Chapter 1: Summoning a Demon

"Fill, fill, fill'er up."

A young man's voice sung in near darkness as he continued to carefully and skillfully paint his latest masterpiece. The only light in the living room came from a small television; the channel on the local news station. The reporter was explaining how a serial killer was on the lose. The artist in the dark studio laughed.

His hands were wet and warm from his paint, his nostrils were clogged with it's sharp scent, his beautiful studio was splattered artfully with his paint's pure ruby shine. It was a near perfect scene, a near perfect moment, for perhaps a near perfect work of art.

He didn't believe in true perfection, however. Perfection was impossible, unattainable, and worst of all, sterile. Beauty was in imperfection, in life, in mistakes and uniqueness. So, he didn't mind the imperfections in his work and studio.

The TV's droning about his pasts works, the child's sniffling in the corner, the temperature in the living room too warm for his tastes. All imperfections; however, all spices and flavors and music that made it all wonderful, unique, and cool.

All of it was all leading to something truly, truly cool as well. At least it might, if he could get the instructions in the old book right. He had painted the symbols, said the words, and even gotten a "magical catalyst" online that he thought might help.

All the perpetrations had taken a lot of work, and in all honesty took some fun out his usual enjoyments with the process of creating art. However, even the things you enjoyed most could get boring if they were all you ever did. Expanding and broadening one's hobbies and interests was important for personal and artistic development after all.

So as Ryuunosuke leafed through the old book, he minded his blood covered fingers on the yellowed pages, and bit down on his lip to control his frustrations. The instructions were archaic, confusing, and used several old Japanese words people hadn't spoken in hundreds of years. The old book always gave Ryuunosuke a headache whenever he tried to read from it. Still despite the difficulty; who would pass up on a chance to summon a real-life demon!? If this actually worked; it would be the coolest thing he had ever done!

"Do you think demons exist kiddo?" Ryuunosuke asked his young gagged and bound victim as he finished the last bit of swirling symbols on his painted blood circle on wooden floor.

The young boy was lying in terror in a corner of the former living room and his response was muffled cries of terror; music that made Ryuunosuke smile as he turned off the TV and carefully stepped over his blood drawn demon summoning circle. It was a beautiful and complex piece of art that had taken several previous failures to get even close to right.

Ryuunosuke decided it would be best to tidy up a little before summoning the demon. He moved the buckets of harvested blood to the dining room table, adjusted the living room couch for more room, and moved the two bodies of his victims to a vacant corner. He made sure the child was still able to see the bodies of his dead parents though. No reason to make the kid feel lonely.

Ryuunosuke, finishing up his cleaning, decided that the kid would want to know what was happening, so he explained as best he could to the nine year old.

Ryuunosuke was a murderer, somewhat of a minor celebrity in the news now actually. A serial killer that people had begun calling a demon. However, a question had struck him one day. What if there were real demons in the world? That would be rude to the real demons, if he a normal human was being called one of them, right?

Luckily, he had found an old book from his ancestors that talked about summoning demons, and had even gotten lucky searching online and found a knife that was supposed to have been used to sacrifice people to gods. If it was good enough for gods, surely it would be good enough for a demon, right? It was an old rusted thing. Small, pointed and shaped like a mini European long sword.

Ryuunosuke thought it looked Western. All the website had said was that it was from England, used in magic rituals, and was gilded with gold and cooper. The hilt was tattered leather and the three-inch long steel blade was dulled worst now than any kitchen knife's edge. Still Ryuunosuke wasn't a real demon, so he didn't understand a real demon's tastes. Maybe there was some special magic to the knife that demons and gods liked or something?

Wouldn't hurt to offer the demon to kill the kid with the knife, and if it didn't want that he had plenty of other knives he or the demon could use. The demon probably wouldn't even really care he imagined, and would just eat the kid whole.

