An Ancient Past Chapter 1

A Highschool DxD x Fate Stay Night fic

The universe swirled a colorful vortex of time and reality; ever-shifting and changing. Things should have never spiraled this out of hand.

The plan was simple but already a stretch. Defeat the King of Kings.

No small feat for any man or servant.

While Shiro came prepared with borrowed mana and his Reality Marble that was distinctly suited for the King, it was a constant uphill battle.

Gilgamesh was strong. The kind of unnaturally strong that defined generations.

Each shot from his Gate screamed and wailed loudly in the wind cutting and twisting the air into trailing razors. Every Phantasm fired was stronger than the last, proved a new hurdle to climb as their legendary nature wrought havoc upon Shiro's Distorted Reality.

Gram, Caladbolg, Harpe, Houtengek, Dáinsleif, Durandal, Ascalon, and so many more peerless legends all carelessly fired with a frustrating ease rained down upon the struggling Faker.

The Mana seemed to disappear faster than it came as Shiro fought furiously to simply keep pace with the King.

The small silver lining that Shiro received was that through the battle and the constant use of both Tracing, and Gate of Babylon, Shiro was able to receive a glimpse into the Gate itself dramatically boosting his almost impossible chances to simply slim and unlikely.

But through some mix of miracle and Gilgamesh's own hubris, Shiro found himself staring down the furious, but defeated now one-armed king.

Unfortunately, that's when everything went south.

The world stilled for a split second before reality fractured.

The Golden King lurched violently as the Grail manifested a dark, malevolent burst of prana on his side greedily pulling the Servant toward its midnight pulsing core.

Before either of the two could react, the hole burst and twisted outward, seemingly consuming the King in entirety.

One fleeting moment is all it took.

Shiro allowed one shallow breath, a miniscule respite and paid dearly for it.

Before he realized a golden chain violently ripped out of the void wrapping a constricting grip around his arm as Gilgamesh rather distastefully, yet valiantly fought to escape the Grail's Void.

Both adversaries fought tooth and nail to escape the terrible pull of the Grail.

All for naught.

The void rippled with force shattering the Golden Chain and rupturing the very ground Shiro was standing on.

This is where we find our Hero.

Tumbling down the rabbit hole of void alongside a fading Gilgamesh, desperately searching for any glimmer of hope.

While Shiro was furiously searching for a way out, Gilgamesh decided to simply create one.

One last Gate revealed the Star of Creation, Ea rotating its shafts preparing to fire.

Fortunately or not depending on how one sees it, the Grail responded to Shiro's base desires of survival in an effort to manifest itself upon the world culminating in a Desperately wishing Shiro, a firing Ea from a fading Gilgamesh, and a Manifesting grail, as they swirled down towards the root.

There was light, there was power, and everything went blank for Shiro as he lost himself in the void.

An Ancient Past Prologue

Hey, How's it going. This is a Fate/DxD fic I'll be doing as writing practice and a pleasant break from writing my book. I wanted to squeeze a small prologue out since I had the time today but I should be updating about once a week or so but life happens so you never know I guess. I always answer PM's if you have questions but otherwise, see you around space cowboy.

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