Fate/Blood Reign

Chapter 2 - Archer

He was a mediocre magus.

In the Clock Tower, most people laughed at him, but they would've soon respected him.

By participating in the Holy Grail War, which was declared on November 19, 1898—three days ago—, he would've gained the admiration of his colleagues. He didn't need to win. All he had to do was survive and not be among the first to lose the conflict, everything else would've come naturally. It was a perfect plan in his head. Nothing would've stopped him from getting what he thought he deserved.

He had prepared the ritual in a cemetery near a small town in Northumberland. The relic had already been positioned and he was ready to use his magical energy to call upon the powerful Heroic Spirit. For many it was a weapon, for him it was a tool that would've allowed him to become someone important, someone to be celebrated. So he intoned the magic words:

"Listen to my voice, hero of the past, you were torn from life with blood and with blood you will return to it. The war calls upon you and with it the hope of realizing our desires. Come to me, powerful Heroic Spirit! Give me your strength and I will give you the gift of making the world hear your legend once again!"

A warm, dazzling light illuminated the entire graveyard. It lasted a few seconds and then there was only a thick curtain of smoke from which a pale girl emerged. She had long ears, cherry-colored hair and demonic eyes. She was wearing an elegant red and white dress and long scarlet boots with high heels. More than a weapon, she looked like a simple girl with rather strange clothing, but he certainly didn't care. As soon as he saw her, the great plan he had prepared faded away and something else entered his mind.

He didn't even bother to ask her name; he didn't care that much. His attention was focused solely on her physical appearance and nothing else. In his eyes that magnificent creature was just an object that he could use as he wanted. The very fact that she looked like a damsel inflated his virility. A mediocre magus like him was generally looked down upon by his colleagues of the opposite sex. He hated it, he had never gotten used to it and he blamed others for it. He had never asked himself if there was something in his attitude that could be considered unattractive; in his head, every attention was due to him.

The fact that this feminine-looking person wasn't only seductive, but also his Servant, excited him quite a bit. In his mind, it was finally time to receive the attention he thought he deserved.

However, she wasn't just an object, she was a living creature, in a certain way, and she was also smart enough to understand that he wasn't respecting her. Just looking at him was enough to make her feel disgusted by his mere presence. The very idea of ​​having a Master like that made her want to throw up.

Then she noticed a figure behind the man. She didn't say anything.

"So, who are you?" the magus finally asked with a triumphant smile.

She looked at him. She remained silent and turned away.

He got a little annoyed, but he wanted to act like a gentleman to try to please her. "You're my Servant, right? I'm your Master. I summoned you."

She was still silent and prayed that the mysterious figure, that was stealthily moving, would hurry up and do what they were planning to do.

"I summoned you!" he exclaimed aloud. Then he took a deep breath. "No, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be disrespectful... it's just that... you're very beautiful..."

She gave him a look full of disgust.

"Don't look at me like that! You are my Servant! You are at my service! You obey only me!" He showed the symbol on his left hand. "These are the Command Seals! With these I can force you to do whatever I want, do you understand? If I want, I can even make you bark like a dog! So you have to respect me!" It felt good to unleash all that aggression on someone he thought he had power over.