An Unholy Experiment (Fate Apocrypha Multi X-over)

Jeanne had decided to take the longest route of her trip, departing from Paris towards Trifas in a bus.

She knew that the Great Holy Grail War had yet to start, so she decided to spend her time enjoying the food and culture of the modern world.

The trip would last an entire day without rest. Since she’s a spirit possessing a human, she had to satisfy the needs of Laeticia’s human body such as hunger, bladder, and sleep, so it will take a while before arriving at her destination.

So she embarked on the bus to Trifas and dozed off while thinking about possible outcomes of the upcoming war.

“Hello, is this thing on?”

Jeanne’s eyes shot open when she heard a rough, manly voice echoing around her. She found herself standing on an empty void, levitating aimlessly. She was dressed in the type of clothing she loathed wearing.

It was the gown she had worn on the day she died on the pyre.

While she didn’t have any regrets regarding her past life, remembering how she was burned alive still left a sour taste in her mouth.

“You don’t have to turn anything on… we’re using a mental link.” A gentler, womanly voice spoke. “Jeanne dearie, can you hear us?”

Two balls of light surrounded Jeanne, flickering fast. They seemed sentient as they moved at an unnatural pattern, pacing around uncontrollably. After a stunned silence, the blonde realized that the creatures asked her a question, and she was being rude by not answering.

“Uhm, yeah, I can hear you.”

“Oh, that’s great Jeanne! We called you because we have news to tell you, so please don’t ask unimportant questions and hear us out.”

Jeanne blinked, flabbergasted with the events that unfolded before her. It wasn’t a first for her, but it’s still a surprise to be part of these apparitions.

“Wait, are you-”

“My name's Uriel and the other, more vexatious fellow is Gabriel.”

Gabriel? Uriel? Jeanne’s eyes widened, not believing what was in front of her. These two balls of light were actually two of the Four Archangels of God

“You know, you can save me from a lot of headaches if you introduced me as your sister…” she heard Gabriel grumble, to which Uriel laughed. “Anyway, we both got into an argument, and since we don’t know how we can’t prove which side is better… we decided to use the Grail War as a test.” She explained in a more serious tone. “In short, we tampered a little with the Throne of Heroes and added new servants of our choosing.”

‘Is there a reason for them to do this?’ Jeanne thought as she cupped her chin. She shook her head. ‘There shouldn’t be a reason for them to interfere with human affairs… unless something happened between them that made them do this? But it all sounds… like a spat between them.’

She shook her head. It cannot be possible that beings of the highest authority of angels altered the war for petty reasons.

“These heroes will be summoned in this upcoming Great Holy Grail War, and they are unknown in this world’s history,” Uriel said as a matter of fact, to which Jeanne nodded. “So in case you can’t call them out with your skill, we’re here to tell you about them.”

“I see you don’t want to risk me going blind in case a battle ensues,” she smiled kindly. “I thank you for your kindness.”

She heard Gabriel snort.

“So, which one of us should start?”

“Start with the Black Team, I’m still writing down my list.”

‘Writing… down?’ Jeanne’s eyes narrowed. ‘What in the heavens is happening on their side?’

Uriel sighed. “Very well. Hear me carefully Jeanne, because I’m not going to repeat myself again. My choice of servants are as follows…”

(X)

Darnic bit his hand as he paced back and forth.

He felt deeply frustrated with himself after witnessing the huge miscalculations that went with the summoning. He had spent an entire lifetime finding the rarest treasures that are required to summon Vlad III and even settled in Romania because it was the perfect battleground in which The Count would be at his strongest.

Standing in front of the summoning circle – where Vlad was supposed to be – was a woman with long blue hair that reached down to her feet. She wore a strange military gear that didn’t belong to any country on Earth, which meant that the spirit in front of him belonged to an ancient country, or the outfit was a product of those egregious pop culture activities.

‘What was it called? Cosplay?’

He clenched his fist. What went wrong? Why is there a bluenette bimbo-playing soldier standing in front of him?

He took a deep breath. No good will come if he lost his cool for a small misstep on his plan. He wouldn’t have had a long life if he threw a fit every time his plans went wrong.

“Master, I have answered to your summons,” The blue-haired woman let out a sultry grin. “I’m a Servant of the Saber class. I’m ready to rush out to the battlefield whenever you see fit.”

“Where is Vlad?” Darnic demanded, glaring daggers at the unknown Servant. But his anger was quickly replaced with confusion as he realized another predicament. “Wait… Saber? I recited the chant that would specifically summon a Lancer-class servant.”

He frowned and thought about the possibilities which could have led to his failures, he found none.

The bluenette grinned, a gesture that Darnic didn’t appreciate. She had the audacity to make fun of his missteps!

“I’m afraid I don’t have the answer to your questions, Master. However, I would advise you to not underestimate my abilities. You might be surprised at how… fierce I can be.” Saber said calmly. However, the Lord of Yggdmillennia could sense another personality beneath her calm façade. His intuition proved right as Darnic felt a massive amount of bloodlust radiating from his servant, akin to that of a warmonger.

Saber stood up, walking towards the platforms in Darnic's studio, where his expensive relics were placed for all the world to see. She then took a look at a particular painting that hung on the wall, the picture of Vlad III the Impaler.

She snorted at the picture. Was that contempt?

Darnic shook his head. Now it wasn’t the time to reprimand her for her disrespectful behavior towards Romanian culture.

Instead, he was curious about Saber’s earlier statement.

He focused his gaze. If Saber’s claim was on point, then her parameters must be…

His eyes widened as he gazed at her stats, which were A rank across the board, with the exception of agility and luck, which are downgraded to the B rank.

Maybe this Saber wouldn’t be so useless after all… he would have to evaluate her abilities in battle.

Darnic grimaced as he felt a sudden disturbance in the Bounded Field that surrounded Yggdmillenia’s territory. It was a brief feeling, but a man with nearly 100 years of experience like him knew that it wasn’t a normal malfunction. Something, or rather, someone, was coming, and if Darnic’s intuition was correct, then it must be magi from the Association.

He knew from how they tried to hide their steps that it wasn't an amicable visit.

The clan head seceded Yggdmillennia from the Association as his plans to reach the Root proceeded smoothly. He even told them that he had the Greater Grail hidden in his castle in an attempt to declare war. He did so with the purpose of starting a war so the Grail could gain enough power for his wish. It wouldn’t surprise him that the Association knew about his plans and sent magi to exterminate him.

With the support of the homunculi guards and the castle’s defenses, the clan can win against the magi squad, but it would be a long and tiresome battle, which would exhaust Yggdmillenia’s resources. Resources that Darnic would rather preserve. The Lord knew that the Association would attempt this trifle, so he prepared beforehand and summoned a Servant to quickly deal with the threat.

He grinned, this should be the perfect opportunity to see if this Saber would be useful to him or just fodder to discard in battle.

“Saber.”

The bluenette looked up, eyes locked on him.

“I have an assignment for you,” Darnic said, walking towards the door. “Follow me.”

Saber let out a mad grin and followed suit. The Master couldn’t help but compare this woman to Celenike, and not on the positive side – god bless if she ever had one in the first place.

“Lead the way, Master.”

They exited the studio and walked across the hall for a good 10 minutes, eventually reaching towards an elevator door at the far end corridor. Darnic noticed that Saber looked carefully at the stationed homunculi that guarded the door.

He pressed the arrow down button and waited for the elevator to come.

“Where exactly are we going?” Saber asked as she glanced at the stationed guards. The homunculi remained unfazed by her presence, as proper dolls should be.

