Fate/Lost Moonlight

Master Intro: Morelo Vascuit

The moon hung high in the night sky, casting its soft glow upon the dimly lit room. Morelo Vascuit, the young head of a declining Mage family, stood nervously in the center of an intricately drawn magic circle. His hands trembled as he clutched a worn, stolen book on Proto Indo-European mythology, hoping that it would be enough to summon a powerful Servant.

"Damn it all," Morelo muttered, his voice shaking. "This has to work. I can't afford to fail."

Memories of his ill mother, and the burden of his newfound responsibility as family head, weighed heavily on his mind. With a deep breath, he steadied himself and began to recite the incantation. The room filled with a tense energy as the magic circle pulsed with a soft, radiant light. Morelo's heart raced, and for a moment, he felt a flicker of hope.

As the last word left his lips, a brilliant flash of light erupted from the circle, momentarily blinding him. When the light subsided, standing before Morelo was a regal figure with a commanding aura. His hair was silver and flowed like a river, and his eyes were an ethereal blue. The being wore an elegant robe adorned with embellishments of ancient power, and the air around him hummed with divine energy.

Morelo's eyes widened in awe, realizing that he hadn't summoned any ordinary Heroic Spirit, but a Divine Spirit!

"I am Dyeus Phter, the ancient sky father," the god announced, his voice deep and resonant. "I have heard your call, young Master. What is it that you seek in this Holy Grail War?"

Morelo swallowed hard, trying to suppress his fear and maintain his façade of arrogance. "I want to win this war, to cure my mother and restore my family's name. Can you help me achieve that?"

Dyeus Phter looked upon Morelo with a wise, knowing gaze. Before him, Morelo's true feelings were as glass.

"Indeed, a noble cause. I shall lend you my strength, young one. Together, we shall face the trials ahead. Aid me in obtaining my wish, the restoration of my own family, and I will help you restore your own to good health."

With a mixture of relief and trepidation, Morelo accepted his newfound alliance, and the two prepared to face the battles of the Holy Grail War that awaited them.

***

The streets were quiet as Morelo and Dyeus Phter made their way to the rumored residence of Lysander Euryale, the Supervisor of the Holy Grail War. Morelo's heart pounded in his chest, both from the excitement of having successfully summoned an Ancient God and the nervousness of meeting the one who oversaw the war.

As they approached the grand estate, Morelo couldn't help but feel small in comparison. The ornate gates creaked open, seemingly inviting them in. Dyeus Phter placed a reassuring hand on Morelo's shoulder.

"Fear not, young Master. I will guide you as best as I can. And my best is quite sufficient for any simple task such as this."

Upon entering the lavish sitting room, they were greeted by the imposing figure of Lysander Euryale. He looked them over with a scrutinizing gaze before speaking.

"Morelo Vascuit, I presume? And this must be your Servant?"

"I am Dyeus Phter, an Ancient God of times long past. I seek to enter this war, that I may obtain my wish of writing the wrong that was the decline of my pantheon. Even if the Age of Gods has ended, and Divine Spirits are in decline, I would have our history and followers remain unforgotten and perpetuated into the future forevermore!"

Lysander's voice was stern, yet carried an air of wisdom. "I see you've managed to summon a powerful ally, Morelo Vascuit. Impressive."

Morelo, attempting to keep his façade of arrogance, responded with a forced smile.