A/N: Hey everyone, just so you all know, this is my first fanfic written, so helpful criticism welcome, but flaming is a no go. This Fanfic was inspired by a few others on this site, so if there seems to be similiarities, it is simply because I took inspiration, but the credit for original ideas goes to them, and the Shirou in my fic is slightly oc, with a basis on the Nua Realta route, but with a few twists, and any differences are due to my lack of knowledge in both canon.

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN FATE OR Campione! OR ANYTHING. Both are trademarks owned by their respective publishers. This is an unpaid free fanfiction, so if your paying to read this, then you got ripped off.

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God Slaying Blade Works: The King of Wrought Iron

Prologue Part 1: Initial Report of the Naples Incident and Birth of the 8th Campione

In response to the orders of Sir Paolo Blendelli, former Diavollo Rosso and leader of the Knights of the Copper-Black Cross, I hereby give my report of the hereby now named "Naples Incident," and the aftermath of its investigation, and the birth of the 8th Campione. I proceeded to the town of Naples to investigate the sudden surge of flames that was determined to be of divine origin, as part of an emergency dispatch from the local branch of our order. Upon Arrival, my men encountered trouble in the form of horrific curses imbued into the flames, causing all those to be burnt or exposed to the infernal mud unleashed to suffer death curses. Though weak at first, the curses themselves seems to grow more powerful as the effects seem to stack unto one another, enhancing the effects. Individually, these curses were not very strong, but the end result of these curses is one certain outcome. Death. We proceeded to try and rescue any and all survivors we could locate, mostly nothing but brutally burned civilians or those who seemed to bear what seemed like lacerations similar to blade wounds, or any combination of the two, in addition to mental instability from the curses eating away at their sanity.

While resting and attempting to conserve our strength from rescue efforts, my fellow knights and I saw someone riding a Divine mount, a winged horse, flying from the sky in the very direction of its epicenter, and proceeded to redouble our efforts to move forward. While delayed by these cursed flames and infernal mud, we stumbled upon survivors, who had been exposed to the hell that was the Heretic Gods descent. We rescued everyone we could, but most of them were driven insane, or been killed by what had appeared to be skewered on numerous weapons of varying makes and types. My men realized the city had been caught up in what seemed to be a battle between two Heretic Gods, with the city as a battleground.

We made our way to the center of the disaster area, warding ourselves as best we could, but falling one by one to the curses, until only I remained with the strength to keep moving. In the center of the hellscape, surrounded by the cursed flames, seemingly untouched by the curses, was the central square, with three crosses stabbed into the ground, crudely formed, and appeared to have remnants of restraints where individuals were tied to them. Then I saw something that froze me in my tracks and caused my mind to grind to a screeching halt. The area in question appeared to have been the center of the disaster, with the area protected with a barrier made from the gods power to serve as the epicenter of its authority, but it was the four maidens whom were standing there who caught my attention, each beauties in their own right, and seemed agitated as if they were worried and waiting for something, or someone.

The first was a young girl, with snow white hair, pale white skin, and ruby red eyes, wearing a white skirt and pants, and an orchid colored jacket with white buttons, with a matching purple hat and a whit scarf around her neck. She possessed such raw amounts of prana leaking from her body, that, coupled with her appearance, she could have actually passed for a snow fairy with the contrast between her and the hellfire burning around her, and possessed an air of nobility, no doubt from a prestigious mage family, and most noticeably bore European features, possibly German by the High German accent she possessed while arguing with one of the other maidens.

The second was a young woman with waist-length raven black hair in a twin-tailed style that accented her aquamarine blue eyes, wearing a red blouse with a silver cross design, a black mini-skirt, with black stockings, and seemed to be arguing with the first girl in what appeared to be High German. Most noticeably were her Asian features, coupled with the aura she emanated with her prana, something I have only ever felt with some of my mentors back when I was but a squire training in the ways of spell craft, like a great scholar of magic or sage of the arcane arts, no doubt she is a powerful witch, despite her seemingly teenage years.

The third was trying to diffuse the argument with the first two. She possessed violet colored eyes and hair, cut in a shoulder length bob cut with a red ribbon tying her hair up. She wore a white blouse with a light brown vest and a long black skirt. She seemed to give of a kind and timid appearance, almost shy at first glance, but the empty look in her hers, coupled with the dark feel of her Prana, in addition to the ludicrous amount of magical energy she seemed to emanate, she was not someone to take lightly just from her demure attitude. The sheer amount of prana she gave off was enough to make me think she may have divine blood in her veins, maybe two or three generations removed, while being only a year younger than the second in appearance.

The last maiden, however, gave me absolute pause, considering the sheer presence she seemed to bear. She was a tall woman, wearing a leather body-suit in a very revealing skin tight fashion that left nothing to the imagination, while wearing a blindfold of purple leather reminiscent of snake skin. She possessed long pale lavender hair that reached down to her hips, and a strange runic symbol seemingly written on her forehead. She was about late 20's, early 30's, with a very generous set of curves that showed she was definitely not ordinary, coupled with the sheer prana she was giving off, was most likely a Divine Ancestor or a Fallen Goddess, similar to Athena, whose power was weakened and was seeming almost detached and unemotional at first, but showed signs of agitation.

While I was about to call out to them when I finally got my wits together enough to string together coherent thoughts, a sudden surge of prana filled the area and caused a spatial distortion to suddenly occur. When the first three maidens sensed it, all four of them snapped to attention in it's direction, and causing them to tense up, worrying over what was coming. What came out of it was a sight I swear to the day I draw my last breath will be a memory whose beauty will be forever ingrained into my memory.

