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Ritsuka hunched over, her hands braced on her knees as she gasped for air. The sound of silence permeated the air. Just minutes ago, swords had been clashing, arrows had been flying, and dragons had been roaring. Now, there was naught but silence. Her chest heaved with each deep breath she took, as her magical energy replenished herself now that she was no longer straining her reserves so much. Ritsuka exhaled and the four servants she had summoned for the battle disappeared back into the void, their task accomplished. 

“Confirming the enemy servant’s saint graph’s disappearance, Master,” the voice of the ruler class servant, Jeanne d'Arc, spoke firmly. “Archer has been defeated.” 

Ritsuka nodded as she stood up and locked eyes with a familiar face. “It’s over Illya,” Ritsuka said softly. It was a familiar face to her, one of a servant from Chaldea, but this was not her friend. It was a master in this singularity, Illyasviel von Einzbern. They had first become her enemy when they stopped her from murdering the host of Muramasa, Shirou Emiya. He had charged ahead of his servant Altera, and attempted to fight the Archer on his own. And he had lost badly. His servant had engaged Archer in combat, and might have even won, but her master still would have died- frankly, it was a miracle that it took as long as it had. It was fortunate for him that the Chaldean group had arrived in the nick of time, and Tamamo-no-mae was so skilled in healing magecraft. 

“That’s impossible…” Illya stuttered. She had not taken kindly to their interference, and had sworn revenge as she fled from the combined might of Altera and Ritsuka working in tandem to protect Shirou. Ritsuka had run into her again the next night in the woods, mutually seeking each other out. No one else had been there to witness their battle. “Heracles… he’s the strongest?” Illya was on the verge of tears.

Heracles had truly been a fierce opponent, the Archer class servant among the most powerful servants in Proper Human History’s throne of heroes. Certainly the strongest servant she had fought of the regular seven classes of Proper Human History. But Ritsuka did not belong to this world anymore. She had fought Gods like Arjuna Alter, and Zeus. She had defeated the highest authority in Fairy Britain, Queen Morgan le Fay. She had fought the Curse Calamity Cernunnos. She had cut down Trees of Emptiness. She had won against Evils of Humanity and even more powerful enemies. Heracles might’ve been the most powerful servant in the history of mankind, but to her, fighting him was just another tuesday. It had taken two command seals, but what was likely to be the biggest threat to eliminating the singularity had been removed from the board.

“Go home, Illya,” Ritsuka cautioned. Ritsuka had been sent by Chaldea when yet another micro-singularity had cropped up in Fuyuki- a hub for conflict. This singularity was a particularly difficult one, allowing access to only a select few. Ritsuka had been sent in with just three servants to accompany her- the only ones that resonated with the singularity. Mash had not been one of the three allowed into the area. Ritsuka had rayshifted over with Jeanne d’Arc, Tamamo-no-mae, and Mélusine. The three servants allowed in didn’t seem to make much sense- lacking a connection to both the area and time period, but Ritsuka wouldn’t complain. She trusted the three with her life, and knew that it would be hard to find a more capable trio. 

Things had not gone as neatly as they had hoped after arriving in Fuyuki. They had immediately become disconnected from Chaldea’s coms and magical energy. That in itself, wasn’t anything to worry about, that happened in probably a quarter of Rayshifts. It likely just meant that one of their opponents was a skilled mage, or Limbo, capable of isolating her access. The more concerning thing was being plopped in the middle of a Grail War. And that it was apparently so out of control that her command over Jeanne d’Arc had been usurped as the Grail appointed the Chaldean servant as the neutral overseer of this war. Ritsuka didn’t panic at that either, but it made the situation slightly uncomfortable with her only having two servants allowed to oppose the other Masters now.

Then their first real battle after chasing off Heracles, had been with Enkidu of all people. He had been summoned to Fuyuki in command of Ereshkigal’s host, Rin. And they had been their first opponent. Mélusine and the shadow of Nero Draco had demolished the Lancer. Still, Ritsuka had participated in enough Grail Wars by this point to recognize that someone like Enkidu being summoned was abnormal- usually the Grail could only sustain more basic servants. The fact that he was the first servant defeated only added to her mounting suspicion that something was very off with this ritual. Those suspicions were confirmed when the next night they ran into Archer Heracles fighting the White Titan herself. Ritsuka had thought she also saw Gilgamesh watching their battle with Enkidu. Yeah, this war was an abnormal one. Now three servants were gone, a fourth was their ally, but Ritsuka assumed the worst was somehow still yet to come. Somehow. She had also detected a very familiar yet impossible Saint Graph coming from the church. That had to be something fooling her senses. 

