Salvation (Archer (Emiya) × OC)

Prologue

The end of the first Holy Grail war.

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The young man, no more then 25, slowly smiled as blood dripped down his face, though he knew not of whom the blood belonged to. Not that it mattered anyways, the war was over and he was the victor.

Before he knew it, the man found himself standing before the red soaked cup that he had mercilessly slaughtered both humans and spirits alike for.

The Holy Grail, suspended in air just a foot away from him. It beckoned to him, called to him, begging him to wish his wish so that it may be granted. The man just had to think of what he wanted and it would be his. The burnett haired man closed his eye's.

"Oh Holy Grail," the man said, spreading his arms open. His loyal servant watched from behind him. "Hear my thoughts and grant my wish!"

Blood began to spill over the lip of the cup and pool around the feet of the man. He continued.

"Give me the power I seek! Give me the power I fought for and deserve without fail!"

The blood swired around him until it engulfed his body like a cocoon. He began to glow so brilliantly that even the servant, a Caster, had to advert his eyes.

A few moments later, the light diminished and the blood returned to the vessal. The man took a deep breath and opened his eyes. He smiled. It had worked. He could feel new power, raw power, flow through his body like never before. He felt unstoppable.

From behind him, his servant step forward.

"It would appear that your wish has been granted, Master," he said, his purple robes grazed the ground around him. The man did not turn to face his servant, but replied,

"Yes. Yes it work alright," he clenched his fists. "I've never felt more alive."

The servant bowed his head. His hair was pepper like a middle age man, despite his face of a man around 30.
"I could not be more happy for you my Master." He paused for a moment. "But... But if I may, I would like--"

"You would like to have your wish granted." The man finished his sentence.

"Yes, Master..."

The man turned around and faced his heroic spirit.

"Oh, my dear Merlin." The servant looked up at the mention of his name. The name he bore when he was a living entity, rather then a spirit with nothing more then a temporary body meant for fighting and killing. He detested the idea of Heroic Spirits battling each other over a cup, but alas, there was nothing he could do about it. He could only hope that the grail would at least be able to grant him freedom.

"You have fought by my side valiantly," The master continued. "You deserve more then your greatest desire."

Merlin smiled softly. "Thank you Master." He took a few steps forward, but The Master raised his hand, stopping the magician in his path.

"Unfortunately," The man's eyes darkened with an evil glare. "If you were to be granted passage to the next life, then other... Spirits may follow suite." He began to pace around his servant, who stared at him, shocked.

"Are you refusing me my right as the victor's servant to partake of the Holy grail?!" Merlin scarcely raised his voice, but he was infuriated by this man he called Master.

The Man rubbed his chin as he walked.
"I suppose I am," he said. "But not due to any malice I have against you, No! You see I enjoy a good show almost as much as I enjoy being in one."

Merlin glared at the Man. He knew where he was going with this.
"You want the grail wars to continue," he said. "For your entertainment!"

The man stopped in front of the servant. He nodded.

"Well of course," He took a step towards Merlin. "But the Grail Wars also have a surplus of mana involved." He laughed a bit. "It's like a gold mine of power! I will be at my strongest during the Wars and will be able to rule them! I can be sure no one will try to overthrow me while I will watch as the new god of this world!"

Snarling, Merlin raised his hand as it ignited with purple flames, ready to strike his master with a blow sure to kill. But before he could release his anger, the Man simply waved his hand and the flames vanished. Merlin stared at his hand, eyes wide with astonishment.

The next moment, the Master waved his hand once more and 3 fist sized holes appeared in Merlin's chest.

For a moment, the servant just stood there, unable to move.

With blood dripping from his mouth, Merlin's legs gave out and he fell to his knees. The Master stood and watched the scene, his smile remained.

Head shaking with effort, the spirit looked to his master with eye's glimeing with betrayal and anger.

"Y-you will never be God," Merlin wheezed. His body began to shimmer.

"It... It takes more th-then fear ... And power to rule people!" He fell to his side, body nearly gone.

"May you suffer the rest of your days!" Merlin cursed. "May you feel every bit of pain that a monster like you deserves! John Malcox De'Ferlísh!"

The body of the sorcerer vanished and John stood alone with the Holy Grail. The man slowly began to laugh. His deep voice echoed throughout the church he stood in. He laughed at his dead enemies. He laughed at the people who ever doubted him. He laughed at the world that would soon be his. He laughed at his näive servant for cursing him. No amount of hateful words were going to stop the great De'Ferlísh from becoming a God!---

Suddenly, John's laugh got cught in his throat and pain slowly spread through his chest. His eye's widen.

"Wh... What is this?!" There was no injury anywhere on his torso, but nevertheless, the paint become too excruciating for him to bear.

"ACK!" He fell to the ground. Pressing his hands against his chest. "What's happening?!" It felt like someone was ripping apart the inside of his chest.

Gasping for air, John slowly turned his body over to the other side so he could see the grail. If his eye's could get any wider, they did.

The grail was glowing, just as it did when his wish was granted. He couldn't believe it.

"no..." He groaned. "No...NO! That's not fair! This isn't fair! I didn't want this! This isn't my wish!"

'Its not your wish,' A voice echoed in his head. 'But it was his.'

John squeezed his eye's shut.

"NOOO!!"

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Prologue done. It's short, but I hope thats fine. I'm open to criticism so don't hesitate to point out anything that should be better.

Let me know if you think this is a story i should continue if it seems interesting.

Pronunciation:
John Malcox De'Ferlísh: jon / mal-cox / De'fur-leesh