Fate/Lost Moonlight

Master Intro: Jezebel

Night had fallen over the city, casting a veil of darkness over the streets and alleys. Jezebel, adorned in her provocative gothic attire, walked through the shadows with a purposeful stride. She had heard whispers of the Holy Grail War, a conflict between Mages where the victor would be granted a single wish. It was an opportunity she could not ignore, for the chance to prove herself and explore the limits of her newfound powers.

As Jezebel navigated the maze of dimly lit streets, she found herself outside a decrepit building, the rumored gathering place for those seeking entry into the war. She steeled herself and pushed open the door, stepping into the murky interior.

"Ah, welcome," a voice called out from the shadows. A figure emerged, clad in an elegant robe, the intensity of his gaze piercing through the darkness from beneath his hood.

"You must be here to join the Holy Grail War."

Jezebel hesitated for a moment, her confident demeanor momentarily faltering. "Yes, that's right. I've come to compete, to test my abilities and see how far they can take me."

The robed figure, seemingly satisfied with her response, gestured to a circle etched into the floor. "Very well. To join the war, you must first summon a Servant, a powerful spirit to aid you in your battles. Stand within the circle and concentrate on your desire for a companion."

Jezebel stepped into the circle, her heart pounding in her chest, giddy at the thought of the mere word 'spirit'! She focused her thoughts, her mind filled with the image of a powerful and mysterious ally, her Magecraft working overtime to give her the best possible phantom familiar she could hope for, a thousand and one different possibilities for just what it would turn out to be rolling through her overeager mind.

As the circle began to glow, a torrent of magical energy surged through the room, and a figure began to materialize before her.

"Hmm?" The robed figure to her side chirped out, breaking the silence of her concentration.

"Wait, what is-"

Before either knew it, the summoning circle took on a frightful new visage, a swirling black formless mass at it's center, scarlet crimson energy wreathing around it with explosive force great enough to knock both Lysander and Jezebel across the room.

"Master," it spoke, its voice echoing through the chamber, "I am that which you have called forth, the spirit destined to serve you in this war."

Jezebel's fogged eyes widened with excitement, struggling to see her new comrade in the now dismally darkened room. It didn't matter though, she could hardly contain her enthusiasm. "Fantastic! Together, we'll take on this war and prove ourselves to the world!"

As Jezebel stood beside her newly-summoned Servant, eye's continuing to adjust, it's silhouette seemed to continually to flicker and shift. The figure seemed to be attempting to stabilize from it's unusually violent summoning...

Something was different about this Servant...

The air around them grew heavy, and the atmosphere seemed to darken. Jezebel felt a shiver run down her spine.

"What Did You Do!" Lysander said calmly, rushing over to Jezebel.

"I don't-"

"Did you alter the summoning ritual!? What Servant did you summon?! Tell me, now!" He asked with all the restraint he could muster, pain intonating in every syllable and ragged breath.

"Ummm, I'm not sure..."

She could feel the Supervisor seething beneath his robe.

"Attacking a Supervisor, meddling with the mechanics of the summoning systems intentionally, both of those acts violate the rules of the Grail War! I need an explanation, immediately, or I will take action here and now!"