Infamous Man, this is my answer to your challenge

So readers enjoy and guess who is who. And who is from where.

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Ch1 Intro

A week before the 4th Holy Grail War begins (Within the Church under the watch of the Kotomine famil)y

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Kotomine Kirei was considered by those around him as a genius of limitless talent.

Since his birth as the son of Kotomine Risei, and his work as a man of the Holy Teachings, he lived through many experiences and he went through several different careers.

In his youth he graduated from St. Ignatius School of Divinity, in Manresa. He actually skipped two years and graduated as a Valedictorian. He was quite skilled…At least that's what those who worked alongside him said.

But soon he had a change in career. He worked at a public hospital under the Holy Church's supervision as a male nurse. Then he worked in Africa and the Middle East as a volunteer Red Cross worker.

After a few years of working as a healer, he moved back to his birth place and entered the Church like his father. However, unlike his father he signed up to be an Executor, one of the heretic hunters and the dark secret of the Holy Church. He endured all their training and harsh teachings and quickly rose in rank. He was a faithful servant of God. His skill in combat was peerless and his control was to be praised.

After two years as a silent sword of the church, he was transferred to the Eight Sacrament Assembly, like his father. He was later married to Claudia Hortensia and had a single daughter named Caren.

But a few years later his wife committed suicide, and he went under Tohsaka Tokiomi as his apprentice for three years. From there he was taught Alchemy, Evocation, summoning, Divination, and Healing. He reached an advanced stage for each branch of knowledge he was taught and he was unspoiled for more. However, he was never happy.

Kotomine Kirei was a broken man. He was not broken by events of the past or by a tragedy of great sorrow; he was born broken. Kirei could be considered "disturbed". Should people around him see the real him, they would consider him twisted.

The reason was simple. Kirei could only feel happiness through one means…he only understood and felt remotely "whole" when he watched the misfortune and sorrow and suffering of others.

The realization of this disturbed the man of the robe as he had been raised as a devout Catholic, but nothing else he did seemed to make him happy.

All his accomplishments that people might seem as deeds of a genius were actually his attempt to see what occupation will bring him joy. His records speak for themselves when he quit at near mastery.

He then thought to find joy through marriage. But, still, he felt nothing. In fact, a couple years into his marriage he had confessed to his wife. His concerns, his worries... And his wife, God bless her soul, listened to his every word and promised to help him feel normal…This somehow convinced her to commit suicide, believing that such an action would help prove to him that he could love and feel for others.

But the only thing that that caused him to feel was the wish to have killed her himself.

Stunned and confused, he had sent his daughter away to his wife's relatives. His daughter…he feels nothing for her. No love, no pride, and certainly no bond. He only took her future and current safety as a concern for that was what parents do…While he loved her not, he was fully willing to fulfill his duty as her parent.

But that was all in the past…He was now in his family church's basement…staring at the dispersing cloud of smoke as he summoned the Servant of the Dagger, Assassin.

He was taught all he needed to know on how to summon and was provided a mask of the Hassan-i-Sabbah, or the "Old Man of the Mountain", as his catalyst to summon that particular Assassin. His duty as a chosen Master of the Grail is to work alongside his old master as his ally on the upcoming war to insure victory for the Tohsaka family. The pact was not made by him, but by his father and Tokiomi; however he didn't mind. Perhaps the all-knowing Grail can tell him why he is who he is. Or perhaps that man…Emiya Kiritsugu can tell him.

But…the figure in front of him was no Old Man of the Mountain.

It was a pale-skinned androgynous youth with a lean muscular build and bulging biceps. The Servant had long, wispy hair and violet-pupil eyes. It wore a black form-fitting bodysuit with a matching headband bearing a triangular symbol.

Its body is slender and has long, palm tree-like green hair that reached his legs, making its gender even more ambiguous.

The figure turned to face Kirei.

"Ah? So you're the dumb human who summoned me? A priest of all things?" said the Servant with a notable male tone. His scratchy voice was drawn out by his moan as he palmed his face.

" Maaaaan, I was at least hoping for someone funny enough to stave my boredom, but I got you weakling human, whose station in human society dictates that you be a bleeding heart and "holy, holy, holy" crap preacher." The Servant drawled, one shoulder coming up in a shrug, before suddenly twisting, in an almost lazy motion despite the swiftness of it, to the side to avoid three Black Keys that sped past him. His head turned to face the offensive thrower, glaring at Kirei.