Ryuunosuke finished his explanation to the now crying and thrashing child. Seemed the kid wasn't amazed by the opportunity to see and be sacrificed to a real-life demon. Oh well, he was too young to understand things that were truly unique and cool. Ryuunosuke wondered how many people nowadays were killed by demons? Couldn't be that many, right?

He laughed at the thought as the child sobbed on the wooden floor.

"I wonder what its like to be killed by a demon!" Ryuunosuke shouted through his laughter.

"Not many people get to experience that- ow!" Ryuunosuke winced as his laughter died and a sharp pain strung his right hand.

"What is…" He muttered in amazement as red swirling symbols seemed to bleed into and solidify as a tattoo on his hand. The tattoo was strange, the symbols like nothing he had ever seen before, and they were glowing slightly on his skin. His hand was sore as if he really had gotten a tattoo just finished.

Light and wind suddenly assaulted the room causing Ryuunosuke to stumble back away from the source and nearly fall over a chair. The sudden lights and winds were coming from the demon circle. It even began crackling with small bolts of blue electricity as the light dimmed and turned to a softer glow.

Ryuunosuke stood mere feet from the activating demon circle dumfounded; it was actually working. A blue mist came from the circle, covering the room. From the mist a figure was beginning to appeared, like a ghost from beyond the veil of the living world.

Ryuunosuke gasped as he stared at the appearing mystic figure. He had truly done it! Summoned a real-life demon! This was… was… so cool!

Ryuunosuke's brown eyes widened as the blue mist faded and a soft feminine voice spoke from the center of the blood circle.

"I ask of you. Living child. Are you my Master?"

"Wha… wha?" Ryuunosuke mumbled confused by the voice of the demon, and even more so by it's appearance.

"I am Caster. Summoned from the embrace of the Great Earth and wisdom of the Great Mystery to aid you. May I have your name? Summoner?"

The demon's light red eyes took in it's surroundings curiously. The ruined living room, Ryuunosuke, the buckets of blood, the bound and gagged child.

"Who are you?" The demon asked again, its voice gentle and soft like a young mother's.

"Uhh… I'm Uryuu Ryuunosuke." The young serial killer scratched his head in confusion and slight frustration at his demon's appearance. A short, young woman cloaked in a red cape edged with gleaming copper. She had pure white hair flowing down from her shoulders like rivers of freshly fallen snow. Hardily demonic, and in all honesty a complete let down.

"I'm currently unemployed, and I like killing people, pretty much. Especially kids and young women… ehh… no offensive, Miss Demon."

The demon continued to stare at him pleasantly, with a small polite smile on her young face. Ryuunosuke decided she was creepy, and maybe there was something a little demonic about her red… no pink eyes. They seemed to glow in the darkness. That was cool he guessed.

"I see. Do not worry, summoner. I take no offense." The pink-eyed demon stepped out of the circle of blood and stood before him. She stared at him with unnatural ethereal pink, and he stared back with dark earthly brown. He felt inadequate before her gaze.

Ryuunosuke could now see that her skin was tan, and her features were not Japanese. She couldn't be older than twenty. On her left cheek was a small red tattoo. An almost delicate looking Christian cross painted onto her light brown skin. Ryuunosuke had to stopped himself from touching it.

"Our contract was made. We are connected in Fate and in our desire for the Holy Grail."

Ryuunosuke didn't understand the demon's words. However, he could tell they were of importance in some way.

"Ok… not sure what any of that means. Hey you want this knife? Its supposed to be special or something. I got a sacrifice for you too. You wanna eat the kid?"

He handed her the knife and pointed towards the bound child, who screamed and thrashed in terror.

The demon took the knife and stared at it for a moment.

"This was gift from Sir Raleigh… so that's why I was summoned." Ryuunosuke heard her mutter. So, the knife was hers or used to be? Was that a weird coincidence? Why she was summoned instead of some other demon? Ryuunosuke didn't know, and he doubted it even mattered.

