style all together?
There will be also new characters added to the flow, Servants and magus.
I will be posting the following chapter in a little while, and hopefully it will be to your liking.
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