Disclaimer: I do not own Percy Jackson and the Olympians and I do not own The Heroes of Olympus, I do not own Fate Stay night. This story is AU

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Prologue

The moment that I opened my eyes, I instantly knew that something was wrong.

The Japanese room that I had found myself in was a proof of that. The fact that I could feel the breeze that came from the open window in the room, on my face, was enough to tell me that I was not in the underworld.

Despite the fact that I remembered Dying.

Getting up from the Japanese bed, I looked to my 'body'. It was not the of a grownup adult man like I had seen many times when I had looked into the mirror, but rather, the body of a young teenager. And thank goodness, it was of male gender.

Looking for something around the Japanese room which could give me a clue about where I was, I saw a small reflective clock. Picking it up, I instantly froze as I looked to the face in front of me. It was the face of a boy who looked to be not older then a teenager, with fair skin and golden-brown eyes along with short auburn hair.

I knew that face; it was the face that I had seen many times when I was watching a Japanese Anime show.

It was the face of Emiya Shirou, the distorted protagonist of Fate/Stay Night who would later become a mass Killing-Machine that is a counter-guardian.

With a Thump, the clock in my hands falls on the ground while I feel my 'Legs' start to shake like a jelly. Shakily, I sat on the ground. A Thousand of questions were running around in my head and I did not even have a single answer for anyone of them.

How did my soul get into the body of Emiya Shirou? Why was I here, when I should be in the Gates of the underworld, In front of the three judges?

More importantly, what was I supposed to do now?

Fate/Stay night was not exactly the safest place where you can find you're self in, not to mention the hidden supernatural world that was out there. And that is before the cluster-fuck that is the Holy Grail war.

When you sit behind the TV and watch a few Powerful characters with superpowers, fighting each other, you can say 'oh' and 'ahs' in awe and at the end just watch the show and stick to the story. But the thing was that was it, it was a 'Story'.

None of those characters were supposed to be real.

But now I'm in a world where there are Ruthless Magi who experiment on Children, and are Powerful enough to Raze cities to the ground, In order to keep their existence Secret. The Anime show did not show it but the world of Fate/Stay night and type-moon was perhaps one of the darkest worlds that could come to Life.

Throw away the good-endings, the philosophy messages, along with other things and what do you have? A World that has a hidden dark world within itself.

The world of supernatural or better known as the world of Magi.

Magi are Ruthless and cold individuals who would do anything to continue their Research and reach their own goals. The fact that they are willing to kill anyone who stands in their path, is enough to tell you about how dark the world of Magi is.

And now, like it or not, I'm in that world. In a city that had become the Grave of many. In the body of a weakling teenager who was a third-rate Magus at best.

With Seven Supernatural Freaking ghosts that are fighting against each other, beings that can stand against Armies and level entire cities with their Noble Phantasm. And what was my defense against them? Nothing.

And one of them was hell-bent on killing me, in order create a paradox that could save him from the cycle that he's now stuck in for all Eternity.

The only one who could probably protect me was a certain king of knights, but even then my survival was not even guaranteed. The Saber from the Canon had been a noble and courageous Knight, but what says that she's the same saber from the Canon?

Was there even a Canon? This was the real world, so who says that everything will go according to the Show?

Based on my knowledge, Fate/Stay Night had three 'Routes' which the story would progress into. With each one of them starting from the same road and ending up on a whole different end.

And I only knew about the first and second route, I didn't know a thing about the third one.

Now the question is that are those three routes the only ones or are there actually more Routes?

And which one was I in now?

"I'm officially fucked" I summarized my situation before Face palming.

Shirou Emiya had only managed to survive by dumb luck. Because let's face it, what chance does a Dumb Distorted Untrained boy has against Six Powerful Heroic spirits and their masters?

The answer is short and simple: None.

The First time that Shirou got lucky was when he accidently summoned the strongest class in the Holy Grail war. The Second time that he got lucky was when he managed to alley himself with Rin Tohsaka. A prodigy Magus who is also an average one.

A magus who has affinity for the entire main primary Elements, and also has been trained from her childhood for the Holy Grail war, and even she was outmatched more than once.

See what I mean? Shirou Emiya survived by being the protagonist of the story and his survival was based on nothing more than Dumb Luck and Circumstances. What other explanation was there?

Whoever or whatever has put me in the body of Emiya Shirou defiantly made sure that I was fucked to the next ways to Sunday. I mean, couldn't I have ended up on the body of Saito Hiraga from familiar of Zero or Some other character who had at least a good foundation to grow strong and survive?

And how did I even end up in the body of Shirou Emiya? Could it be that my soul somehow 'moved' across dimensions and jumped into Shirou's body? Or perhaps I Had somehow reincarnated into his body and my soul 'overwrite' his or merged with it.

In any way, I'm now really deep in it.

In the show, Shirou Emiya had gained some form of an accelerated development which was the Result of him interacting with his future counter-guardian self. Which would led to him developing his Realty Marble the Unlimited blade Works.

But now there was a high chance that possibility is out of the window.