A rotten stench of mold and decay filled the air, causing Ritsuka to look around as all three of her servants took defensive positions without needing to wait for orders. The fluttering wings of bugs buzzing in the air filled the sky, a loud hum that drowned out the silence of the battle’s aftermath. The very air around them seemed to transform, filled in the time it took to blink by thousands of blade-wing worms. The ground beneath her feet was covered in worms as well, their sharp teeth gnashing as they eyed her down. It had been a while since she had seen these things, not since London when she had fought Makiri Zolgen for the first and only time, but she did know what they were. 

“Makiri,” Ritsuka acknowledged simply, as a hive of worms came together in the shape of a man. He was older than the Makiri she had met, but the magecraft was unmistakable, a rotting corpse devoid of expression. His eyes were black and soulless. 

“So, you know who I am?” He chuckled, his voice deep and grating. “How unexpected.”

Jeanne planted her flag in the ground as she stepped beside Ritsuka. The defensive noble phantasm glowed as she spoke loud and clear. “Oh flag of mine, protect my comrade!

Luminosité Eternelle!”

The ground glowed beneath Ritsuka’s feet as a golden aura spread around her and Jeanne, separating them from the crest worms. An impenetrable barrier emerged between them, invisible and removing the two from this layer of reality. The worms threw themselves at the barrier of holy-energy only to burn up and die. 

“I’m afraid you can’t do that, Jeanne d’Arc.” The old man grinned. “Assassin!”He called out, prompting the familiar form of the Hassan of the Cursed Arm to materialize behind him. “As you can see, I am a master in this Grail War, as such you are not allowed to interfere.” 

Jeanne growled and did not lower her defenses against the cursed worms. “Ritsuka is not a master chosen by the Grail,” she argued, mostly unconvinced of her own words. “Her protection is within my duties as an overseer.”

The man identified as Makiri nodded. “That was true, until five minutes ago when your ‘Ritsuka’ defeated Heracles. At that point, they became a participant in the war, regardless of if they were chosen by the Grail. 

Jeanne frowned at his correct logic. Ritsuka placed a gentle hand on the maiden’s shoulder. “I’ll be fine.”

Jeanne sighed. “At least allow Illyasviel to flee the area before engaging my master. With the loss of her servant and the use of all three of her command spells, she is no longer a participant in the Grail War.”

Zolgen Makiri inclined his head in acknowledgement of her request. “Of course, I have no grievance with the Einzbern now that she is no longer a contender for the Grail. My only intention here is to defeat your Master, Ruler.” 

Jeanne smiled faintly at that, but the truth was she was just trying to stall as long as possible for Mélusine to recover from the injuries she had suffered in the battle against Heracles. It was better to be safe than sorry in this situation where she could not interfere if something managed to block Ritsuka’s simple summons again. Even if that occurred, Ritsuka would win, but still. She would only move once Illya had fled the area, and Mélusine had taken the chance to steady herself, swords held out in front of her in a combat ready position. She was moving slower than usual, but should still be able to hold her own against Cursed Arm. Only once that happened did Jeanne d’Arc release her noble phantasm and remove the protective barrier surrounding Ritsuka. 

Zolgen watched with wide eyes as the very air surrounding the master seemed to come alive with the tightening of Ritsuka’s fist. The ground glowed with ethereal blue light for just a moment. Directly in front of her, a servant emerged who looked nearly identical to the Ruler who had stepped back into her role as a neutral arbitrator. The only difference was in her clothes, as black as midnight and her shorter, more white hair. She carried the standard of France as well, albeit a different one. The girl waved her flag, and a wall of fire erupted between him and the ever the more curious master. That Altered version of Jeanne d’Arc was not the only servant that Ritsuka had called forth out of nothingness. He also recognized the Berserker Class Servant of this war? But he knew that Berserker was commanded by the priest? And was that third servant his granddaughter? She looked exactly identical to Sakura, just with white hair and red eyes instead of their customary purple. The final servant she called forth was one that caused Zolgen’s heart to stop. Was that Justeaze? She was as beautiful now as she was all those years ago.