"Servant or not, thou must not speak ill of the devoted servants, my fellow the believers and brother in arms in the name of the father, the son, and the holy spirits." Kirei intoned, more Black Keys appearing in his hand, his eyes slightly narrowed, the slightest hint of anger in his blank tone.

Assassin eyed him with newfound interest, before his lips twitched up, his tongue coming out to lick them.

"Oh…For a human, you've got a quite a bite. I think I might be able to tolerate you for a while. Pleased to meet ya…Master." The Servant sneered as he waved at the priest cheekily.

A few weeks later (Tohsaka Mansion)

"T-Tokiomi-kun…"

"Father, please step back." Kirei ordered, pushing his father away from his teacher and the being in front of him.

"This is…Highly unexpected. No, It's…What have I done?" muttered Tohsaka Tokiomi as he stared at the person before him.

Instead of the King of Uruk, like he planned with the carefully prepared fossilized skin of the first snake, Tokiomi now stared at a man who seems to be around 36 or 40 years of age, with a Chonmage hairstyle. He wore sliver grey armor that seemed a mixture of European and Japanese styles. On his head was a curved, horned helmet. Four iron spikes spread outwards from his back, two on each side. At his hip lay a sheathed sword that was perfectly straight for most of the blade before turning at the end on one side. Between the spikes on his back rested a gun, around sixteenth century make.

Astride his back was a large red cape with multiple tears on the bottom, but despite its wearer's lack of movement, it was moving, as if in the wind.

No…It was as if the cape had a mind of its own, as it swayed behind him like a tail. The man had a thin beard and a sharp fumanchu. His skin was slightly tanned and his eyes were like black stars gazing forward with no hint of mercy or compassion.

His features were Japanese…but his appearance was frightening, and his eyes…His black eyes sharper than any blade and his very presence that screamed death caused fear to bloom in the heart of the bravest man.

Tokiomi, regaining his composure, slowly walked up to him.

"I am the head of the Tohsaka family and the Master representing my clan. I ask of thee oh great king, your noble name…"

The Servant's eyes slowly came down to rest on the man before him. His stern, lethal countenance turned deadly. In a flash a loud bang echoed over the stone walls as Tokiomi fell on one knee and clutched his right ear. From his hands blood spilled out as the proud man held back his cry of pain into muffled noise.

"Fool…Before you stands the man who united the great land of the rising sun beneath his heel. A man who is born from this pitiful dirt that I once trampled before the hooves of my army does not recognize me by my presence alone?" the man growled. His right hand now carried his gun, smoke emitting from the ends of the barrel.

"FOOL!" the Servant roared, shaking the very foundation of the building, an aura of dread filling the room, as he stomped on the back of the kneeling man.

"You and Japan shall fear my presence once more! This land has become pitiful in my absence and clearly they need to realize the will of their lord! Starting with you will learn to fear the ways of the true unifier…May the world realize the path that will bring the land under a single blade."

Tokiomi groaned under the pressure that was slamming him down on the floor. The thoughts of using the Command Seal surfaced. His Servant was extremely volatile, had attacked him for an offense that he really couldn't be blamed for, and was likely not as powerful as his intended Servant, Gilgamesh.

But to use them now to bind this man would ruin hopes of cooperation, and he couldn't rely on the limited Command Seals to get his Servant to fight for him.

From the sidelines, Kirei blinked, stunned at the realization that what he had felt was fear, for the first real time in his life. Frozen in inaction at the dreadful feeling that coursed through him, he regained himself now and acted, intending to buy time with Assassin-who had materialized by his side upon the newly arrived Servant's hostile actions-while he retrieved his master.

"Assassin, sto-"

"WAIT KIREI, STOP!"

Kirei stopped in mid-motion as he bent to run for Tokiomi. He stood there frozen for a moment before straightening up, gaze blank. The hostile Servant had turned his attention to him and Assassin the instant he began to move, and his deadly gaze speared them both.

Having stopped his apprentice, Tokiomi spoke again.

"Forgive me…Nobunaga-sama. This lowly head of Tohsaka stained his honor by his ignorance…I ask thee for your forgiveness."

'To rule the land under a single blade.' a famous quote and motto of Oda Nobunaga, the greatest military genius of the early Sengoku Era and the man who was only a step away from conquering the Land of the Rising Sun.

