Hey Hey Hey, Don't sue me! I don't own Fate/Stay Night or High-school DxD! But I mean, pretty standard intro right? To note, it ain't going to be about Shirou. As of now that is. But maybe later! This idea has been bouncing around in my head for a while now, so I might as well start writing.

(No pairings as of yet)

Other info- To those who are coming because of my other fic, alas. I'm struggling on where I want to go from where I am now on there, so it is on the back-burner. Apologies

IMPORTANT- Would enjoy having a beta-reader

A world made for war, made to be an endless factory of outpouring weapons. A desolate landscape filled with smoke and swords, the ground forgotten and dead. Massive gears hung many miles above in the sky, a mockery of the concept of gravity. In this lonely world stood a man standing at just above 6ft in a red outfit, the former shroud of a saint. He wore black body armor with white lines crisscrossing it in a stylized look, and was wearing what looked similar to a kilt, but was just his red shroud hanging down, tied off. His eyes were the color of steel, had pure white hair, and had his arms crossed, a puzzled look on his face.

However, he was not the only inhabitant of this world of swords. There were two other beings in the world, locked in conversation. One of them was a tall woman dressed in greens and with a crown of olive leaves, while the other was the most beautiful woman imaginable. Her hair was whatever color anybody perceived it as, the same with her dress and overall looks. These two were Gaia, the will of the Earth, and Alaya, the will of humanity. These two were usually at odds towards each other, but were locked in deep conversation.

The man in red was interested in this conversation, simply because of the two people who were talking. Alaya was his commander/ slave overlord... thing? She represented the overall will of humanity to grow stronger, survive, learn, and adapt. Obviously, he vehemently disliked his slave driver, as to save humanity, she often sent him to massacre anything that threatened humanity, including witnesses. Man woman or child. However, Gaia was no friend to him as well. Gaia was the overall will and strength of the Earth. Needless to say, she hated humanity, as she didn't need them to survive, but they needed and even harmed her to survive. She also weakened his magecraft, his ability to create a world of swords. He was at a loss for what could have driven them to such deep conversation, so he attempted to listen in. Attempt being the key word.

"'Send him to...' We need to work together as...' NO! this isn't a scheme...' Why?...' ... best interest...'" They kept casting furtive glances towards him, and continued talking.

"Oi," the man in red called out. "If you two are actually talking somewhat amiable, and in my world no less... What are you two planning to do with me?" In normal circumstances, the man would have simply sat on his hill of swords contemplating his existence. He had grown bitter from the tens of thousands of times he had no control of his body and was forced to kill millions, but this interested him. What was so important that it could drive sworn enemies to help each other?

Gaia peered disdainfully towards the man, and then sneered at him, asking, "And what business of yours is that Counter Guardian? You are but a slave to Alaya's will. Why would we ever tell you?" The man simply raised his arms wide, and the weapons arose. Thousands. Halberds, axes, pikes, spears, knives, short-swords, long-swords, hand-and-a-half swords, maces, hammers, katanas. There were weapons of gods. There were weapons of lowly mercenaries. Weapons of heroes. Weapons of villains. Weapons of comrades. Weapons of traitors. Weapons meant to bring peace. Weapons meant to spill blood. Weapons that were known as legends. Weapons that were forgotten. A world made for war.

"Because," the man began, "This is my world. It is all that I have, and ever will be. Alaya may control me, but my body is made of swords. Steel is my body, and fire is my blood"

"Now now Shi-" Alaya was cut off when the man suddenly snarled,

"That is not my name. I gave that up."

"Ah, of course, my little archer, but still. Be nice to our guests." She grinned a demeaning, mocking smile, resembling how an owner would smile at an offending puppy that had just made a mess. The man stiffened at the reminder of his slavery and old name, but held back any remarks. She could always make him go on genocide runs more often, and although he was jaded and cynical, he would rather not. But he was a sword in his soul, so he calmed himself, and held his tongue.

"So!" Alaya continued, "We plan to send you across multiple dimensions in order to save all of humanity in that dimension!" Gaia made herself known with an 'ahem' and looked at Alaya. "Well... The Earth too."

The man paused for a second, before letting the weapons fall. He had an interested, if slightly questioning look on his face. "And why exactly," the man paused, "would you to need to work together to do this?"

Gaia was the one who responded to his question, "Well, Counter Guardian, it is beyond Alaya's power to send more than simply a shell made of prana anywhere. This mission would require so much time and strength, she needed me to shape a mortal body for you to use when you arrive. That. And the fact that If I could, I would simply send a monster to destroy everything plaguing the Earth, but alas. They would not be strong enough."

Alaya giggled before turning to the man, "Also, neither of us have the power to bridge dimensions and time, only time. So guess who we made a request of to help us? The person who can cross dimensions."

"By the Root no!" the man was backing away, looking absolutely terrified. "Not dimensions," he whimpered, realizing exactly what that entailed, "that will involve HIM!" Seemingly at this proclamation, a rainbow colored portal opened behind the man, and out stepped his worst nightmare.