“The basement. You were not the only servant that was summoned today.” Darnic said as he pressed his cane on the floor.

If Roche did what he was told, then he should have summoned Avicebron. Having the European mage by their side would be beneficial as the quality of his golems is nothing to be scoffed at and would greatly benefit the forces of Yggdmillennia.

He heard a chime and the doors opened.

They made their way inside. Darnic pressed the button which had a letter S, the doors closed and the elevator started to descend.

“This is quite an intriguing machine…” Saber said as she caressed the metal walls and hummed to the catchy elevator music. “The Grail provided me with information about this era’s invention, but seeing it firsthand is still something.”

“You didn’t have elevators where you came from?” Darnic asked, genuinely curious about the era that his servant came from.

“We do, but they weren’t as advanced and conventional as this. They were used mostly for constructions.”

So they used ancient devices such as windlasses or hoists. Strange, Saber’s uniform seems to resemble that of the modern military from the 20^th century, and Elevators by that time were much more advanced. Either history is wrong or this servant is an anomaly from the grail.

Darnic snapped out of his thoughts as he felt the elevator stop. He heard the chime again.

The doors opened, and they both walked forward. They stood in a massive room that looked like a combination of a factory and a mine. The cave had various steel pillars that supported the ceiling and the walls were raw cobblestone, a product of the recent excavations that were made.

Various homunculi workers were on standby, waiting for Avicebron to be summoned to help him with the mana problems that his golems require. On the far end of the room, there was an engraving that represented a summoning circle, and beside it stood one of the youngest mages of his clan, Roche Frain Yggdmillennia. The boy looked panicked, shivering uncontrollably.

It was at this moment when Darnic’s mood plummeted. He clenched his cane to suppress his outburst that would otherwise go onto his grandson.

In the center of the summoning circle, was a tall young man that had long brown hair tied into a bun. He wore a white shirt underneath his black coat and wore a pair of black trousers. His dead emerald eyes stared intently at the agitated preteen.

“Hey, calm down. Losing your head right now won’t help you summon a different servant.” The servant said as he raised his hands, trying to placate the boy.

“No, Rider, you don’t understand. If my grandfather finds out that I summoned the wrong servant, he’s going to–”

“I’m going to do... what exactly?”

Darnic’s seething question made the young magus pale and made him jump back.

‘Good, he should know my anger. Failure is not an option. If you had failed any other time, you’d be dead to me.’ The mere sight of the wrong servant made his blood boil.

“Grandfather!” Roche trembled as he slowly turned around to face the clan leader. Darnic’s deep frown did not help him calm down. “I-I know you’re mad, b-but I can explain!”

He pinched the bridge of his nose and took a deep breath. “Please do.”

“Master, you speak to the child as if you didn’t make the same mistake,” Saber added as she made her way towards Rider. She cupped her chin, looking up and down at the servant.

Roche’s eyes widened. “Wait, grandfather, did you summon the wrong servant as well?”

Darnic sighed, having expected this question. “Yes, it appears that I wasn’t the only one to have… unfortunate miscalculations.” He said reluctantly. He shot a glare at his grandchild regardless. “That doesn’t mean that you should copy my mistakes.”

“I’m sorry, grandfather I—”

“Save it, Roche. What’s done is done, we have to make do with what we have.” Darnic rebuked as he rammed his cane to the ground, making the young magus whimper. He then shot a loathing look to Rider. “And what can you do? Because your parameters don’t seem to be all that impressive.”

Rider stats were E-rank… in nearly everything, with the exception being in agility and mana, which had a measly D-rank. Darnic would have killed the useless Servant on the spot if it wasn’t for a peculiar stat that caught his eye.

Now that is intriguing, an A++ rank Noble Phantasm could change the tide of the battle.

“Rider, show us your Noble Phantasm.” He ordered. The servant shook his head.

“You don’t want me to show you in here. Unless you want me to destroy everything around me.” Rider said as he placed his hands on his pockets.

‘Ah. It’s that powerful, isn’t it?’ He internally smiled, thinking of how unfortunate his enemies were to face him. ‘No matter. He will show me how powerful it is shortly.’

He raised his eyebrows as he noticed that Saber was getting closer to Rider, scanning him with an unreadable expression.

The man remained silent, gazing at the woman with his cold eyes. Saber then let out a satisfactory smile.

“You have the eyes of a killer.” Saber praised as she let out a kind smile.

“Can’t say I’m proud of it.” He didn’t so much as flinch with her scanning him.

“You should be.” Saber said, extending her hand towards Rider. “I’m servant Saber, I look forward to working with a promising young man such as yourself.”

Rider blinked. He then scratched the back of his head and shook Saber’s hand. “Oh, uh… likewise.”

“Well, now that introductions are in order, follow me. I have an urgent assignment that you two must take care of.” Darnic said as he walked turned back and made his way back to the top floor.

He stopped on his tracks. Roche stood in front of him with a resolute expression.

“Let me go with you. As his master, I must see what Rider is capable of on my own.”

“Oh, and why is that?” Darnic asked, intrigued by this development.

The young magus looked aside. “I have a wish of my own…”

The lord snorted. Who doesn’t have a wish? It’s just a matter of being diligent and patient enough to get it.

He didn’t elaborate, but Darnic already was deep in thought.

‘I could take him to see his servant in action, but that would mean that he will be in danger, and if he died, that means that Rider would as well, which would hinder my plans considerably. I can’t afford to sustain Rider until it’s absolutely necessary.’

He looked over at his grandson, looking irked with him.

“Sorry, grandfather! If you want me to stay-”

He heaved a sigh.

‘He will have to learn about what war looks like. I’ll teach him now.’

“I won’t babysit you, but I will come to your aid if you find yourself on death’s door. You’re not good to me if you get killed.”

Roche did his best to suppress his smile and nodded vigorously.

“Understood!”

(X)

‘Another battle. Another war. Which means that I’ll have to kill even more people. When will the murder end?’

Rider resisted the urge to sigh as those harrowing thoughts crossed his mind.

‘Why? Why do I have to do this every time? Am I… really a slave?’

He shook his head of his thoughts. Now wasn’t the time to be drowning in self-pity. He had a mission to complete.

Rider looked over at his summoner, who decided, on his own, to come with his servant.

‘He chose to watch me fight. He’s terrified, but he still brought himself up, and pushed forward, carrying the burden.’ A ghost of a smile appeared on Rider’s face.

‘I will win this fight and this war. No matter the cost.’

The forest of Trifas was a dense place. It had an uncountable amount of tall trees and dim lighting, which was a perfect place for organizing an ambush. Luckily, the Master’s provided Rider night vision to fix the problem. Saber on the other hand didn’t need to, since she claimed she was a natural when it came to hunting at nighttime.

Rider followed Darnic, Saber, and Roche. Their steps were silenced by their master’s magecraft, but they were still on edge. They scanned every single corner to be ready for a potential surprise, except for Saber, who seemed more eager than concerned to dive into battle.

'She's not even human, is she?' He looked at her with hidden disgust in his eyes. But he pushed that aside. 'Whatever. It's not my place to say how human she is.'

It’s not like her crazed nature would be a hindrance to their mission. Saber carried an aura of professionalism that kept her from being reckless, a trait she needed to have to earn her past status as a general.

“These magi must be enforcers of the Association. Do not let them chant any spell. Eliminate them on sight.”

Rider nodded at Darnic’s orders.

“I’m moving first. I can’t fight without my Noble Phantasm, and it’s rather destructive when I activate it. Don’t get caught in it.” Rider said as he stepped forward.