Archer glared down at Tokiomi disdainfully. A glare so deadly that lesser men would have fainted from sheer terror upon meeting it.

"No man stands before me, no man stands behind me. Engrave this into your pitiful mind, for this Demon King has no time to teach you the proper ways to serve me. Or else you will learn that no magic is great enough to escape my wrath." Archer declared, gaze still sharp but now a bit more like one reserved for all beneath him, rather than someone who'd earned his ire.

Assassin would have either been killed, and he would have lost a Command Seal or Assassin might have lived, but he would still be down a Command Seal, and Nobunaga would be enraged with him. The Command Seals would likely be the only way of forcing him into action, and Assassin might have been lost. A horrendous situation in either case.

As long as he reached the Root…He will bow…He planned to bow since the very beginning had he not? Gilgamesh or Oda Nobunaga…Both were powerful heroes with tempers and ego to match.

Tokiomi looked up slightly from his bow and looked at the samurai's for an instant before a cold chill ran down his spine and he quickly lowered his head. This Servant…This monster is truly a demon.

His pride may bleed out as much as necessary if he can reach the Root…Oh yes…the Root!

"For the dream of Tohsaka clan…I must learn to crawl on mud and bow lowly to the earth…" muttered Tokiomi quietly, his voice less than a whisper…but unknown to him Archer smirked slightly.

"This is…What mockery is this!?" shouted Kayneth Archibald El-Melloi as he stared at the result of his summoning. By all means he was not interested in summoning the current planned Servant, but with the catalyst of his original choice stolen by his insolent student he had to go for the lesser option.

He prepared the circle flawlessly and applied his own touch on the summoning system to get the result he and his fiancé, Sola-Ui Nuada-Re Sophia-Ri, had been hoping for. However, instead of the knight of Fianna, he got himself a tall, well-built man of a fair complexion wearing a pair of dark sunglasses and a brown suit, matched with a pair of trousers and leather shoes.

He was middle-aged with short, grey hair, which was slicks back on his head, with fours strands falling down evenly on his forehead. He has a chiseled face, with a thick nose and clearly defined cheekbones and brow ridge. He has thick eyebrows that spike out at the ends.

The man was dandy looking for sure. He had a classy air around him and was clearly no Knight of Fianna.

Kayneth was furious. How did this happen?

"Huh. This is interesting. To think the Grail can summon me to this plane…" the older-looking man turned to the two nobles. "I take it that you are the one who summoned me?" his query was directed at Kayneth.

"Who are you?" Kayneth demanded, simmering, but quenching as much of his anger as possible, not so foolish as to needlessly anger the Servant he needed for the Grail War, even if-no, especially since he had no idea as to its identity or character.

Meanwhile, Sola-Ui had gotten over her own surprise and was now accessing the Servant before her.

'He's clearly not an ancient hero…But…His very presence speaks of power and age…As if his experience has exceeded the limit of mortal man's lifespan…He's clearly a Servant, at least.'

Said Servant summoned a cigarette that appeared to come from nowhere, and flicked his finger against the cancer stick, causing a hazy purple flame to ignite at the end of his finger, lighting the cigarette.

He looked around the place he was summoned and realization entered his eyes.

"…It's nothing like my courter in Seireiden…But it will do." Lancer muttered as walked past the couple (the male half of whom was starting to get angry-again) and sat down on the head seat of the couch. He lay back and kicked his leg back on top of the table.

"I am here for the Grail with a wish to fulfill…So as long as you provide me with enough Power of Existence for the duration of the war…I'll serve as your hired muscle. It's not like I haven't given my service to those who pay anyway."

"A mercenary, then?" Kayneth mused, frowning slightly. It was somewhat surprising, but not entirely. While most heroes rarely fought for pay, it was certainly not unheard for mercenaries to end up performing heroic acts, or unintentionally becoming heroes through their actions.

"Perhaps…But I served many years as a general." Lancer stated as he removed his shades, revealing sharp purple irises.

"I am an old hand at war…I assure you, none of the Servants will reach even a quarter of my experience in life. And in this war, that will be the key to victory."