The demon woman turned away after her soft mutterings and walked toward the sacrificial child, who continued his muffled screams as she approached. Ryuunosuke couldn't help but notice how graceful the demon was. The short distance towards the child was reached far too quickly for his taste. He had wanted to watch the demon move more. It was strangely enticing.

He was taken from his trace and stared in horror and disappointment as the demon untapped the boy's limbs and took the gag from his mouth.

"Do you have other family nearby little one?" The demon spoke and smiled kindly as the child nodded.

"That is a grace you should be forever grateful towards little one. Make your way to them."

Ryuunosuke felt bile rise-up in his stomach. This was no demon! He had been tricked!

He voiced his anger and digest at the "demon" as the child ran passed him. "Hey! What is wrong with you!?"

The woman continued smiling at him. "Have I upset you, summoner?"

Ryuunosuke pulled at his hair in frustration at the fake demon's actions. He heard the front door open and close. The boy had escaped! Ryuunosuke could never have imagined that summoning a demon could possibly go so horribly wrong! He felt tears of anger beginning to well up in his eyes.

"You… this is horrible! I can't believe… how could you!" He roughly wiped the tears from his eyes.

"Summoner. Lets us get some fresh air." Ryuunosuke felt a small hand on the spine of his back. He moved to shove it away and hit the small fake demon woman. However, instead he found himself walking out the living room, down the hallway, into the kitchen, and finally outside into a fenced backyard.

The hand was removed, and he was able to move of his own will again.

"What the hell was…" Ryuunosuke stumbled and fell to his knees into soft green grass.

It was beautiful day. The sun was shining, the birds were chirping, there was warmth and life. It was all ungodly ugly to Ryuunosuke, and he realized it was possibly the worst day of his entire life.

"Summoner. This tree. Do you see it?"

Ryuunosuke raised his head and looked at the fake demon ahead of him. She was gazing at a large tree near the center of the backyard. A large Yew Pine. Its leaves green with a sheen of yellow. It's bark a strong dark brown.

A bat, baseball and catcher's mitt were lying in the grass next to Ryuunosuke. The family that he had nearly killed couldn't even be bother to clean up after themselves. He hated them and the fake demon. At least the mother and father had died. He could always fix the fake demon's sabotage and go after the kid later.

"This tree is old and strong." The fake demon pressed a soft hand to the rough bark of the ancient tree. Ryuunosuke meanwhile shook with anger.

"Who cares about a stupid tree! You ruined everything! Stupid fake demon! What did I do that was so wrong to be cursed with you!?"

He grabbed the baseball from the dirt and threw it at the fake demon with all the strength he could muster while on his knees. It flew and struck true. Striking the woman in the back of the head. The ball seemed to have been more hurt than her as it bounced off the woman's head and rolled back into the grass. Unnoticed by the white-haired demon.

"Plenty of people have said before I was a curse on their lives and a demon. I don't believe I have ever been called a fake demon before though." The woman giggled and took her hand from the tree. Facing Ryuunosuke again with the same soft smile that she had been wearing the entire time.

"Summoner do you know any of these words? Servant, Master, Holy Grail? In the context of my summoning? In the context of the Holy Grail War?"

Ryuunosuke continued to glare with hatred at the woman. "I don't know about any of that! I just wanted to summon a demon! Was that too much to wish for!?" The serial killer bemoaned his fate as the fake demon lost her smile.

"I suppose I have already granted your wish then..."

Ryuunosuke felt fear spike in his chest at the dark skinned woman's words. He wasn't sure why. True she had ignored the baseball thrown at her, so she was tougher than she looked, but she looked… so unthreatening. In the light of the day he could see underneath her red cloak was a white two-piece swimsuit like outfit. Covering her chest, a white small shirt, more a sports-bra than a proper shirt. Her stomach and hips were exposed, covered with what he could only describe as white hot pants to keep her decent.