He stopped, for a single second, overlooking the forest.

“Get as far as you can from me if you want to stay alive, old man.”

Darnic narrowed his eyes and clenched his cane, but he understood.

“They’re coming. Move. NOW.” Darnic spoke, before running forward, leading the two soldiers to serve him.

Roche and Saber followed Darnic, while Rider stayed behind. They'd have to end the battle quickly.

'I'll see how effective you are as a weapon, Rider.'

Darnic didn't lose eye contact with the servant, eyeing him like an indispensable weapon.

'He's not like my grandchildren. He's a special person. I can tell.'

Rider quickly moved his head to the side as a dagger flew beside him. Rider grimaced as he heard rustling coming from the bushes beside him. More strange projectiles started to come out from the shadows, everything from daggers and arrows to light balls and acid needles.

'So that's magecraft.' Rider mused.

Rider dodged the incoming projectiles by running towards the trees, using the trunks as cover. He followed the path that had the most lighting.

'The path with the most light in a dark forest can lead into a clearing. I remember that from training in the corps…'

He ran, still dodging the projectiles with ease, no matter how many were sent.

'I have to get some light. If I go into an open area, they'll take their chance to reveal themselves, and try to kill me. They have too much pride to do anything else.'

He knew that people who hid behind blades and weapons were too prideful or too weak to use anything else.

He used to be that, after all.

Rider couldn’t help but be amused at the strange magic of this world. The grail provided him information about the basics of magecraft but seeing firsthand was still ridiculous.

Ten shadows jumped from the bushes and surrounded him, each one of them equipped with different weapons.

Nine men and one woman. Two men had a bow and arrow, three of them carried daggers, one carried a mace, the last three carried swords. And the woman carried a staff.

“Are you really a servant? You’re far too weak…” The man with the mace said mockingly. He twirled his mace with a confident grin, thinking of all the torture he could inflict on this man.

‘Very poor choice of last words.’ Rider thought.

They would find that out in hell.

Half of the magi sensed a disturbance and jumped back just before the servant was enshrouded in light, blinding everyone to what he had turned into. The lucky ones were caught in the blast and disintegrated into nothingness.

The man with the mace included

As the smoke dissipated, and the light dimmed, the magi slowly uncovered their eyes. As soon as they laid their eyes on the menace that stood in front of them, they dropped their weapon. A massive humanoid monster of 15 meters stood firm, glaring down at the terrified magi.

This was part of Rider’s Noble Phantasm.

The Attack Titan.

“S-Shit, run!”

His enemies scattered, trying to lose sight of him by splitting up, running the hell away from him.

Rider howled and hardened his right hand. He punched the ground, creating a shockwave that made the entire forest shake. But no one came out.

‘They didn’t even flinch to this. Their eardrums would have bursted with that blast…’

He saw that they all had protection around their ears, made of magic. He looked with wide eyes as he realized something: he made an impulsive mistake.

‘Damn it. I didn’t account for that. I can’t use my full power to kill them all, or I’d kill my master.’

He looked around, seeing the people running away in fear.

‘Let me relocate with Saber and my master. I’ll make a plan with them.’

He ran towards the forest, creating shockwaves as he started ramming through every tree that blocked his way.

‘Come on. I can’t make mistakes like that.’ He thought as he rammed through trees with ease, reducing the massive trees to pulp as he created shockwaves to stir confusion into the enemy magis.

Eventually, after running around the forest, and crushing a few magi beneath his feet, he came across a bald mage, impaled with, presumably, Saber’s power, icicles

Around her were corpses, with their arms and legs taken, leaving them only a husk of their original selves.

The once cocky prideful bald mage, in front of Saber, was reduced to a shriveling mess, crying.

‘He’s been stripped of everything. His power, his body, and now... his spirit.’

Rider grimmanced, remembering that look all too well.

The titan stopped to look at a bald mage. He had tears in his eyes, probably the product of the everlasting pain Saber inflicted on him.

“Help… me...” the mage wheezed towards Rider, with his last few breaths.

Rider understood, as he squashed the wounded mage into paste without hesitation. The best he could do was ending that man’s misery since he already fought hard enough.

The titan went back to chase his enemies. With his towering size, he flattened any trees that were on his path and quickly closed the distance with his enemies. He managed to find a fleeing mage that jumped from branch to branch on the tall trees. The man turned around in a panic and stopped to raise his hands up.

That was his last mistake.

“N-No please, I don’t want to-”

No words managed to come out of the mage as he was mercilessly swatted by the titan. He got hit by a tree trunk, breaking his spine, and fell limp to the ground, dead.

‘Is that what you felt, Annie?’ Rider thought as he continued to find the many mages that came here.

Beyond that, he was thinking about the magis that were sent to him.

‘I only counted ten. I killed 6 of them in the initial transformation, and another later. But that doesn’t make sense, to have all your soldiers gang up against a weak servant. So that means… they probably sent maybe three to four times more against the people they perceived as a threat.'

He came across two fleeing magis. When they laid eyes on him, they started to throw fireballs at him, completely disregarding that a dry dense forest like this is easily flammable. Rider needed to take them down fast before they started a forest fire.

A ball of light appeared on the titan’s hand, molding into a small but sharp ornamented throwing knife. This is another part of Rider’s Noble Phantasm, the Warhammer Titan.

He threw the knife at one of the fleeing magi. The magi’s eyes widened and reinforced his entire body for the incoming blow, but to no avail. Half of his body blew up into pieces before he could do anything and the rest of his pieces fell into the ground.

The other magi wailed as he saw his partner's dead body but kept running away, trying to live just a little bit longer. The magi’s steps turned sloppy as he let himself consume with panic, and that was all that Rider needed to close the distance.

The titan charged forward and ran over the mage, he heard his spine break from the impact, so he probably died instantly, painlessly. It was a better fate than many of those magi had gone through.

Only the woman remained. The titan scanned the signs of the carnage for the final magi, but he found no one. It wouldn’t surprise him if the woman managed to flee from the battlefield.

"AAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!!"

That blood curdling scream reached him, and he followed the source of the sound. He saw a trail of blood combined with brain matter scattered on the ground, until he finally came across a harrowing… but familiar sight.

Corpses of uncountable numbers scattered everywhere. Each one of them had punctures on different parts of their bodies, either caused by Saber’s rapier or the strange ice magic Rider noticed on the victims he found earlier. The people who were previously smirking and cocky now either broke down in despair in front of their dead comrades, or were dead themselves.

“Please, please forgive me!”

Rider turned to see a man on his knees, dragging himself backward. His sword broke, along with his spirit. He dragged his back indefinitely until he finally hit a trunk. He whimpered as he saw Saber walking towards him, with her rapier in hand. He turned his bloodshot eyes towards his frightened comrades.

“Help me you useless cunts!” he yelled desperately. No one moved, they just stood there, frozen in fear and ready to abandon their supposed friend. Saber giggled and kneeled at the man’s eye level.

“I’m sorry honey~,” she said as she feigned sentiment. She then pressed her free hand into the man’s gut. “I think they know better than to help a weak coward like you.”

She drove her left hand into the man’s gut, easily piercing his insides. The man tried to cough blood but all he managed to throw out were red icicles. His body started to convulse, and the man screamed in agony. Red icicles started to emerge from his torso all the way to his legs, all while Saber laughed hysterically.

She threw the twitching man’s body to the ground, paralyzing him, letting him die, with no ability to rebel.

He could see that Darnic looked satisfied at the results as he let out a pleasant grin, while Roche looked on the verge of puking.