I'm not Shirou Emiya, my Personality and beliefs were not that of a distorted naïve boy who dreamed to be a super-hero. I'm a Demigod who has fought in Wars and faced immortals and legendary monsters.

The Death and destruction that I had seen and the amount of hardships that I Have been through, were enough to beat the naivety out of me and turn me into a dark and brooding Person.

Heroes are martyrs who most of the time are betrayed by the Same People who they have sworn to protect. Their Sacrifices are tossed aside like everyday's garbage until they are nothing more than just some names and images that goes down in the history. They die for faceless masses that don't even lift a finger for them.

I learned that lesson the hard-way and I was not going down that path ever again.

I Refuse Shirou Emiya's dream and ideals, and that is why there is a chance that I might not be developing his realty marble in my life. And with that, my Chance of survival takes a big hit.

Taking my hand off of my 'face', I looked to the reflection on the clock once again.

This was basically my second chance to life and I was not going to allow some upstart Magi take it away from me. If need be, I will be fighting with tooth and Nail to keep it and survive.

And whoever who stands in my way will get what they Deserve. I will Crush them and destroy them without a moment of hesitation, And to do that I need to become Powerful.

Shirou Emiya was not the most powerful character in the show but he was perhaps one of the few who had great potential to grow strong. Especially with the use of his Realty marble, The Unlimited blade works.

If my soul has somehow merged with Emiya's, then I can possibly count on the fact that the Realty marble is still there but has changed and that means that it's a lot different than the one that I had seen from the show.

If not, then I would have to use my cunning and wit in order to survive. After all, I have some basic knowledge about the canon and the Characters. So that has to count for something, Right?

Looking to the clock, I could instantly see that it was at the middle of the night. Which was strange, considering that the clock had Japanese numbers written on it?

I most certainly did not learn Japanese in my 'past' life, but could it be that I was unconsciously drawing on Shirou's knowledge on Japanese language?

Closing my eyes, I focused on my mind and I instantly felt something within it. It was like a whole lot of letters that were just waiting to be opened. And each one of those letters were memories of the Shirou Emiya of this world.

Normally, I shouldn't be able to sense or to even experience them. So that means someone or something had put those memories in my head in this form, In order for me to find them and Open them.

All of these facts lead to one thing.

Someone was pulling my strings and that someone was defiantly the one that thrown me into the body of the protagonist of Fate stay night.

Putting a dying demigod into someone else's body and tempering with their mind and memory so that the said demigod could see the past memories of the former resident of the body. That kind of a power was not something that everyone could have.

The worst thing was that I had no choice but to move to the road that has been built for me. I was not Shirou Emiya and naturally my behavior and personality is different from him.

Those who were close to the distorted protagonist would defiantly be suspicious when the Shirou that they know starts to act a lot different from what they know about him. So my only chance was to view Emiya Shirou's memories and set my 'behavior' a little bit according to the now gone Emiya and change it with passing time.

I have to know if this world is an alternative Universe from the Show or perhaps it was one of the three main Routes.

Either way, it's going to be a long night for me.

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Sitting on the living room with a short wooden Japanese table in front of me, I Looked to the small cup of Tea that I had prepared, all the while my mind was working as fast as it could to find a way for me to survive the War that I knew it was coming.

All the while wondering that if I somehow pissed someone high-up, who would enjoy the irony of putting me into the body of a teenager who would soon die and me with him Again.

It was like somebody gives you a second chance at life, only for you to find out that is nothing more than a big Cruel twisted joke. And it was a sour one at that.

Fate/stay night had been awesome show; it had perhaps one of my favorite's anime back at my world. Though there were some questions that I had when I had watched the Show.

The First question was how did Shirou managed to keep Avalon inside his body?

The sheath was a legendary item that magi would kill over, so how did a distorted untrained third-rate magus like Shirou Emiya managed to keep it without getting killed over by Some Cutthroat magi?

I had gotten the answer to that dreaded question when I was 'Looking' into Shirou's memories and needless to say that my hopes for survival were a few bars lower than they were before.

The Einzbern had spent a lot of Resources to find Avalon. So when Kiritsugu Emiya 'betrayed' them, they decided to reclaim what they had probably spent a lot of money and effort to find.

Even without the king of knight's Presence, the sheath was a legendary grade item that was borderline a Noble Phantasm. And no Magi family would allow such a valuable item to be taken from them because of a traitor.

They would have destroyed the Magus Killer and his adopted son, seeing as Kiritsugu being weakened and losing his edge from the man that he had once been, If Kiritsugu Emiya hadn't had Married into a Certain Irish Clan with a Geis promise that they would keep Shirou Safe and get the Emiya Clan's Remaining Magi Crest, in return.

That's Right; Kiritsugu Emiya married into the Fraga Clan.

Like I said before, Magi were Ruthless individuals who would do anything to forward their Research and reach the Root. The Fraga clan was not that much different from other Magus Family. Their origins and specialty might be different but their core and Aims were the same as any other Magi Family.

With the backing of the Fraga Clan and a little bit of help from the mage association, Kiritsugu managed to negotiate on 'Peaceful Terms' and at the end. They settled with Avalon returning to Einzbern and they in return leave Shirou Emiya and Kiritsugu alone.