(Matou Manor Basement)

Matou Zouken's back hit the wall with a dull thud, the man bouncing off and hitting the floor. He shook his head with irritation, not particularly harmed despite his age and withered appearance. He looked up, his skin shuddering as the worms that comprised his form withered slightly in reaction to the gargantuan amount of prana in the air. "This…is unexpected." He murmured. 'But not necessarily unfortunate…or interesting.' he continued in his mind, a small smirk appearing on his decrepit face.

Matou Kariya was staring at his Servant, Berserker, with a confused and frightened expression on his face. He didn't know what he had expected when the monstrous old man that was his grandfather had told him to summon a Berserker, but it certainly wasn't this.

Before him was no man, but a beast.

When the summoning had been completed, a great burst of crimson prana had literally exploded out of the summoning circle, sending Zouken flying but, strangely enough, not effecting Kariya. Now it filled the room, swirling about in great arcs, chipping apart the stone surface of the crypt; a maelstrom of nigh-unlimited energy, oozing a primordial aura that echoed with ancient power belonging not in the domain of man, but in that of beings whose existence defied mortal comprehension, filled with all the rage and malevolence of humanity. A primeval, carnal force, one that screamed with a shrill air like a tornado as the dark red energy ripped throughout the dark room, seeking to remind the crypt, the mansion, the city, Japan, the very world itself of its existence! It filled and heated the air to near burning levels with its oppressive and tainted presence, seeking to drown all around it in hatred and malice; a storm of energy that was centered on the crouched figure before Matou Kariya.

The Servant was clearly not human. It crouched on all fours, clawed hands and feet supporting it. Its very being seemed to composed entirely of the terrifying energy it emitted. It was dark crimson in color, near black from some angels, and a hazy red aura clung to its body closer than the rest of the torrential energy it emitted. It was around five and a half feet long, and had long ears sprouting from its skull, pointing back, and four tails that swirled around behind it. But most unsettling, was the two white, soulless eyes. Eyes that contained both nothing…and nothing but sheer rage and hatred, a malice that could not hope to be found in another begin.

"Gggrrrrr…" the Berserker growled, eyes fixed on Kariya, and the Master felt the worms inside of him twitch and shudder. Kariya fell to his knees as the pain of sustaining the Servant caused his body to tear itself apart from the inside.

"AGGHHH!" Kariya cried, falling completely to the floor and writing as his body began to heat up, even more so than usual when the worms were used. Unknown to him, some the prana that rippled throughout the room had begun to swirl around him, a tendril extending to the back of his hand, where his Command Seals lay.

Berserker continued to growl, but didn't move, gaze locked on Kariya. Then-

"Ghhh….GAAHHH!" Berserker roared as the prana that swirled about Kariya intensified, and a cloak of crimson energy settled upon him, connected by multiple wavy tendrils of prana that rippled about to the rest of the storm. Deep within Kariya, at a metaphysical border between body and soul, the crest worms shuddered with blackish energy. Then, they began to slowly glow a deepening red, movements increasing in speed as they vibrated.

"AGGGHHHHH!" Kariya screamed as pain that transcended that which he experienced in the bug pit was thrust upon him. Blood dripped from his eyes, nose, and ears, flying about in small drops as the Master shook and flailed about in sheer agony on the hard stone floor.

Zouken watched with fascination as Kariya's blood boiled and flesh rolled and bent at odd angles.

"AAAGHHHHHHHHHH! GH-GAAAAHH!" Kariya screamed, mixed desperation for any end, even death itself, filling his voice alongside agony rivaling that endured by the poor souls of Hell as he clutched his head.

Deep within, the worms began to practically shine dark-crimson, shuddering and twisting about so quickly they were almost a blur. And then…

One burst. The others followed.

Blood splattered on stone in great heaps. The room was silent, save for the growls of Berserker and the howls of its unending energy.

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"Hawawawawa…" Waver Velvet shuddered, falling on his rear as smoke billowed out from the summoning circle. He observed with wide eyes the Servant walking out of the smoke. The man was a noble. There was no mistaking it. That proud look, the classy and expensive clothes. The sheer presence that demands respect and attention.

He was around 30 years old and had dark green hair with slick curves on both sides. His eye was orange, but one side of his face was covered by a strange metallic gold mask.

The Servant's outfit consisted of black boots, an elaborate purple and white inner shirt and a long, mostly white with a smattering of purple coat that reached his legs.

"Oh…Are you the one who summoned me, boy?" asked the man before him.