Zolgen didn’t stumble back in fear or reconsider challenging Ritsuka at the thought of facing down six servants who all were terrifying in their own unique ways. His grin stretched wider. This master, Ritsuka, whatever they were really, was more fascinating then he could have imagined. He needed to know more about her, about her summons, about why she was here. He needed to know her techniques to command an impossible number of servants. He would have her. This battle was no gamble to Zolgen- his main soul fragment was only endangered in one scenario, and the prize was too great to ever consider another course of action with Ritsuka on the line. It was a decision that had to be made if he were to call himself a magus.

“Assassin,” Zolgen barked and the servant immediately moved into action, following the previously laid out plan perfectly. He engaged the injured Lancer wielding swords in one movement. She was favoring her left-side, her right still injured, but with the support of the Caster, she was more than able to keep pace with Cursed Arm. That was expected, even if Makiri couldn’t help but be disappointed by his servant’s dismal power when they were up against literal Gods and even the Titan in this Grail War. He didn’t need his servant to win any battles. 

Zolgen returned his attention to Ritsuka and the four instantaneously summoned servants in defensive positions as they annihilated his horde of familiars. There were countless more to fill the gaps behind them. He had prepared an army for this battle, it was the only one in this impossible Grail War that the ancient magus still cared about. 

The new flag-bearer was clearly not capable of using their flag in the same defensive manner as the Ruler who could not interfere with the battle. Her flames formed a decent barrier, but Makiri’s bugs were flame resistant enough for a good chunk of them to survive surpassing the wall of fire given the water element that he possessed. The one who looked like Sakura was very passionate in her annihilation of his familiars and both her arrows and shadows- but she lacked the effective range to be an issue against the swarm of worms. The white-haired woman was on closer reflection, not Justeaze but Irisviel. Her magecraft stopped Zolgen from dealing any lasting damage to the servants, but that was never his goal, as he only wanted the master. The real problem was the Berserker with his white hair and godly powers. He was able to annihilate hundreds of worms with one attack. The only drawback was that he had somewhat slower recovery times, and that would be enough for Zolgen to create an opening. 

Zolgen didn’t say a word as his most powerful worm stepped forth. The horde of crest worms in the body of the former servant, Medea of Colchis. She raised her hand and a giant fireball shot out towards the Berserker in the sky above Ritsuka. Another blast followed behind it, and a third in quick succession. She was a mage from the Age of Gods, with abilities far beyond that of a normal mage. Zolgen’s hand slipped into his robe, his decaying fingers closing around a dusty old tome.

The Berserker met her challenge without showing any emotion. The orbs that floated around him shooting forward to catch a fireball in a massive explosion.A second followed and caught the next two. The golden wings that usually hung behind his back drew forward to form a massive bow. He launched an arrow forward, formed of pure ether that Medea barely managed to shield herself from. For the Caster at the beginning of the war, she would have blocked that with ease, but the hollow corpse sustained only by Zolgen’s worms did not have the same resilience or speed as the original. She still accomplished her role perfectly by drawing the attention of Berserker away from solely protecting his master. 

“By my command seal, Rider!” Zolgen commanded. “Petrify her!”

The still hidden purple haired Rider dashed out from the trees, leaping over the wall of fire, and towards Ritsuka. Had she tried to take another step, she would have been cut down by Kama, but she stopped just outside of her range. Had Mélusine not been injured, she would have had the speed needed to intercept the agile Rider, in spite of the distance between them. However, given the scenario unfolding exactly as it did, with the command spell enhancing her speed, Medusa had unobstructed access to Ritsuka. Her hair swirled around her, something falling from it. Her visor was torn away and her pink eyes glowed as the Mystic Eyes of Petrification activated. 

Ritsuka’s entire body seized up in an instant as she caught the gaze of Medusa. She couldn’t move. Was this the end? No! She couldn’t die here! Not yet! Not with the burdens she carried! She wouldn't let their deaths be in vain! A black fire burned within her soul. Her finger twitched, an impossible feat for an ordinary human who was still gazing into the mystic eyes of Medusa. But it wasn’t enough. 

Medusa had agreed to carry one of the crest worms in her hair for this maneuver- the one that had been resting beside Sakua’s heart just days before. That was why she had agreed to not immediately crush the thing and to cooperate, his offer to remove it for a superior host. Said worm was now flying through the air and straight towards the unmoving Ritsuka’s heart. It tore through the mystic code with ease, burrowing itself in her ribcage. It siphoned up all of the magical energy she was exerting and severed her connection to the shadows of servants. The four mighty warriors that had managed to single-handedly hold off an onslaught of thousands of his familiars, vanished into nothingness without any warning in advance. 