"I'm sorry summoner. You have summoned the wrong Servant, and I have been summoned to the wrong Master. It would seem I was able to grant your wish, however mine must be left unfulfilled." She moved towards him slowly. A feeling and aura like none that Ryuunosuke and ever felt before poured from the woman like an invisible wave of dread and death.

Ryuunosuke had killed enough people to sense when murder was about to happen. He reached to grab the baseball bat in front of him; instead something from the Earth grabbed him.

"Your calling has placed a sin upon me. That boy's shattered life, and the spirits of the two inside that ruined family home. How many people have you killed in your attempted to summon a demon?"

Ryuunosuke pulled on the things gripping his arm. Vines? Bark? The roots of a tree? Whatever it was, it was tough, and it's grip tore and bruised his skin.

"I don't remember! Oww! This hurts! Let me go! Awww!"

More roots sprung from the Earth, wrapped around him and pulled. Ryuunosuke was dragged passed the demon woman and towards the tree in the center of the yard. He released the bat in his hand and attempted to claw at the grass and dirt. He was momentarily successful as the pulling stopped.

"Your death will be the first step in your atonement, and my gift to the family of this former home."

Ryuunosuke felt more roots wrapped around his body and a great rumbling behind him. It sounded as if the Earth itself was opening its maw to consume him. True panic assaulted his heart then, and he used all his strength to clawed his way away from the tree and towards the demon standing in front of him.

"P-Please! I don't want to die like this!" The murdered begged to the demon before him. This wasn't how death was supposed to be! This wasn't beautiful or artistic or cool!

"Do not be afraid or sad. Your soul will return to the Great Mystery and your body will become one with the Earth again. The sacred cycle will continue with you in all ways. Such is a gift and purpose that not all receive when dying."

The white-haired, tan skinned demon smiled kindly as a root wrapped around Ryuunosuke's throat; denying him words, cries, or pleads. He was once again dragged towards the tree and soon reached a downward sloop he knew had not been there before.

The roots continued to pull him down. Soon he realized the sloop was leading him underground; the roots dragging him underneath the Yew Pine itself. He was being eaten by the tree. The ancient great plant moved, creaked, and thrashed its roots around him as if it had been awakened from a long sleep and remembered that it was starved for animal flesh.

The last thing Uryuu Ryuunosuke saw was the still smiling demon above him in the sunlight of day. Rock, dirt, and root piled on top of Ryuunosuke, taking the gifts of light and air. He was consumed in darkness, and was slowly crushed, until the gift of the world itself was taken from him. Above, the leaves of the Yew tree began to shine as if freshly coated by a pure emerald paint.

Current Caster Info

True Name:

Aliases:

Class: Caster

Gender: Female

Height: 5'4

Weight: 110

Alignment: Lawful Good

Appearance: Often mistaken for a teenager, she is a young woman of 21. With dusky tan skin, medium length hair the color of swan feathers, and eyes that gleam a soft pink. She is described as beautiful in "feature, countenance, and proportion" often by her European admirers. She has a slim hourglass figure and stands at only 5'4. She is summoned wearing a swim-suit like two piece outfit of white leather. She often wears a red mantelet trimmed with copper as well.

Hello all! This fanfic is gonna be my Fate OC one. Replacing Caster with another historic figure. I'm a huge fan of Fate and love the idea of reimagining legends, heroes, and figures from the past. Plus Fate as a universe, and its magic system are pretty amazing to me as well. I was planning on making this chapter quite a bit longer in all honesty but this seemed a good stopping point for an introduction chapter. I don't know how much I'll continue on with this one, but I really wanted to get atleast one chapter out with this story. Its been in my head for a very long time.

Not sure how big Fate is currently in the Fanfic community. Something I'll probably look around more at myself. Not sure how common it is for people to come up with new character for this series based off of real people. Oh also feel free to guess who this new Servant is. I'm curious if its difficult or not.

Anyway, thanks for reading!