Waver came to this forsaken land to partake in a war that has nothing to do with nobility or family lines. He wanted to prove that it took more than blood to make a good mage. So he came to this land with the stolen catalyst of Alexander the Great to fight.

But to think he would summon a nobleman…the very kind of people he struggled against.

"I asked you a question young man. Are you deaf or perhaps incompetent!" the Servant scolded him as he roughly picked up the depressed young Master by the back of his collar.

"O-Oi! Let me go you idiot!" Waver shouted , flailing about in distress and anger.

"It seems in this time I am rewarded with a silly master that can't even address his servant. Ah…My king…Your majesty, your loyal knight even beyond the grave misses your majestic presence and assurance of having a worthy lord to serve…For it seems I have been given a mere child to serve." The Servant bemoaned his current situation with a depressed shake of his head

"Hey! I'm your Master, dammit!" Waver said angrily, but he shut up as the Servant glared at him.

"Such impudence!" the Servant dropped the boy on his rear roughly.

"Listen well youngling! I am a royal knight of the most majestic king! A lord that even kings must bow down to!" The Servant spread his arms up and out.

"His majesty is the king who conquered the world within one year! A king who made the mightiest knights and heroes fall before his limitless wisdom and the weight of his ambition! As his knight and his highest and most trusted general I have vanquished his enemies and watched as he gave humanity a chance of peace at long last! No king was ever so great! No king has accomplished what he has! He is king of the world and all those who reside in it! His wrath is the heavenly punishment and his will is the peace for the people!" the Servant stabbed his finger into Waver's face, causing the frightened young man to jerk back with a startled sound.

"And you think a simple magical tattoo will make you my master? Such foolishness! Such insolence! I should be executing you for your crime and insult to my honor!" he declared as a blade slide out of his sleeve and raised it above his head.

Waver 's eyes stretched even wider as the Servant poised to kill him. Once again…His life was under the whim of nobles!

No…Why the hell is he dealing with this again? He came here to Japan to show nobles that even the humblest magus can reach for the star!

"I DON'T WANT TO DIE! I'M GOING TO PROVE THE NOBLES WRONG! I REFUSE TO LOSE MY LIFE WITHOUT BEING ABLE TO DO ANYTHING!" Waver roared with both terror and anger, and more force than he'd put into anything in his life as he gazed, terrified but defiant, into his Servant's eyes.

The Servant paused, his blade raised, eyes locked onto those of the boy before him. This young man…carried the spirit of a rebel. Much like…His majesty.

"…Do you believe you can overcome the inborn authority of nobility?"

"Huh?" Waver was lost, honestly expecting to be dead by now.

"There was once a man who threw the world into chaos and made it anew. He too fought the corrupt and unjust system with his very soul on the line. In the end he was victorious with great cost on his part…Do you have what it takes to even match the echo of this great being's victorious song?

The knight stared down at the boy and folded his arms. Silence reigned for several seconds as the thoughts raced through both figures, one set thoughtful and contemplative, the other confused, uncertain, and hopeful.

"You are no Master…But you have potential…From here on you are my squire."

"Huh?"

"You will march beside me and learn the ways of the knight! Your ambition is high and grand! With you as you are you will only bark until you are stomped on! Normally I care not for a foolish child, but…His Majesty might have been interested in you had been summoned instead of me. You boy will serve well under me and in respect, his imperial majesty!"

"W-What are you rambling about!" shouted Waver as the conversation headed toward unfamiliar ground, but he was cut off as the Servant picked him up once more, albeit with no negative feeling this time.

"I'll not allow any whining boy! You'll either be a man or die! Under me, I'll take your stick like figure and paper thin resolve and create a fierce lion! Rejoice boy! Prove yourself before me that your ambition is not a fake dream! I swear to you! The Grail will be the instrument of his majesty's rebirth into this world! Rejoice! For you are given a chance to be part of his revival and with his return you have my word that I shall beseech him to consider your worth as a noble knight of Britannia! Sing boy! Praise my lord! You have been given a rare opportunity to one day serve the king among kings, the man who conquered the world!" Rider bellowed to the sky as he jumped into the air with the inhuman speed of even the lowliest of Servants, carrying his 'Master' like a sack of potatoes as he made for the city. Waver could only weep helplessly as the crazy Servant completely destroyed his authority as a Master and made him an errand boy…

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The Fourth Holy Grail War has started my readers. So…Guess who?

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