That deal was now punching me in the face.

Without the sheath, Shirou Emiya couldn't have summoned Arturia Pendragon from the throne of Heroes, and that means that I'm without any way of summoning the king of knights. And without her I'm, Once again, officially fucked.

Scratch that, I'm now a dead man walking.

Without saber, I'm basically a walking Defenseless target that is just waiting for 'certain' archer to put a few good arrows in it. Not to mention the one important fact that has the world's future on it:

Without Saber, how am I going to stop Angra Mainyu from being born into the world?

Alaya would defiantly send her attack dogs, also known as the counter-guardians, to destroy the threat to humanity's survival and who knows how many damage that would cause. There is a chance that there might not even be a Japan in the aftermath.

And there is a lot of 'ifs' involved with that Kind of thinking.

Now I have a few ways ahead of me which I could take, though most of those ways ended up with me being laughed at and send to a mental asylum or outright experimented on like some lab rat and then killed at the end.

The first way is that I, Somehow, go to London; speak with the mage-association and inform them that the manifestation of the world's evil has corrupted the grail and is trying to be born into the world and destroy it.

That way would not work because what credibility did a boy's words have to the noble Magi Families. Besides, they would see this as a nothing more than a childish attempt to destroy the grail because of the Fuyuki fire Incident.

It's natural for the only survivor of that 'Tragedy' to foster hatred and revenge towards the object that caused him to lose his family and his identity.

The same thing applies if I go to the church.

The second way is to somehow talk to Rin Tohsaka, the future ally of Shirou Emiya, and convince her that her father died at the hands of his own apprentice; and that everything she had trained for and learned since childhood, had been for nothing more than a corrupt grail which she could never use.

And somehow help me stop the Holy Grail war.

She will either see this as an attempt to stop her from entering the war, or she would punch me in the face and throw me out of her house and then send into a mental asylum. And that is if she's the version of Rin Tohsaka that I know from the show.

What guarantees did I have that this was the Rin Tohsaka from the show and not some other real life version of herself who is probably a ruthless Magi who will not hesitate to use Shirou Emiya for her own End?

And the second plan goes straight to the trashcan.

The third choice was that I, again somehow, manage to get out of Fuyuki and leave well-Enough alone without entering the Holy Grail war. Now the problem was that without Shirou Emiya, the Holy Grail war would officially be a ticking bomb that is waiting to blow on the world's face.

Kirei Kotomine would get his wish and see the world burn as Angra Mainyu is born. And I Will be dead like the rest of humanity.

And with that, I'm out of Plans. My knowledge of the future might as well be a dangling card in front of my face, taunting me that I'm going to die because of circumstances out of my reach.

The only silver of hope that I had was that this Shirou Emiya had been 'Trained' since childhood by the Magus killer. With the world of Magi knowing about his existence, Kiritsugu knew that Shirou needed to know how to defend him but sadly the wannabe-hero had not taken his instructions seriously.

Emiya Shirou wanted to be a hero, not a Magus and so whatever that Kiritsugu had tried to teach him he would always practice it with zealous glee but sadly Shirou's magical circuits weren't the top of condition and his naivety had severely damaged what Kiritsugu had tried to teach him.

Add the fact that The Magus killer was not a proper magus, and so he couldn't teach Shirou much and lacked the experience to teach magecraft, and I'm still stuck with a talentless third-rate Magus that is Shirou Emiya.

"I just can't Catch a break" I sip my Tea and slowly Rubbed my eyes.

Despite my severe disadvantage, I still had enough skills and abilities in my arsenal to tip the odds a little in my favor. And one of them was experience and skill; I had a lot of skills in my sleeve along with a lot of experience that comes from fighting against immortals and legendary monsters.

I have fought in two wars; I have tricked immortals and monsters alike. The Holy Grail war had another thing coming to it and no one knew that it would from someone who they won't even deem to be a threat.

I had a year or two, seeing as because of my appearance, I could only guess that Shirou Emiya had been a year older or at least two years older when he stumbled into the Holy Grail War. And two years was enough for me to bring this body up to speed through intense training.

More importantly, I had knowledge about how Shirou Emiya's abilities and how to use it effectively. Though I probably had to do a lot of Research and Practice before I can use Shirou Emiya's abilities.

But first I have to Test My 'Magical circuits' which is defiantly going to be my last hope to survive.

Shirou Emiya might have possessed realty Marble with unlimited Noble phantasms in it. But he did not have the energy to utilize it. That was why he had to make a contract with Rin Tohsaka in the unlimited blade works route so that he could utilize it against The King of Heroes.

But now the case was different. My soul was the soul of a Demigod Son of Hecate and that defiantly made me more attuned to Magic. Seeing as it is my mother's Domain.

So there was a chance that I had now High quality Magical circuits that was just waiting to be Tested and used. And that was the only tiny light of hope that kept me from outright panicking.

With my Eyes Closed, I imagined a big hammer slowly rising before quickly hitting the Anvil with a big Clang.