Tamamo-no-mae was the first to disengage from their current task, leaving Mélusine to fend for herself against Cursed Arm as she charged towards the unmoving Master of Chaldea. “Master!” She wailed, her cries echoed by the only other remaining servants. 

Zolgen tapped his staff on the ground. “I wouldn’t come any closer, Caster,” he chuckled. “My crest worm has found its way to her heart, and if you make one wrong move, I will sever her carotid artery.”

Tamamo froze. “Wretched worm, what is the meaning of this?” Jeanne roared. 

Zolgen smirked. “That is none of your concern. The only thing that should matter to you is what you have to do to keep your master alive.” 

“What do you want from us?” Tamamo growled. 

Zolgen’s grin grew wider. 

Shinji could hardly believe his luck. His grandfather had stolen the Book containing Rider’s command spells without giving Shinji a choice in the matter. Shinji had moped about it for the entire evening, his righteous fury towards his grandfather for usurping his rightful position as the Master of the Matou. No one else was able to lead the family to glory like he was- not Sakura or his grandfather. He was the Matou heir!

Yet, it had turned out that Zouken Matou’s intention had not been to strip Shinji of his position, but to elevate it. He had returned with an additional three servants in tow, and a red-haired teen carried in the arms of Rider. Those three servants - Caster, Ruler, and Lancer were now his to command, bound to the same tome as Rider. He licked his lips as he looked at his new Servants. Things were looking up for Shinji Matou. 

His grandfather had taken the poor teenage girl into the worm pit, a place of nightmares. Shinji didn’t exactly envy her for her position. Yet, Shinji also wouldn’t spare a thought to whatever his grandfather was doing, it was none of his business, and he was just happy with having more servants. It was only natural that the best master be the first to command four servants. He even had a Ruler! Whatever that was! He was sure it must be extra special for him to be the only Master to ever have one! And Shinji was nothing if not the best master. He would show Tohsaka that he deserved her respect. She would come to him on her hands and knees, begging to be his ally!

“So, Master ,” The orange haired kitsune sneered at the title. “What are your orders?”

Shinji flushed at being drawn out of his fantasy, by the irate Caster. “We’ll take down Berserker!” Shinji declared pompously without hesitation. “He’ll pay for the humiliation he inflicted on me when my worthless servant failed to do her only job.” 

“And where is Berserker?” The kitsune drawled, speaking to him as if he was a child. 

“Why the hell would I know?” Shinji snarled. “That’s your job to find him!” 

“Can you tell me anything about this Berserker who was incompetent enough to not kill you?” Tamamo was relentless.

“Shut up! It was all Rider’s fault! ” Shinji snapped. “And what are you looking at?” He roared spinning on the white-haired Lancer with a teenage body. 

Her face remained expressionless as she scrutinized him. “You will be dead in two hours and four minutes.”

Shinji took a step back at the simple statement she had made, as if commenting on the weather. “What? How dare you!? You would threaten me, Shinji Matou? Your Master!?” He sneered at them. “Perhaps, I should punish that red-head you all care so much about. Kill her even!”

The blonde-haired Ruler who had been silent until now stepped in front of the Lancer. “Let’s calm down Mr. Matou, I’m sure she is just on edge. There is no need to resort to threats.” Jeanne d’Arc tried to mediate for peace, as her role as a Ruler demanded. Except this time it was solely out of selfish motivation to save her Master.”

“Don’t you tell me to calm down, woman!” Shinji snapped. “And you will address me by my proper title or your disrespect will be punished!”

“My apologies, Master,” she replied diplomatically. “Let’s just focus on Berserker. What can you tell us about his abilities and appearance? With that information we might be able to identify who they are or where they are likely to be hiding.” 

“I was getting there before you so rudely interrupted me!” Shinji blustered. “He had very dark skin and white hair. He didn’t speak much, just threw giant balls of light at Rider. Useless bitch that she is, Rider was taken out immediately! Had some golden thing on his back. Arrogant bastard didn’t even bother to finish the fight! He just left! He turned his back on me! Me! Shinji Matou!”