'Sorry, kid. You didn't deserve that.' Rider swallowed his anger, as he realized the truth of every world.

Life was cruel. But humanity… they were crueler. He grit his teeth, just thinking how it could have been different.

Darnic’s eyes widened as he laid his eyes on Rider’s titan form. He briefly frowned but it was quickly replaced with a proud smile.

“Well, well, it looks like you weren’t joking when you spoke about your Noble Phantasm, Rider.” Darnic praised as he inspected his titan form. “It looks like Roche will be in good hands.”

Rider looked at the kid in question, who was looking at the floor, trying to remove the sight of the disfigured corpses that Saber crushed without remorse. He clenched his hands and gulped, as he looked once again. He forced his shaky legs to stand and took a deep breath, swallowing his guilt.

From his titan form, Rider could see the utter fear that was carved into his face, which forced him to stand.

He was that person, being pushed into hell. Rider could see that clearly.

Slowly, but surely, he stood once again, no longer shaking.

“I’m okay… I’m okay…” Roche said as he wiped the sweat off his forehead.

“You defended yourself admirably and displayed optimal use of your abilities,” Darnic remarked. He shot a glare towards the young magus, which made him whimper. “But you hesitated when you had to go for the kill. Do that on the battlefield and you will die.”

The clan’s headwords weren’t condescending or patronizing, they were facts, facts which Rider couldn’t help but agree with. Roche nodded.

“Yes… grandfather.”

He saw him visibly swallow his words.

Roche then turned to see the towering titan form of Rider, who eyed him carefully. The young magus was startled by the gaze of the titan but his fear was quickly replaced with amazement, and curiosity.

“R-Rider, are you a golem?” the kid asked, “Wow, I can’t believe you would be so tall…”

Golem? Does it mean those types of mindless elemental creatures that the grail told him?

The way his summoner was eyeing him was… intriguing. Those weren’t the eyes of fear that he was tired of seeing, but the eyes of a person who sought knowledge, no matter the cost. It made him remember a blonde person he used to hang out with, ever curious to learn of the world they lived in.

“Certainly doesn’t seem like a golem since he lacks natural elements from the earth, but you can’t deny his power,” Darnic said as he briefly eyed the titan. The clan head glanced towards his other servant.

Saber had been slaughtering the magi mercilessly. Five mages remained out of the entire squad that came. And the servant herself was untouched, her clothes covered in blood and her mad grin plastered on her face.

Darnic clapped his hands.

“That’s enough Saber. You already showed me what you’re capable of. Capture one of them please.”

“Very well, Master. These weaklings were starting to bore me anyway.” Saber said as she dashed towards the woman that escaped from Rider, and grabbed her the neck. The mage dropped her staff and rattled frantically, trying to free herself from the servant’s grasp, but her efforts were futile. The other mages froze in fear and looked helplessly as their partner was getting captured.

“Let me go you bitch!” the woman cried, repeatedly shaking as Saber shamelessly lifted her up like nothing.

She stopped to look in awe when she saw the huge titan standing behind the summoners. She let out a satisfied smile. “I knew there was more than meets the eye when I saw you.”

Rider grimaced inside of his titan. The same could be said about Saber, a woman that should not be trifled with.

The rest of the mages looked terrified as they dared not to say a word. Only one of them dared to break the silence.

“So… can we go?”

Darnic looked at them with a stone-cold expression, which seemed to scare the magi further. After a minute of silence, he let out a fake smile.

“Of course you can leave, I’ll give you three seconds to escape.”

The remaining magi started to stand up. Their shaky legs could barely hold the weight of their fear, as they looked at the man with false hope. “R-Really…?”

Darnic’s smile faltered. He then raised his cane and pointed at them, with one command.

“Time’s up,” he said, “Rider. Kill them.”

The Attack Titan compiled, letting loose an ear-shattering roar. The magi tried to run, with what little time they were given, but it was too late. Rider had already smacked them with his palm, like he was swatting flies, and kicked them around like soccer balls. The mages crashed onto the trees, shattering their spines with such a strong force that it ended their lives instantly.

“Noooo~!” the girl cried, her tears wetting the ground her face was on.

When the coast was clear, Rider emerged from the nape of his titan. There were noticeable lines under his eyes that marked the use of his power.

“Rather morbid of you, master. Not that I dislike it though.” Saber said as she looked at the crying mage that she pinned to the ground.

“I lived for a century. I need a way to have some fun.” Darnic grinned. He shot a brief look towards the servants and chucked.

“Excellent work. Both of you exceeded my expectations. I may not have Vlad by my side, but I can certainly make great use of all of you.”

Rider nodded, not trusting himself to make a good response.

Saber then pulled the mage from the hair, forcing her to stand up on the eye level of Darnic. She grunted in pain, but the fear kept her from rebelling.

“As for you… I need you to deliver a message to the Association.”

(X)

She placed the teacup down on the Victorian-styled table and let the contents of the herbal tea flow down her throat.

She closed her eyes and started to ponder about the current situation, especially on today’s big event. All the homunculi were busy with the preparations, leaving Saber the only one in the room.

Two months had passed since Yggdmillenia delivered the message to the Mage Association, and thanks to Darnic’s spies on Clock Tower, he managed to get intel of the date they were going to strike. They are sending mages to participate in a Great Holy Grail War.

The reason for this predicament was because of the emergency system of the Greater Grail, which recognized that Yggdmillenia was trying to summon seven servants and assemble them in one single power. As such, the artifact took appropriate measures to deal with them by assigning seven extra masters.

Saber had asked his Master as to why form a team in the first place, and he said that he needed as much power as possible so the Grail can grant his wish. A Grail that holds the power of seven servants paled in comparison to one that was powered by fourteen servants.

‘The laws of this world… they are pretty morbid aren’t they?’ She chuckled. ‘You can’t have victory without a battle, and the Grail created this system knowing this...’

This so-called God liked to play pranks upon its subjects, and Saber loved it.

Darnic and Saber didn’t waste the last two months. The woman told the lord that she can strengthen the forces of Yggdmillennia with her Noble Phantasm, Ice Cavalry, which allows her to make soldiers as powerful as D-rank servants, so she has been making soldiers since then, making a total of 60 Ice Cavalry soldiers at the disposal of the Black Faction. The Grail limited the use of her Noble Phantasm to once per day, so she couldn’t make more soldiers even if she wanted to.

“Is the tea good?”

The general’s eyes snapped open and turned to see Rider approaching, hands-on his pockets.

“Ah Rider, good to see you. I assume that you are here to meet our new comrades?”

“Yeah,” he said, taking a seat beside her. He folded his hands on the table. “I have to see who we’re working with.”

“I agree, I’m also curious about our future comrades.” Saber said as she took another sip of her tea. “Is your Master going to attend the summoning ceremony?”

Rider frowned. “I don’t know… Roche is in the basement. He’s still trying to build golems from scratch without Avicebron’s help, and he’s not having the best of luck.”

Saber sighed and chugged the remaining tea on her cup.

“A futile effort on his part. I guess this is what happens when you give a kid an adult’s ambitions,” she said, carefully eyeing at Rider. “If only we could create an even… better type of monster.”

Rider’s eyes flashed slightly before he shook his head. “I can’t create titans if that’s what you’re asking.”

Saber smiled and nodded. Darnic had tried to ask Rider to create monsters like him, but the latter said it’s impossible to do so. A shame really, those creatures looked quite intriguing, and would have been interesting to see them in battle.

“That’s a shame, I was hoping to have those creatures at our side... with them and my Ice Cavalry, the forces of Yggdmillennia would be at their peak.”