"Trace on" I opened my eyes and look towards the small cup of tea, ignoring the pain that I felt coming from my back as if someone has put a hot iron bar on my back, the mana gathered around my eyes focused on the structure of the object and slowly information started to flow into my mind as if I was watching a video.

Scanning the Object's Shape

Processing construction methods

Reproducing Resources

Reproducing Construction methods

I looked to the small Duplicated cup in my hand; its shape looked to be a bit more open and I could see a lot of faults in its construction but it was still something. With a thought I dropped the imperfect square empty like cup on the ground as it dissolved itself into Prana.

It hadn't a perfect replication by any means, but the fact that I could do it. Showed that I had a chance to survive the Holy Grail war, though this was nothing compared to the Noble Phantasms that some Heroic spirits that I know, could use in the war.

Lancer, Archer, Saber, Caster, Berserker, Assassin and Rider.

Each one of the seven heroic spirits that I knew could easily Defeat me and destroy me as if I am a fly. There was a Reason that heroic spirits are considered to be beings that are leagues above humans, even Magi.

They are legendary beings who have ascended into the throne of heroes.

What chance do the Magi have against beings that can outrun an airplane, lift a bus or destroy cities and armies using their noble phantasms? None, you might as well be comparing an ant against an elephant.

And I have to fight against six of those beings and stand against Gilgamesh, the freaking king of heroes who has a Treasury full of legendary weapons and items that one of them can literally split the Planet into half.

Though again comes the first question that had come up into my mind: who says that the heroic spirits that are going to be summoned are the same ones from the show?

And if they are the same ones, then are their noble phantasms, Powers and tactics, the same ones that I know from the show?

I would have thought more about the situations that I'm going to face in the future, if I Didn't heard the sound of footsteps coming towards the room that I was sitting in before someone opened the door and stepped into living room.

She was a young woman who was wearing a black color shirt along with blue color Jean. She had short auburn Red hair and a mole near her right eye. She had a well-balanced figure that came from someone who had spent their time Practicing martial arts and Working out their body.

Her eyes were cold and hard before they softened up when they saw me.

I instantly felt a small knot of fear with myself, because the woman in front of me might have been a few years older than me but she was on a league of her own compared to the previous occupant of the body that I was now in.

She is Bazett Fraga, an Enforcer working for the Mage association. This was a woman who killed Magi and faced monsters for work and living. So it was natural for me to revert back to instincts that I had gotten from fighting in wars against monsters and immortals.

Remaining in the way that I had been and sipping my tea as if nothing had happened. Never once did I break eye contact with the woman in front of me. I just sat there calmly and looked into the eyes of a killer who I knew could easily overwhelm me with her Prowess, Skills and Tactics.

I was not ready to face opponents on this scale and league. Yet.

"good-morning, Shirou" the woman in front of me greets me casually before going into the kitchen and opening the fridge. "you're up early as ever, eh?"

I Couldn't answer because my mind was already running as fast it could in order to formulate a Response that 'Shirou Emiya' would have made in my place, Not a Response that I would have made.

And as luck would have it, I was a great actor when it came to these things.

"Good-Morning Bazett-Nee" I said with carefully calm and joyful voice of Emiya Shirou. I had spent hours practicing and studying Shirou Emiya's behaviors, Patterns and Personality. I had seen the kid's memories and experienced them as if I was living them. So it was no surprising for me that Combined with a little bit of practice, I'm able to imitate him perfectly.

Though I knew that wouldn't stop Enforcer's instincts from sensing some kind of change.

"You've been up all night again, haven't you?" the enforcer grabs a plate of sandwich from the fridge and closes it before coming to the table and sitting at the opposite of me.

I mentally smirked because she had walked right into one of the 'surprises' that I had made in case things become a little too dangerous for my health.

"I really can't understand it why you work in that damn shack all the time," the enforcer took a bit of her sandwich and chewed on it before gulping it down. "you really should cut it out or else you'll Damage you're health or Sleep time. Though not that would you care, seeing as you would do anything to get to your Dream." She finishes with a mocking tone.

"And what dream would that be, Nee-san?" I said while carefully reviewing the first step of my plan which is going to start right now. It was a dangerous step, one that I would need to carefully consider. Or else it might blow up on my face like a ticking time-bomb.

Not that I don't have one already. The Holy Grail was doing a fine job for that Role.

"Don't make me say it Shirou," the enforcer's voice gains a calm and dangerous tone to it. "I'm not going to say anything about how stupid you're dream is."

And that was the answer that I had been hoping to hear. The difference between Realistic thinking and Wishful thinking of a boy wet behind his ears, was Experience.

Bazett was an enforcer of the Mage association. There were a lot of Dangers and threats within her line work; the Mage association was a den of vipers and vultures that won't hesitate to use any kind of weakness against you, in order to fulfill their own goals and aims. It didn't matter to them if you were an enforcer, or a normal Magi. They would use you as they have used any other tool and then throw you away when you're not useful anymore.

That was the Reason that Shirou Emiya had been forced by the Fraga Clan to throw away his first adopted family's name. As far as the world of Magi considered, Kiritsugu Emiya died and with him, the line of the ancient Magi Family that called themselves 'Emiya'.