"Well it's good to see you Emiya!" The newcomer said. He was tall, pale, and a vampire. This man was known as the Zelretch, the Old Man of the Jewels, and scared Emiya more than Alaya ever would. He wouldn't even contradict him on his name, simply because of how strong the vampire was compared to him. Sure, they could fight for a couple of minutes on an even level until Zelretch got bored. Then, Zelretch would send Emiya to an alternate dimension to troll him, quite possibly involving a literal world of nudist men who paraded anyone wearing red as a god. And... well... That scared him more than any torturous fate.

Zelretch had been able to fight on the level of the literal king of vampires. While he was still a mortal. He had stopped a copy of the moon barreling towards the Earth and destroy it, all while he was still a mortal. That had been hundreds of years ago. He had been turned into a vampire and weakened, but he had hundreds of years drawing magical energy from parallel worlds. Needless to say, very scary.

"Welcome Zelretch." Alaya gave a nod of acknowledgement, before continuing to explain the upcoming trip to Emiya, "So to keep things short, this alternate Earth may or may not be in danger of being completely destroyed, along with humanity. I need Gaia to help as she will make a mortal body for you to use, as this will be a much longer mission than usual. And...

"Say it." Gaia was smug and smirking, while silently giggling to herself.

"Fine..." Alaya grumbled, "Due to the fact that this will send your soul to a dimension where humans are not strong enough to fully manifest me... Our contract will be null and void. You will be free."

Any normal man in this situation would have jumped to this offer like a drowning man would grab onto a life-jacket. But Emiya knew something was off. "No Alaya... What is the catch?" he pondered, before gasping softly, "No way. If humans still have yet to have a chance to develop you, this means one of two things. Either this world is still in the Age of the Gods, or a Type has invaded. Are you sending me on a suicide mission?"

"Emiya, Emiya. Why would I ever agree to do that?" Zelretch had cut in. "You see Emiya, while I may take delight in trolling people, I would not agree to send you to a world that you could only die in. That isn't any fun. Think harder Emiya, and it isn't a Type by the way. Due to the Age of the Gods being in effect, Gaia does not have a strong presence either. You will have a many times stronger ability to practice magecraft.

"Also, I will give you intel on what exactly it is you will be facing. Ever read the Bible Emiya?" Alaya asked.

"No. My father was an atheist and I never read up. But you already know that, or at least, the old man does." Emiya seemed unhappy about the mission,but when the Old Man of the Jewels wanted something, you made it happen.

"Too bad. You will most likely have to deal with the Abrahamic pantheon, along with quite possibly a few others. Good luck Emiya" Alaya said these last few lines to her greatest Counter Guardian, as Zelretch threw him into a portal.

"Emiya likes this deal more than he would ever let on. It might even be enough to change him from this jaded bastard of a hero that you made him into Alaya. The only reason that I would aggree to this is because it might fix that poor boy's broken soul. I really can't stand you otherwise." Zelretch was talking seriously, had lost his jovial tone, and had a scowl on his face.

"I did not make him into a jaded bastard! We made a deal," Alaya attempted to defend herself from the verbal barrage.

Gaia, always looking to make Alaya look bad, smirked before stating, "Really? Then what is that?"

Turning to look at what Gaia was pointing at, Zelretch and Alaya were faced with a truly astonishing sight. The smog was starting to clear up, not a lot, but simply by the opportunity to be free, you could see a little bit easier. By no means was the world beautiful or made clean, but it was a start. A single ray of sunshine entered the world. However, the world began to crumble and break, perhaps as some sign of Emiya's new freedom. Gaia simply walked away, and dissipated in a whirlwind of leaves. Alaya simply vanished. Zelretch grinned before walking into a portal to the Kaleidoscope. He stopped, and seemed to talk to himself.

"Hmph. I've met all that boy's other selves. The one that managed to learn from this mockery of a hero, the one that could only ever make Caliburn, and even the one who had forsaken becoming a hero of justice. But who knows? Maybe he will find love, or even make it to Avalon after he dies. I wonder... I will watch his journeys. It might even be hilarious, knowing his luck."

"Well," Zelretch stated, a twinkle in his eyes, "How shall you make use of this new freedom, Shirou Emiya?"

THAT'S A WRAP! CUT! woohoo! Chapter 1 is done! I do suppose I have notes to share some of which may contain spoilers, depending on how you connect the dots. Also, check out Drow79's Holding All The Cards. Great cross. To note, they are not in fact set in the same universe, however I may make Scathach vs. Archer into an Omake? Just shouting out an amazing author and story.

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-Gaia and Alaya's powers have time to grow

-Time periods

-Relations between the factions

-Important Wars threatening to destroy the Earth and Humanity

- Good and Evil are opposite powers. As are Holy and Devil. As are Godly and Demon (Devil is a "subclass" like thing). As are Light and Dark As are hero and ? no spoilers :3

-Emiya has a chance to be a true hero, and maybe change

Do some math kids, and don't blame me if you figure it out. I warned you.

Ranger Strider, signing out