Rider glared at her. “Titans are no joke. They can easily get out of control and cause a catastrophe. They can flatten the whole world if given to the wrong hands. So even if I could create Titans, I wouldn't do it for such a shitty reason.”

She blinked a couple of times. That was… not the response she expected. It was brief, but Saber swore she heard the slight seething anger from his voice. She shouldn’t have elicited that reaction from him. Was it a touchy subject?

‘What are you hiding, Rider…’ She let out a toothy grin. ‘Now this is interesting, let’s see what happens if I try poking the lion with a stick.’

“And that’s a problem? I think a low-class magus from this world could easily control an oversized human.” Saber said as she crossed her arms. She then let out a soft giggle. “Unless you’re against the idea of using the homunculi as a procedure?”

“Artificial or not. They are people-”

“You should know that the homunculi by themselves are no better than cannon fodder. They are weaklings, turning them into titans will let them have a better chance of survival.” Saber cut in, glaring at Rider dead in the eye. However, the man remained stoic.

“I still can't turn those homunculi into titans. Even if I could, I wouldn't. I wouldn't enslave even my worst enemy to that fate."

Saber grunted at his response. These morally self-righteous people are so hard to argue with.

What intrigued Saber the most was Rider’s reaction to the overall subject. The way he denied his ability to make titans… seemed like he was a little too on the defensive. It was very suspicious, so much that it raised her curiosity and she intended to get to the bottom of it.

“Darnic is not as tolerant as I am, and he would be quite displeased if you hid an incredibly powerful tool from him. After all, he doesn’t seem to be the type to tolerate deceivers...”

Rider didn’t even dare to glance at her.

“I won't discuss this any further.” He muttered as he walked away. Saber trailed behind him and reached by his side.

“I was just stating facts Rider, there’s no way you would hide important information to us!” Saber said as she shifted into a friendlier tone. “Let us go to the ceremony. Care to accompany me?”

Rider just went along with it. “Fine, let’s go.”

They exited the dining room and made their way towards the throne room. They walked in silence, but it was blissful, pleasant silence, at least for the bluenette. Rider didn’t seem to share the same sentiment.

Saber opened the door of the throne room to see a wide white room without any noticeable furniture. It made sense to find an empty room for the summoning of four servants.

Standing on the upper corner of the room, there was an obese-looking man, Gordes Musik Yggdmillenia. The man seemed pretty confident in his high horse, but Saber couldn’t deny that he was competent in his craft. To find a way for the servants to use the homunculi as mana batteries is a feat that deserves praise. They can unleash their Noble Phantasms freely without having to worry about their master’s safety.

Darnic gave Gordes the catalyst to summon Vlad III under the hope of having the Count on their side, even if Saber considered it a useless endeavor. With how volatile the Grail is acting, it wouldn’t be surprising that each member of Yggdmillenia summoned a different servant.

On the right side, stood a teenager with brown hair and glasses, Caules Forvedge Yggdmillennia. Saber didn’t bother about finding a notable quality for the young man. He was weak, pathetic, and had no talent whatsoever.

The same could be said for the woman that stood near Gordes, Celenike Icecolle Yggdmillennia. A woman who likes to see the suffering of others, but that’s about it. She lacked the drive to dive into battle and push herself to the limits because she was too weak to do so.

‘What a pathetic sight,’ Saber thought as she suppressed the urge to kill her. ‘It makes me sick…’

The bluenette noticed a young, crippled woman standing in the far left corner. She was holding an old, worn-out arrow in her hands, a catalyst for the Greek hero’s master, Chiron. This was the woman that caught Saber’s interest the most, Fiore Forvedge Yggdmillennia. A talented young lady that had an understandable desire for the Grail, she was strong, albeit a little naïve. Though if push comes to shove, Saber had the feeling that this woman would continue to the end.

Saber walked towards her. The crippled woman noticed the approaching servants and waved her hand excitedly.

The bluenette waved her back.

“Greetings Fiore. You look more determined than ever.” Saber said. Fiore to let out a nervous chuckle.

“I don't know about this though. This is the first Servant I’m going to summon, so you can guess why I’m a little bit over the edge today.” The young girl said as she twiddled her thumbs. She then showed both servants the arrow. “Luckily, I brought the right catalyst to use.”

“I don’t recommend you to use one it though.” Rider quickly intervened. Fiore’s mood soured after hearing his words as she blinked fast.

“W-Why not?” Fiore stammered, trying to keep up a smile.

“Do you see Vlad III somewhere?” He asked rhetorically.

That made the girl pale.

Rider brought up a good point. What’s the point of using the catalyst when the Grail is acting unstable? Darnic and Roche tried to summon their respective servants using catalysts, but fate had other plans for them.

Fiore quickly composed herself.

“I understand that my grandfather made a mistake, but don’t worry. I will recite the chant to the letter to avoid his mistake.”

Saber snorted. ‘What a stubborn girl… It reminds me of a peculiar little assassin that sought to bring me down no matter the cost, and succeeded against all odds. Maybe Fiore will have that same cursed luck as her?’

Rider sighed and rubbed the back of his head.

“Well, I can see that it took a long time to get that catalyst. Might be worth a try.” He said as Fiore tensed up.

Rider shook his head in disappointment and went to sit on the dais, leaving the two girls alone. Saber was quick to ease the girl’s tension.

“It doesn’t matter if you summon another servant Fiore, as long as he’s a strong one.” Saber said with a smile that could melt anybody. She patted her shoulder. “Well don’t let us keep you. Good luck.”

Fiore smiled back at her.

“Yeah, you’re right. Thank you, Saber!”

The bluenette then made her way towards Darnic, who was scanning the room with a thoughtful expression, making sure that the preparations went smoothly.

“Well Master, what are the odds of them summoning their desired servants?”

Darnic closed his eyes and hummed. He rubbed his temples, thinking aloud.

“If the Grail is as volatile as it was two months ago, then I’d say next to nothing. We still can summon Vlad III, so I gave my catalyst to Gordes for good measure, but I doubt he will be able to summon him if even I was incapable of doing so.”

“Will you feign displeasure to scare them?” Saber said amused as she anticipated what was coming next.

“I will feign nothing, Saber. I will be displeased with the outcome of this summoning… but I won’t be shocked by it.” Darnic said as he had a deep frown on his face. He then coughed loud enough that he got the attention of all the present Masters.

“Now then, let us begin the summoning!” he shouted, causing all the present masters to nod. They started to chant, causing the circle to glow in purple light. The words that came out of their mouths made no sense to Saber, but she knew it was a necessary part of the ritual so it didn’t bother her.

When the purple light faded from the circle, four lone figures stood by the center.

‘Wow, who would have seen that coming…’ Saber thought as she tried her best to hide her amusement.

“You have to be kidding me…” Darnic spoke with a low growl.

No one dared to speak a word, as they were stunned by this turn of events and they were careful to not trigger an outburst from Darnic.

It was Caules who decided to be the first to break the awkward silence.

“What is this...”

Standing in front of Caules’s circle was a young girl with spiky black hair with red strands. She had silver eyes, which overshadowed her childish face. She wore a black vest with a grey shirt underneath and a red skirt. She wore a long red cape on her back. She wore a peculiar red case with black lines, which radiated dimly with magical power.

The servant dashed towards Caules and eagerly shook his hand.

“Hello, I’m servant Lancer, ready to use my awesome weapon and kick some servant butt. Let’s get along, Master!”

Caules blinked a couple of times, shocked by his servant’s energetic attitude. He nevertheless returned the smile.