Kiritsugu Emiya had made a lot of Powerful Enemies within the world of supernatural And Magi, Enemies that wouldn't hesitate to Destroy and kill anyone who has the Name Emiya on them.

By forcing him to forsake his first adopted name, the Fraga clan had sent a clear message to the world of Magi. Kiritsugu Emiya was dead along with the Emiya Line. Shirou Fraga was 'part' of the Fraga Clan and he did not have any kind of connection with the Magus Killer.

End of story.

Shirou might have seen this as some kind of a betrayal or desecration to the memory of his dead adopted father, but I see this as a pragmatic solution that made sure that no one with a grudge comes after my head.

I already had enough enemies on my plate, I don't need any extras.

Shirou Emiya's dream is to become a superhero, to make sure that no one else cries again and to 'save' those who he couldn't have saved from the Fuyuki fire.

It was a Naïve and foolish dream, and I can't believe that I had once believed in it, a long time ago.

No matter how hard you try, you can't save everyone. There would always be those who will experience hardship and Pain. It was the natural way of the world; Pain and happiness were the beard and butter that come hand in hand with life.

That was Realty. And experience had shown me that fighting against realty did not End well for you. You had to learn to comprehend it, to accept it and move on if you can't do anything about it.

That was why Bazett and Shirou couldn't have gotten along well; she was a Magus who had been forced to grow up quickly with the pains and harshness's of reality being her lessons. She's an Enforcer who had seen how cruel and dangerous the world of Magi is.

And Shirou was… Shirou.

He was distorted; so he can't comprehend the value of his own life and will try to be the 'hero' that would save everyone. He was a Faker; even his own dreams weren't his own but his adopted father's.

But that was Shirou Emiya, the protagonist of Fate stay night. And I was not that Shirou Emiya, I Wasn't going to be the protagonist, but the Monster of Fate stay night. I was going to be the one that will become a Player, Instead of being a Piece in the chessboard or a puppet in a Puppeteer show that is being made by a certain corrupt sadistic Priest.

And the first step to do that was to convince others to take me seriously. In the show, No one took Shirou Emiya seriously because in their eyes, he was an untrained third rated Magus who didn't possess any kind of a serious threat to him. The only thing that made him a threat in their eyes was his Servant, Saber.

It didn't matter if the master of what is considered to be the strongest class within the Holy Grail, had been a third-rated amateur. Saber still had been a formidable Opponent who had managed to hold her own against the likes of Berserker and Lancer.

and Neither one of those two were easy opponents.

"I won't make you say it because honestly, whoever thinks that I'm going to become some kind of a superhero really deserves to be a Moron." I took a sip of my tea before leveling my gaze towards the enforcer sitting in front of me.

Putting her sandwich on the plate, she put her hand under her chin and looked to be with a neutral expression on her face. "So you finely agree that you're dream is nothing more than a stupid wish-full thinking that you got from that man?" she asked with a neutral voice.

"Not a dream," I clarified. "But a mask that Kiritsugu made for me in order to make sure that I could fool those around me into thinking that I'm nothing more than a third-rated distorted Magus who dreams to become a 'hero'."

Instantly I felt a sudden 'whoosh' like sound coming in the air and before I knew it, There was a Fist inches away from my nose. I calmly look to the face of the enforcer who had suddenly stood up -with such speed that was above what a human athlete could ever hope to achieve- and had thrown a precise punch against me, that would have definitely knocked me out cold or killed me by blowing my head off like a watermelon or breaking my skull like a hammer hitting a Nut.

Bazett's speed had been beyond what I had calculated by any means but my 'surprise' had spring itself the moment that she had any harmful intentions and thoughts towards me.

Her strength is not going to be something to be underestimated either.

"You won't be moving without me freeing you from that," I leaned back a little and then finished my tea and put the cup on my side of the table. "The first strike was a warning; The next one will shut down all of your vital organs, And then you'll be good as gone."

I look towards the frozen enforcer, before taking a deep breath. I was never gladder that I had spent time training and learning about Magic and how to be a magician, The notes and spells that I had also learned from one of Percy Jackson's friends had helped me more then I could count.

when you're a demigod, You need every advantage and edge that you could get, in order to survive long enough to even think about finishing high school and going to college.

"Do you know how hard it is to live your life, knowing that someone, sooner or later, is going to come after you just because you're adopted Father had put a bullet between some family members of his?" I looked to the woman's eyes as I spoke the words.

In the show, it did not show much about how Shirou's childhood had been but I knew how it had been in this world.

There were times where Shirou had been so afraid of the darkness that he could not even sleep in his own room alone without someone else being there. He had been afraid that someone was suddenly going to come after him and do something to him, in order to somehow 'hurt' Kiritsugu.

There was a reason that Kiritsugu Emiya had been called the Magus Killer and the amount of body counts that he had in his name, had been the reason why he had been called the Magus Killer.

Kiritsugu had been a killer that killed magi and exterminated them for a living. His moral code was twisted beyond measure and dangerously flexible. And it didn't matter to him how much he had to kill, in order to the save the bigger number of lives.