From the Spatial distortion came a young man, and his very appearance took my breathe away and caused what words I had to die in my throat. A young man, no older than 17, with a rusty auburn red hair in a short spiky locks, with streaks of white along his hair, and an abnormally serene, peacefully innocent smile on his face. He was wearing dark jeans and sneakers, but his shirt was absolutely ruined, but from its tattered remnants was possibly a white sweater with blue sleeves, but was ruined from the obvious battle he had no doubt engaged in. On his left arm was a holy shroud tied to his wrist, while his right arm seemed to possess a series of tribal sword tattoos, going from the back of the hand just below the knuckle, all the way up to his upper arm, just below the shoulder. But it was his body that drew the eye, for it was a tapestry of scars from constant battles, creating a seemingly contradictory scene of a peacefully benevolent saint, with the holy shroud tied to his left wrist coupled with his purely innocent smile, and the image of a battle hardened warrior, with the tribal tattoos along his right arm and the scars along his body, in the hellish flames surrounding him.

When the young man appeared out of the dimensional tear, the four maidens appeared to noticeably relax, and rushed forwards to where he slowly drifted to the ground moments later, almost light as a feather. The serenity of his peaceful smile was completely at odds with his surroundings, enough to cause even these four maidens to pause for a few moments at the sheer beauty of the scene before them before rushing to check on him. I suddenly snapped out of my daze, almost like a breaking from a trance, and called out to them, only for them to turn to me in an apparent threatening manner, with various battle stances, before the Divine Ancestor called to the other three maidens and grabbed the teen, no the young man, and proceeded to run from the area in all haste. It was in that moment that that I, Sir Alistair Alexandria Crowley, Senior Great Knight of the Copper-Black Cross, bore witness to the birth of the Eighth Child of Pandora, for the newest of Devil Kings has been confirmed.

After our initial investigation and subsequent relief efforts, we received reports of the same quartet of maidens following the new Devil King into battle, first against the Heretic God Perseus, threatening to slay one of the maidens accompanying him, and stealing the rest, which caused him to become fiercely defensive in response, and seemed to anger him with his blatant disregard for collateral damages caused from his assault, followed by Melqart, who seemed to take offense at the idea of the new king's presence when the Seventh Campione had weakened him, left him in a significantly reduced state, and had no desire to allow a god slayer to be near him when he was only just regained his true strength from his battle with King Kusanagi Godou, and was summarily slain when he had attempted to destroy the whole of Italy with his rage. He then proceeded to slay Hades, while en route to Japan, via some bizarre flying contraption he rode with the four maidens all part of his entourage.

During the first two encounters, we failed to make contact with the Eighth King, but we succeeded in at least finding his general itinerary and identity. The first encounter left us no time to speak before they fled, the second time we learned of his presence, but failed to get there in time to get more than a general gist of whatever conversation they had before running off to wherever they went and his name. Emiya Shirou. The third battle with Melqart resulted in overhearing the Eighth Campione trying to reason with the Heretic God, but ultimately resulted in him being forced to slay the rogue God king. During the fourth encounter, when he battled Hades, there was a knight who had managed to follow him, and saw the fight unfold on an uninhabited island, and he noticed the new king tried to reason with Hades, but his pleas went ignored. He was slain from throwing himself on King Emiya's sword, screaming something about not owing any favors, and "not suffering such an insult."

This Knight had apparently approached them, but was subsequently hypnotized in a manner that has never before been seen, with a school of magic never before encountered. He was apparently questioned, and forced to reveal everything he knew under compulsion, but was summarily knocked out by the aftereffects of the magic. He was however able to learn some very important facts about the new Devil King.

First, the Eighth Campione is a Japanese teenager named Emiya Shirou, but whom all investigations have turned up a complete dead end. His companions are four maidens, each of peerless beauty in their own rights, including a Divine Ancestor whom the newest Devil King has actually bound to himself, not a mother earth goddess forcibly bound to a god of steel, but willingly consented to being bound to a god slayer, with an origin, not of steel, but of Sword. And the most important part of this report is my recommendation to send word to the Japanese King, warning him of the newest of his siblings heading for Japan, as said knight revealed the were talking about heading to japan just before he lost consciousness. If the two Japanese kings were to meet, I fear what may happen, as it would be like a tiger and a dragon sitting in the same cave, claiming it as their domain. The two newest Campione seem like reasonable kings, but it would be in my greatest recommendation in my humble opinion to warn the Japanese Mages Association of the current predicament. Further investigations are recommended for future decisions regarding the Eighth Campione, Emiya Shirou, the newest Child of Pandora and God Slaying Devil King.

~Summary of the report of the "Naples Incident" and the Eighth Campione sent to the Wittenagemont by Sir Alistair Alexandria Crowley, Senior Great Knight of the Order of the Copper-Black Cross, and Knight-Commander of the Naples branch of the Copper-Black Cross, by order of Paolo Blendelli, former Diavollo Rosso and leader of the Order of the Copper-Black Cross.

A/N: So here's the first chapter, as you all just noticed, it is just the first prologue, I am planning a two, possibly three part prologue, depending on whether or not I need the extra to explain the transition from the Nasuverse to the Campione!verse, but for the most part I will try to mesh the knowledge I have of the two together enough to make sense, but if you try to disagree, then keep in mind, my knowledge is mostly from wikipedia and what I do know. And next Chapter will have Shirou's Stat sheet at the end, to give you an idea of just how powerful he is. See ya next chapter! Peace Out!