“Sure thing.”

Standing in front of Fiore’s circle stood a very tall man with spiked white hair. He wore a standard black jacket and black pants. His most noticeable feature was his blindfolded eyes which would make anyone think he was blind.

“I’ll be damned; this really is 2004. The era of flip phones and MySpace! It would be fun to tease my students as kids, but looks like I’m doing this.” the white-haired man said playfully. He walked towards Fiore who looked at him with confusion. She had no idea what the man before her was saying. He extended his right arm. “Hello there missy, I’m Servant Caster, the strongest sorcerer known to mankind is pleased to meet you!”

‘Strongest sorcerer? Is it a self-proclaimed title proclaimed by a charlatan or did he have enough power to back it up?’ Saber thought as she narrowed her eyes. ‘No, the amount of confidence he radiates… it can only be found in people who absolutely know how much power they have. I better keep an eye on him.’

Fiore’s eyes widened and almost fell off her chair at the man’s carefree nature, but quickly composed herself. “O-Oh um, likewise…”

On Celenike’s circle stood a scrawny teenager who looked no older than sixteen. He had a plain face and scruffy blond hair. He wore a white shirt with a black tie and had black pants. A very simple and odd choice of clothing for a spirit to have, but she didn’t question why. After all, Rider was dressed in the same way.

“This really is 2004? Damn, took me a long time to adapt to the friggin’ tech of my world, and now I went back in time? This sucks.” He said with a sigh. He noticed Celenike’s was giving a death glare. “Oh right, introductions... Ahem, I’m servant Berserker. Nice to meet you… lady with glasses?”

Celenike’s eyes narrowed as she scanned him on all fronts.

“You’re… pathetically weak.”

Berserker looked at her, appalled. He let out an annoyed sigh.

“Off to an amazin’ start, I guess…”

Gordes seemed to be the one that was annoyed the most. On his circle stood a very short kid, who looked no more than twelve. He had green eyes and his hair was messy blond with one strand standing out. He wore an unbuttoned white shirt underneath his black vest and unloose red tie.

“Well, well, well… this era looks way more advanced than the one I was, but I think I can adapt thanks to the grail.” The kid beamed, waving his hand at the annoyed obese man. “Servant Assassin ready to fight. Let’s all get along everyone!”

Saber blinked. ‘What an odd little Assassin... a little bit too cheerful to belong in a class that makes you a killer. He is nothing compared to that pesky little group of Assassins that she loved to hunt down in her lifetime.’

“What’s the meaning of this?!” Gordes shouted. His face was beet red. “I swear I used the right catalyst for Vlad III! I even used the ax they used on his execution!”

“That’s very morbid don’t you think?” Lancer whispered to Caster’s ear loud enough that everyone could hear it. Caster nodded.

“Yeah, respect the dead Gloop…”

Gordes ticked a nerve. “I can hear, you insolent brats!”

Saber noticed that Berserker approached the Assassin, the latter looking crestfallen.

“Help me Assassin…” he groaned. The small servant saluted him with a grin.

“Oh hey, what’s up!”

He leaned towards Assassin’s ear. “That woman is givin’ me a glare that shouts trouble… what should I do?!”

Truth to be told, Celenike was giving Berserker a glare that would make the bravest men cower in fear. Assassin, however, let out a mischievous grin.

“Oh, I know that look. She’s probably the highest class of dominatrix or a cougar for short.” He said, patting Berserker on the back. “Good luck!”

That didn’t help to ease his worries.

“No way man, I’m screwed, I don’t wanna get puked in the mouth again!”

Saber let out an amused giggle and looked at Rider, who was giving a ghost of a smile. Darnic on the other hand was gritting his teeth, no doubt trying to ease his headache.

“So… did you expect this?” Saber asked with a smug look. Darnic eased his posture and sighed.

“We’re all going to die.”

(X)

Jeanne’s face blanched at the mention of the Black Servants. It was nothing she couldn’t handle, but it was still an absurd situation.

She gulped and tried to compose herself.

“A-Are you sure that this is the right choice of servants for Yggdmillennia?”

“One hundred percent,” Uriel said through the mental link. “But don’t worry Jeanne, if push comes to shove, you can control all of them with your command spells!”

She heard a bunch of papers being tossed around. Uriel gasped.

“Oh, dear…”

Jeanne blinked once. Then twice.

“What’s happening over there?”

“Nothing, I’m just… overwhelmed by Gabriel’s choice of servants,” Uriel said after a brief, uncomfortable silence.

Jeanne felt a lump on her throat as she ingested the news.

“Are they strong…?”

She heard Gabriel snort at her ignorance.

“Incredibly so… but I think they would be great contenders for the Black Servants. Especially since Yggdmillenia has incredibly large mana resources” She said with a confident tone. Uriel let out an annoyed grunt.

“You know what? Fine, I can allow most of these servants to be summoned to the Red team.”

“Most?” Gabriel asked, intrigued. Jeanne leaned forward, intrigued by this development.

“Yeah, I do have one question for one peculiar servant,” Uriel said, coughing awkwardly. “Who’s The Crimson Fucker?”

Jeanne heard Gabriel laugh hysterically, and she couldn’t help but be unsettled by her reaction. It really was going to be a wild war.

 

Rider of Black

True Name: Eren Yeager

Franchise: Attack on Titan


Master: Roche Frain Yggdmillennia

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

STR: E (C+)

END: E (B)

AGI: D (C)

MN: D

LCK: E

NP: A++

Class Skills:

Riding: C+

Rider can drive any type of modern vehicle due to the knowledge he gained during his time spent on his enemy’s country. His Riding skill is very low for the class he belongs to, but that doesn’t apply when Rider is managing his Titans, as a different skill is needed to control them.

Personal skills:

Monstrous Strength: C

Rider was known as a monster and a devil to the entire world, which earned him this skill. This skill can only be usable if Rider is using one of his Noble Phantasms. It raises his strength by one rank.

Titan Shifter: A++

The power of a Titan Shifter flows within Rider’s veins, which was a product of the contract formed by the original progenitor, Ymir, as well as the cannibalism of his late father. Thanks to this skill, Rider can regenerate from any type of wound as long as he’s being provided mana from his master. This skill also allows him to access his Noble Phantasms.

Battle Continuation: A

Rider will never give up even if he had been inflicted with fatal wounds. His whole purpose is to fight to the very end, and even if he lost an arm, leg, or worse, a friend, he will keep moving forward… until his enemies are destroyed.

Blessing of Martial Arts: B

Thanks to his years of training in the military, and from learning martial arts from his enemies, he’s gained this ability, and in his titan form, makes him nearly unstoppable to any except the most durable of golems.

Charisma: A

Ever since he was a child, he’s been able to compel many to do his bidding, with him as a 9-year-old, convincing another girl his age to kill the aggressor who was choking him. He also convinced many of the people around him straight into battle with the titans with his speech, and convinced his scared group into battle, despite the odds.

Clairvoyance:

Spoiler: MANGA SPOILERS

EX

He has the ability to see, and even manipulate, the past and future, thanks to the Attack titan, which breaks the laws of spacetime, and is even able to see different perspectives.

Noble Phantasm:

The Attack Titan: Anti-Unit (Self) B

To activate his Noble Phantasm, Rider must injure himself in any part of his body. It causes an explosion that blows away anything in its path and transforms Rider into a 15-meter humanoid monster. Thanks to his journey in his old life, Rider has acquired the ability to harden his titan’s flesh for additional strength. This transformation raises Rider’s parameters to high levels and allows him to use his other Noble Phantasms, however, mana consumption is doubled when in Titan form.