Ruthless, those who were around him called him. Terrorist, the populations called him. The Magus killer, the Magi and those of the supernatural world called him.

It didn't matter to him what they all called him. Because at the end, at the core of his being, he was a Killer who dreamed to become a hero.

Though, what was a hero?

Was it someone who fought against Injustice and protected the weak? Was it someone who stood for what is 'right' and against something that is 'wrong'?

That question was one with many – and perhaps infinite- answers. But to me, a hero had been someone who was willing to do what was necessary, When others shy away from doing what it needs to be done. A hero was not someone who would be respected and admired and loved. Most of the time, Their lives would end up with tragedy and they become sacrifices for the faceless people who wouldn't even care to learn their names and know about them.

Reality was the boundary between dreams and the real world. And let's face it, sometimes the world doesn't need another hero.

sometimes it needs a monster and Kiritsugu had been that monster.

It was almost funny, how much he and I had in common. although I have more body counts in my name then him. I hadn't been just a killer. I had been a monster that Kept Others safe by doing what needed to be done. I did what those around me didn't have the will to do, I crossed the red tape and lost my humanity, so that others could keep theirs and sleep well in the night while I was seeing nightmare after nightmare.

I did not dream to be a hero, nor did I want to be one. But someone had to do what needed to be done. And for that, I was hated and shunned. Called and viewed to as a cold-hearted monster.

And the ironic thing was that all that I had ever wanted to was to survive and live my life past the expression date that was on all demigods. When you're a demigod, the most hopeless thing for you is to know that not many of your kind lived even long enough to get their high school diploma.

survival was one of the greatest motivations for someone to work hard. And so I had put myself into an intense training regime and conditioning. In order to survive and see the next day of life.

But no matter how hard you try, a Man's strength doesn't just come from his own skills and Resources.

It also comes from his allies and those around him.

Something which I intended to gain right now.

"You and I," I gestured between the enforcer and myself, "we both are on the same side of the Coin, with the difference being that you're an enforcer who can protect herself while I'm nothing more than a third-rate Magus at best who can't even hope to protect himself, in a world full of Magi and killers that are looking to get a piece of him."

With a snap of my finger, the Magical hieroglyph under the pillow that Bazett had been sitting on, deactivates and causes the enforcer to stubble a little bit before she steadies herself. The woman Looks to me with her eyes and this time, there was no trace of the previous mask that had been on her face.

Her eyes were cold and calculating, they were analyzing and look to me with a new light. As if I was someone who she did not recognize anymore. This was not the look that she had given Shirou, The naïve distorted boy.

This was the look that she give towards someone who she knew was not to be underestimated.

"You want me to help you train, don't you?" the enforcer frowns. "That was the Reason that you decided to throw away you're mask, wasn't it? So that you could gain my trust and ask me to teach you how defend you're self."

"No" I shook my head and said the next words without hesitation. "I don't want you to train me to defend myself; I want you to train me to kill. Because let's face it, Mercy is a concept that Magi don't care about and I don't see any Reason to give it towards those who will show me none."

Of course, I knew how to kill efficiently and effectively but I just needed someone who could help me bring my body up to shape and supply me with information and events that are happening in the current timeline of The World of Magi. But the enforcer in front of me didn't need to know that.

It was better for the sake of my health that I keep a lot of cards close and reveal them when I really need to. more importantly, this gives me a excuse that I can use to answer any kind of question or suspicion that might be brought into how I was practicing and doing things that a boy like Shirou shouldn't be able -or know how- to do in the first place.

Shirou was not trained in close quarter combat, hand to hand combat techniques or other kinds of skills that came from someone who had to learn a lot of thing.

Both for the sake of survival and Living.

Things like psychological warfare, Information extraction and other kinds of special ops skills. These skills were not the kind of things that I could be able to explain to anyone without putting myself in risk of being suddenly found out.

I did not want to know what Bazett –or other Magi within this world- would do to me, if she finds out that I'm not the 'Shirou' that she knows. Hence the reason why I'm trying to lay the foundation that would help me avoid a lot of holes that might appear in my cover story in the future.

There a lot of enforcers and Magi who were more cruel and dangerous then Bazett Fraga and I didn't want to get 'deeply acquainted' with them, thank you very much.

The Said enforcer looks down towards the pillow that she had been setting on a few moments ago, she picked up the pillow and looked down towards the runic hieroglyph sign that I had put under the pillow.

She blinks a few times, before her eyes widen a bit with surprise.

"You had studied the runic magic Instruction notes that I give you." she looks to me suspiciously before looking down towards the Magical Runic sign that I had made on the floor. "This one's is in a hieroglyph shape rather than a Irish Sign, It's a Complex Runic array that is made to activate upon detection any kind of a aggressive intent from the one that is standing…" she trailed off before gazing towards me again with a Raised eyebrow.

"You made a Rune that not only activates upon detecting aggressive intent but one that also feeds on the Prana of the decapitated and then use it to kill the Magi after feeding to a certain point of Prana to charge... Do you have any idea what kind of a thing you have made?" She finishes with a deadpan tone.