The War Hammer Titan: Anti-Fortress B+

The War Hammer Titan can produce and manipulate structures that are made of hardened Titan flesh. These structures can be weaponized into an endless variety of weapons as long as Rider knows how to make them. For example, making a knife is way simpler than making a functioning crossbow. Rider can also use the power of the War Hammer Titan to control his Titan from very far away and encasing himself in hardened titan skin, however, it leaves him wide open to attacks.

The Rumbling: Anti-Army ???

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Saber of Black

True Name: Gen. Esdeath

Franchise: Akame Ga Kill!



Master: Darnic Prestone Yggdmillennia

Alignment: Neutral Evil

STR: A

END: A

AGI: B

MN: A

LCK: B

NP: A+

Class Skills:

Magic Resistance: A-

Saber possesses high resistances due to the exposure of her highly volatile Noble Phantasm. When she overcame the tremendous power of Demon Extract, she gained attributes akin to the beast, including its high Magic Resistance.

Riding: C-

Saber has a fairly decent riding skill due to her being used to traveling great distances in her lifetime. She can ride any type of horse with ease, however, she can’t ride modern vehicles due to them not existing in her time.

Personal skills:

Charisma: C+

Having attained the highest position in the military, Saber possesses high enough charisma to command an army of a thousand soldiers. Not as much charisma as to what it’s required for leading a nation, but anyone will follow a strong and beautiful woman who cares for her fellow soldiers… unless of course that said soldier is a weakling in which case she might not even remember the name.

Eye of Mind (True): A

From the day she was born, all Saber has known is battle. Saber has conquered various nations and battled many strong people to the point that she will figure out her opponent’s abilities if she’s given enough time, no matter how bizarre said power is. She’s the perfect predator.

Battle Continuation: B

Saber is noted to be incredibly tenacious and will never turn her back at her opponent until she receives a fatal wound she cannot recover from.

Noble Phantasm:

Demon God Manifestation/Demon's Extract: Anti-Army B

The people of Saber’s world wielded powerful weapons named Imperial Arms, and she possessed one of the most powerful ones called Demon’s Extract. The Imperial Arms came from the blood of a powerful beast that was said to be impossible to control. Saber managed to control it and that allowed her to manipulate ice and mold it from nothing. She can use it to create icicles, freeze people to death, and more. She’s capable of massive destructive power.

Mahapadma: Anti-Unit A+

The trump card of Demon's Extract can freeze space and time. When used, space and time are frozen and only the user can move for a short period of time. Enemies with high Magic Resistances can bypass this technique.

Ice Calvary: Anti-Army C+

The second trump card of Demon's Extract can create an army of ice centaur soldiers. These soldiers hold the power of D-rank Servants, but Saber can only create one per day due to… unfortunate countermeasures placed by some meddling spirits.

Ice Storm Commander-in-Chief: Anti-Country ?

Take that, global warming!

 

Berserker of Black

True Name: Denji

Franchise: Chainsaw Man!



Master: Celenike Icecolle Yggdmillennia

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

STR: C (A)

END: B (A)

AGI: D (C+)

MN: C

LCK: E

NP: A

Class Skills:

Mad Enhancement: E

Berserker in his normal form does not receive the benefits of Mad Enhancement, and his sanity is mostly intact. However, he is still a simple minded fellow that has a few screws loose.
This skill ranks up to B whenever Berserker uses his Noble Phantasm, greatly increasing his parameters, but taking away most of his sanity. Using his second Noble Phantasm will rank up this skill to A, making him even stronger, but at the cost for most of his reason.

Personal skills:

Monstrous Strength: B

Known as the Chainsaw Devil in his world, Berserker is both worshipped and feared, but that doesn’t erase the fact that he is a monster, and thus, this skill was granted to him.
This skill can only be activated when Berserker uses his Noble Phantasm. When he transforms, Berserker gains one rank in strength, which can stack with Mad Enhancement.

Hybrid: A++

Berserker is part devil and part human, so this skill makes him incapable of receiving mana through normal means. His Master has to provide him with blood in order for him to remain active. Other servants can also provide Berserker with mana using their own blood.

This skill allows Berserker access to his powerful Noble Phantasms.

Battle Continuation: EX

Being part devil, Berserker is effectively immortal. One can cut him in half, bleed him to death, or even decapitate him, and he will live to tell the tale. The only way to effectively kill him is by damaging his core.

Noble Phantasm:

Chainsaw Man! Anti-Unit (Self) B+
By pulling on the cord emerging from his chest, Berserker can transform into a bloodthirsty Chainsaw Devil. In this form, his Mad Enhancement skill ranks up and gains Monstrous Strength. His head will morph into a demonic, mechanical shape with long, jagged fangs and a chainsaw handle out of the back of his head. Large chainsaws will emerge from his forehead, arms and legs, if he desires it.

Full Devil Transformation: Anti-Fortress (Self) A
Berserker cannot activate this form willingly, as it requires a command spell to do so. When this Noble Phantasm is activated, his Mad Enhancement skill ranks up to A and raises his parameters even further. His intestines emerge from his stomach and wrap around his neck, resembling a scarf or a collar. Once transformed, his body is black, looking to be covered with either armored plates/scales. He gains spikes on his shoulders and the back of his head, and loses the handle on the back. He becomes much larger and bulkier, towering over the average human. He has four arms as opposed to two, each equipped with their own Chainsaw Blade.

 

Assassin of Black

True Name: Meliodas

Franchise: Seven Deadly Sins



Master: Gordes Musik Yggdmillennia

Alignment: Chaotic Good

STR: A+

END: A

AGI: A

MN: B

LCK: D

NP: B++

Class Skills:

Presence Concealment: --

Due to his ability, Espionage, this skill has been lost. Also because Assassin wasn’t known to keep himself hidden, he mostly prefers to brute force his way through rather than strategize. The reason he gained his title as Assassin was because of his past status as a criminal.

Personal skills:


Espionage: B

In life, Assassin has often been confused with being a child, so he will not appear hostile at first glance. A Servant with high rank Clairvoyance can see through his façade.

Demon Heritage: A

Being a Demon, Assassin has seven hearts at his disposal, and therefore, he cannot be taken down unless all cores are destroyed. He can use his darkness to regenerate from any fatal wounds, save for decapitation. It also allows him to use magic of very high level, like his cursed flames: Hellblaze, and his favorite ability: Full Counter.

Noble Phantasm:

Lostvayne: Anti-Army B++

Lostvayne is Assassin’s trusted weapon in the form of a short sword, and is considered a Sacred Treasure in Assassin’s world. It holds a special ability that allows Assassin to create up to four clones of himself. The clones only retain a fraction of the original's power. Each Physical Clone is still able to use Full Counter to its full potential as the attack focuses on the enemy's attack power rather than the one using Full Counter. This allows Assassin to use Full Counter multiple times on the same attack.

Assault Mode: Anti-Fortress (Self) A+

This state is reached when Assassin unleashes his demon powers to the fullest, achieving immense power. It raises all of his parameters by two ranks. It reverts Assassin back in the days when he was the leader of the Demon Clan’s strongest fighters, the Ten Commandments. The drawback is that it temporarily robs Assassins of all his feelings and emotions.
AN: He becomes an edgy boi!