"I have a feeling that you're going to tell me."

"This is not just a Normal Rune Magic that some amateur third-rated magus can make up after reading a few instruction Notes. This is the work of a professional Magus who has designed something that can be specifically used to kill or decapitate other Magi. So Shirou is there anything else that you forget to reveal to me?"

I did not miss the accusing tone in her voice.

"Bazett, I Just showed you that I have been playing the Naïve distorted fool for years. Do you really think that is the only thing that I have been hiding?" I pointedly glare at the enforcer. "Besides, you don't see me ask you about you're secrets. The least I expect from you is to do the same for me."

"Fair Enough" the enforcer reluctantly agreed, Before pointing with her index finger towards the Mark that I had made on the floor.

To someone who did not knew about the existence of the supernatural world, it might look like a hieroglyphic Like Image that was in form of a small triangle with three small circles within it but for someone who was experienced in the use of Rune Sign Magecraft, It's a complex Magical seal that had various complicated uses and contingencies stored within it.

I can't manipulate the elements to my whim, and I can't hope to overpower my opponents. but what I lacked in raw Power; I countered with flexibility, adaptability and skill.

"How many of these things do you have in this house?" Bazett moves her finger and I instantly see a small ball of raw Prana forming at the tip of her finger and then being sent towards the small seal.

"enough that i can feel at least a bit secure." i said cryptically before looking towards the seal.

The Moment that the small Prana ball hit the seal; it was instantly devoured by it, and then I calmly watched as the seal slowly started to grow and then glow with a faint blue light before it slowly started to grow smaller.

"So it also Uses the gained Prana to expand itself and then start it's other secondary functions. And then it folds and compacts itself back into its original form, in order Protect it's secrets and avoid being analyzed by a structural analyzes spell."

I made a mental note to not underestimate the enforcer's intelligence. This woman had shown that she not only had the power but also the brain, not that I had expected anything else from someone who made her living from killing Rogue Magi.

Bazett was kind, hardworking individual who also had a strong sense of justice and while she's a bit short tempered. She can also be calculating and I can see that while she presents a front of a mature and strong-will women. She's also a bit lonely

I had experienced that loneliness a lot of times and ultimately that loneliness had been the reason that I couldn't hope to establish a Good Relationship with others and had been socially awkward in a lot of situations.

Bazett was the same like in me in that aspect; she's a lonely woman who couldn't hope to establish a meaning connection with her own family because of the fact that most of them were Magi who wouldn't hesitate to use her for their own ends. That was why the woman had sought out companionship in the oddest place that she could have looked for.

In a house of the one of her new 'distant relative' who his name is now Shirou Emiya, a distorted survivor of the great Fuyuki Fire who only had a few people in his life.

And then comes the old saying that Beggars can't be choosers. In time, Shirou had grown on the lonely enforcer and looked to her as some sort of a sisterly-figure in his life.

Even though Shirou's Naivety clashed with her realistic thinking.

I felt a bit guilty manipulating the enforcer a bit but what exactly can I do? I can't tell her that I'm a demigod who somehow ended up in the body of an individual who he had thought to be nothing more than fiction.

"So, do we have a deal?" I ask the enforcer while mentally praying that my demigod rotten luck is not universal.

"On one condition." she puts her arm under chest with a look that I knew all too well, it was the look of a woman who wasn't going to budge on something that she wanted. "You'll give me a few tips in the Rune Magecraft and help me advance my magecraft a little bit; In return, I'll teach you everything that Kiritsugu couldn't, I'll teach you everything that I know about being a Proper Magus."

like I said, beggars can't be choosers and it's not like I can refuse that deal. I need the knowledge, training and the help that she could give me, in order to not only to survive but to think of something that can possibly make sure that I don't end up dead and think about what I'm going to do about the holy grail war and how I'm going to survive when it comes to that.

"You have a deal," I get up with a tired sigh. "Now if you excuse me I have to go shopping."

I can worry about going to the school later, right now; I had a lot of things to do. And I didn't even want to think about how to deal with the headaches that I knew I was going to get in the future.

It was best to cross that bridge when I have reached it.

XX~XoX~XX

The Holy Grail war was a war between seven master and seven legendary Heroic spirits who were summoned by their masters, in order to fight in a battle royal against each other, in order to claim the ultimate prize.

The Holy Grail.

It was not the famous cup of messiah who one would mistake it for when they would hear its name. it was a wish-granting machine which allowed one to make a wish and then it would to make it come true. It didn't matter if you wanted to conquer the world or to take control of the Universe itself, The Grail would provide it.

To understand the Holy Grail war, one would first need to understand how it came to be and how it became what it is now.

One upon a time, there had been three magi families. The Matou, the Tohsaka and the Einzbern. Each one of the three magus families had been powerful in terms of influence, Resources or Magecraft.

And like any other Magus Family, their ultimate goal was to reach Akasha. The Root of all knowledge, and with access to it's records, it would have allowed them to evolve their Magecraft to the height of True Magic itself. To have access to all the knowledge and information that they couldn't even dream off.

To reach their ultimate –yet similar- Goal, the three magus Family decided to pull their Resources together and created a way which would allow them to get what they want. Their purposes and Methods might have been different but the end goal had been the same.

They created a Magical wish granting machine which would allow them to gain access to the Akasha. Of course, all bets and alliances were thrown out of the window when they found out that only one of them could gain what they want and the two others would have to pick up the scraps and start looking for another way to reach the root.

They had pulled their Resources; used their magecraft and spend a lot of considerable time together, In order to create a way to reach the ultimate goal of every magi. only to find out that only one of the three families could claim the rewards for all of their combined efforts.

It was unacceptable for them, so all of it came down to a war between the three Magi. I didn't know about the details of the war but suffice to that say that the memories that I got from Shirou Emiya, told me that things had been so heated that the Mage association was forced to intervene and broker a peace between the three families, or risk the mundane world knowing about the existence of Magecraft and supernatural.

The next Major event that shaped the Holy Grail war was the interference of the church itself that couldn't ignore the fact that there was a wish granting machine in the hands of the Magi of the Mage association and Clock-tower.

There had been a balance of Power between the two Major organizations and the Grail had basically shifted the pedestal. So to avoid all out war and risk the destruction of everything that they both had created and preserved, the church and the mage association agreed that the Holy Grail could not be allowed to be directly in the hands of either of the two organizations.

they both knew that they had to compromise, Otherwise they would risk an all out war against each other or possibly a massive civil war and infighting that would defiantly occur for the possession of the Grail. The Mage association and the church might be two organizations that showed a unified and powerful front but at the core, everyone had their own goals and agendas.

And if there was one thing that the church and the mage association both had in common, it was that both of them were tenacious when it came to reaching their goals.

And let's not forget the fact that should something like an all out war happen between the two organizations, the risk of the existence of the supernatural world being known to the public and the governments would go off the charts. Can you imagine how they would react, once they know that there are individuals who can accomplish feats like manipulating the very elements themselves and stand against armies?

And let's not think about how many revelations and catastrophic events will happen once the world knows about the existence of the hidden supernatural world.

The risk was just too much and unacceptable, because the very existence of the supernatural world was at stake. So the Mage associations and the church were forced to devise a answer which would allow them to avoid all of that.

And so they created the ritual of the heaven's Fel or more commonly known as the Holy Grail war. A battle royal between seven masters and seven heroic spirits, where the three founding families of the Holy Grail war would automatically be given a spot in the said battle-royal and the Rest of the world would simply have to compete with the notion of gaining the command seals which would allow them to join the Holy Grail war.

In the show –or anime- things had not been just this dark. Which confirms one of the theories that I had that the world that I had found myself into was basically a alternative Universe then the one that I had seen from the TV or it was just simply that my luck was so bad that I had possibly ended up in the most darkest Route of the Fate stay night that i did not even knew about.

In this world, the command seals were considered to be highly wanted treasures. And to the Magi, it was one way ticket to their most ambitious, ultimate dream and goal: The Akasha Records.

Assassination, political maneuvering or experimentation.

It didn't matter to them how, but every magus worth their salt wanted to have command seals. And it didn't matter to them how they would gain it, only the end Results mattered to them.

And now looking in front of the mirror, I could only look towards my reflection on the mirror. And think about how really I had my work cut out for me. After buying a good hair dye, I had instantly started to dye my hair to the normal color that I had liked back in my 'previous life'.

To me it was a sign that I was not Shirou Emiya and that my previous life was gone. I will mourn for it and will cry like any other Person that finds himself in a world that he had once thought to be nothing more than fiction and will have to fight against the odds that are against him, in order to survive.

Dying my hair black, is a way for me to move on and send a deep message to myself whenever that I look into the mirror. My name is now Shirou Fraga and perhaps one day, I will reclaim the word 'Emiya' but that day was long away from now. First I have to carve my way into the Holy Grail war, and I had no illusion that there will be many who will be standing in my way.

They will show me no mercy and will kill or sacrifice me for their own goals and ambition. And this is why that I have no qualms about showing them why they must fear me. These Magi might think that they have seen true war and darkness but the truth was that they have merely adopted the Dark.

I was born into the Dark, molded by it and then forced to face countless opponents both legendary and immortal, who wanted to kill –or eat me, depending on the circumstances- simply because I was born as a demigod. I have gazed into the true face of Tartarus and the primordial has gazed right back at me. and By the time that I had seen the light, it had been nothing more than a blinding for me.

now, it was time to show these Magi what it means to be a monster. They're nothing against the real monsters that I had faced. And frankly, the most important thing was that they die when you killed them. Not like the monsters that went into Tartarus and reformed at a later time and came back and attempted to kill you again.

They die. Like me and any other human being.

"Let the game begin." The Smile that had formed on my face was not a innocent smile that you might find on the face of a boy, it was the smile of a trickster who had tricked and manipulated both immortal and mortal alike, it was the smile of a man who had fought against both myths and Legends alike.

It was the smile of a Monster who was going show the supernatural world the true meaning of fear and destruction.