 

Lancer of Black

True Name: Ruby Rose

Franchise: RWBY



Master: Caules Forvedge Yggdmillennia

Alignment: Neutral Good

STR: C

END: B

AGI: A+

MN: C

LCK: B

NP: B+

Class Skills:

Magic Resistance: B+

In Lancer’s world, people could manifest the power of their souls to have benefits in combat, this includes a powerful defense that protects her from physical and magical attacks. This skill is lost when Lancer’s defenses are depleted.

Personal skills:

Mystic Eyes: A++

Lancer’s eyes come from a mystic line of warriors that had fought against evil ever since its inception. Her eyes are the most powerful tool in her arsenal and are able to turn the tide of overall impossible fights.

Aura: A

Aura is an exclusive ability from Lancer’s world, it uses the energy of the soul to amplify her offensive and defensive properties. Lancer can use aura to heal small wounds, making it a versatile tool in combat. However, it has limited usage and it leaves Lancer vulnerable to attacks once it’s depleted.

Clairvoyance: E+

Lancer has very good eyesight, which allows her to see from a few kilometers away. She can combine this skill with the gun mode of her weapon to snipe targets from far away, but she cannot keep up with a target with high Agility.

Noble Phantasm:

Crescent Rose: Anti-Unit C

The following information comes from the wiki made by RWBY fans, I don’t own any of this. Please do call me out for shameless plagiarism.

Crescent Rose is Lancer’s preferred weapon, having three modes to its disposal, melee, ranged, and storage. The scythe also has a small, hook-like, double-pronged, jagged blade at the bottom of the shaft. Ruby can unfold the scythe, allowing for both the normal blade and the two prongs to slice enemies at the same time for more power. In this form, the muzzle is also rotated 90 degrees which enables the muzzle blast to rotate—blah blah blah.

In short, this scythe has various melee forms which Lancer can use to deal with almost any situation.

The scythe has a gun mode which is a high caliber sniper rifle that has a massive recoil. Lancer can use this recoil to propel herself on the battlefield, making her highly mobile.

Since there is a lack of dust ammunition in the Great Holy War, The Grail provided Lancer with limitless ammunition with all types of dust.

Petal Burst: Anti-Unit B+

Lancer’s second Noble Phantasm allows her to disassemble herself at a molecular level and reassemble at a chosen location. She is able to do the same with multiple people. This allows her to go around obstacles or through paths that she would not otherwise fit.

AN: Huh, this sounds like some Slytherin teleporting kind of shit.

Light of Hope: Anti-Army A++

Lancer comes from a line of legendary warriors who possessed powerful abilities related to their silver eyes, said to be an extremely rare trait. Those who possess these eyes have a strong desire to preserve life, and will petrify, blind or completely vaporize that which the user considers evil. Servants with little to no magic resistance will feel the full effect of the eyes, while those that have high magic resistance can bypass it completely.

 

Caster of Black

True Name: Satoru Gojo

Franchise: Jujutsu Kaisen



Master: Fiore Forvedge Yggdmillennia

Alignment: Chaotic Good

STR: B

END: E

AGI: A

MN: A+

LCK: B+

NP: A++

Class Skills:

Item Construction: B

Caster is able to create cursed tools by imbuing them with his own cursed energy. They don’t do much against non-cursed opponents but they’re still able to empower conventional weapons or Mystic Codes, if they withstand his power.

Territory Creation: A

Caster is able to create a Bounded Field that separates an area from the rest of space. Which renders the inside of the area invisible from the outside. At high rank, Caster is able to implement specific conditions to the barrier, such as keeping troublesome opponents outside.

Personal skills:

Mystic Eyes: A++

The Six Eyes that Caster possesses grant him the ability to use his Noble Phantasm to its fullest potential. When Caster is in the position of these eyes, he can greatly reduce his mana consumption and even stay materialized without having to rely on a Master, it would prevent him from using his Noble Phantasms though.

No, he doesn’t have literally six eyes, it’s a title.

The following info is copy pasted from the wiki, so don’t call me out for it you Jujutsu nerds. Actually, I do use the wiki to shamelessly create the majority of these sheets…

It provides the user with vast perception and immense brain processing power, allowing them to precisely manipulate his powers. The mental prowess of the Six Eyes can turn one moment in reality into well over a minute's worth of time within the user's brain. This works well in tandem with the users enhanced sight, allowing them to analyze and calculate the positions of everything within view instantly. A sorcerer who possesses the Six Eyes can see things for several kilometers away, easily able to distinctly tell apart different figures within their vast range.

Caster’s eyes can be covered using a blindfold, sunglasses, or bandage wraps among other things to reduce its mana consumption. Even with his eyes covered, he is still able to see for being a user of the Six Eyes.

Cursed Energy: EX

Caster is known as the strongest sorcerer in his world. His manipulation of Cursed Energy is so fine that he is able to understand the complex nature of his Noble Phantasm.

Clairvoyance: B

Caster can see small targets from several kilometers away thanks to his Mystic Eyes and also can keep track of fast moving opponents with ease.

Rapid Casting: A+

Caster is able to chant his spells at an inhuman speed. Incantations for Noble Phantasm that would take a lot of time, he can do in less than a second.

Noble Phantasm:

Limitless: Anti-Fortress A

Caster has been born with this ability ever since birth, and he has reached the peak of sorcery in his world at a very young age, making him a world-class prodigy. Limitless can be derived into four forms, but the most important one is...

Infinity: When something attempts to hit Satoru, the person or object in question instead hits the infinity between himself and them. According to Satoru, this is the convergence of an infinite series and—

Okay, this ability is a bitch to explain, even in the wiki (You had one job you damn fans). Let me try to come up with the best explanation for it. Grab a calculator and put a number, any number. You good? Alright, now halve it. Good, now do it again.

And again…

And again…

You can keep doing it an infinite amount of times.

Mathematically, you will never reach the value of 0, but it always feels like you’re getting closer. That’s basically Infinity in a nutshell.

If you still don't understand his power well, here's a chart that explains his power using pizza. It includes the forms of red, blue, and purple.



Yes, shit like this exists.

Infinite Void: Anti-Army EX

Caster creates a Reality Marble in which drives the target into an empty void of space. This presents the target with limitless information, forcing them to see and feel everything while seeing and feeling nothing at the exact same time. This phenomenon paralyzes the target with infinite knowledge, causing them to die slowly. It is possible for people with strong, mental fortitude to resist the psychological attack of this Noble Phantasm. Caster himself can move freely within the domain and all of his attacks become impossible to miss.

The Grail has limited the use of this technique by using it once per day.

AN: Dude, this guy is jacked, even with the Grail nerfs.

 

You might be thinking that this may be an apocalyptic sign of clout chasing, incoherent blabbering of mine, uselessly bumping the thread to try and make it relevant, but that's not the case here, so hear me out.

I have absolutely no idea who my Black Archer should be. I have looked a ton of anime to try and find a decent candidate, but I've yet to find the right one, most anime characters either fight by punching the shit out of someone or use a blade, never do they spam projectiles to their opponents. My candidate for my Archer was going to be Tanya, from the Saga of Tanya the Evil, and I tried to find and read the Light Novels since I've been told that the anime adaptation cuts a lot of important information from the book (as most shows nowadays love to do), but I've yet to find a good translation for the novel. Skythewoods only has up to 2 volumes translated from the 10 volumes that had come out.

So yeah, Tanya is out, and I have no options left, which is a shame since I would love to write interactions between her and Jeanne.

If anyone has any options for Black Archer, then I would love to hear about it. Keep in mind that Black Team is composed of newer anime/manga/light novel, preferable to the ones that had come out between 2010-nowadays. Characters have to be decently popular, not unimportant characters that had only appeared on one arc, like Lady Nagant for example.