Tamamo paled and took a step away from Shinji. “If he’s the Berserker of this war… You don’t stand a chance with just two servants. Even with seven, we wouldn’t be able to win without Ritsuka.” She knew who exactly that Berserker was, Arjuna Alter. The amalgamation of all the Hindu Gods in one being all of them having been absorbed by Arjuna. He was capable of remaking the world itself with his Noble Phantasm. She was correct in identifying that they did not stand a chance. Ritsuka would find a way again, but without the Last Master of Humanity backing them up, even Mélusine would fail to put a dent in Arjuna. 

“I have four servants!” Shinji insisted. “And I am the best Master! You don’t need this Ritsuka! I’ll overwhelm him with sheer numbers!” 

Tamamo snorted at that. “Lancer was right, you will die tonight.”

Shinji’s eye twitched. “Why.. you…”

Caster didn’t stop to give him a chance to voice his protest. “Ritsuka is the greatest Master in human history, and the last. She has slain threats beyond your imagination. You are not even worthy of breathing the same air as my Master.”

“I command four servants! You’ll see how great I am when I defeat Berserker tonight!”

“You command two,” Caster repeated. “Two on one is not the numbers advantage, when facing a servant of Berserker’s caliber.”

“I have four servants!” Shinji insisted adamantly. “Rider and you three mindless women!”

“Your grandfather took Medusa with him,” Mélusine chimed in with a slight sardonic smile. “He needed her to think that he was capable of holding my Master captive.” 

“Who the fuck is Medusa?” 

Tamamo giggled. “You don’t know your servant’s true name?”

Rider? Lancer was claiming Rider dared to abandon him? Shinji whirled around, expecting to see Rider standing silently at his shoulder, like she had been when his grandfather had first come to give him his new servants. Yet, he was bewildered to find that the Lancer was being honest- his useless servant had abandoned him, in favor of following his grandfather. 

Shinji sneered. “So what? I don’t need her. With three servants at my command, I’ll still destroy that ugly Berserker.”

“Err- Mr. Mat- Master,” This time it was Ruler who felt the need to ruin his mood. “I’m afraid you’ll only have two servants in that battle. As a Ruler-”

“And why is that?” Shinji shouted. “You are my servant! You fight for me! I don’t care about this Ritsuka bitch!” 

“Master, as much as I could wish otherwise, I can not fight for you. As a Ruler, I have to remain a neutral arbitrator in the Holy Grail War. That is the role of my class. I could not fight for Ritsuka, nor can I fight for you. I apologize, but you-”

“That’s fucking bullshit!” Shinji screeched like a banshee. “What use do you have to me then? All you are is a drain of my circuits!” 

Caster snorted. “As if you are the one providing us with anything.” 

Shinji either ignored her, or didn’t hear her, too filled with rage at the audacity of Ruler. “Fine, if you can’t serve me in battle, then you will serve me another way. Take off your clothes.”

“Master,” Jeanne pleaded. “Let’s not be brash.” 

“We can handle Arjuna on our own actually!” Tamamo squealed. “I just remembered he’ll be weaker here than he was in the Lostbelt! And we have Lancer!” She subtly slid in front of Jeanne. “We should go look for him right now!”

Shinji growled and ignored her, too interested in humiliating Jeanne d’Arc. “I said take off your fucking clothes! Or I will murder this Ritsuka you all seem to care so much about! Or maybe I’ll just fuck her instead!” 

Ieanne’s eyes grew wide with fear for her beloved Master. Despite her own feelings of disgust and humiliation, she knew she had to protect Ritsuka. With trembling hands, she began to remove her armor. Each piece clanked against the floor, revealing more of her slender, pale skin. Underneath the layers of metal, she wore a simple white dress, which she quickly untied and let fall to the floor. Tamamo hesitated but opted to step out of the way of his gross ogling in order to protect her Master. Standing before Shinji in just her panties and black stockings, Jeanne felt a wave of nausea at the thought of what was to come. 

Shinji’s eyes lit up with malicious glee. He stepped closer, his hand reaching out to trace the curve of her breast. “Looks like I’ll get to enjoy some entertainment after all,” he sneered. Ruler gritted her teeth and closed her eyes, trying to ignore the unpleasant sensation of his touch.

Caster rolled her eyes, unimpressed. “You really are a sad, pathetic excuse for a man, aren’t you?” she said, her voice dripping with contempt. “Threatening a Saint like that. It’s no wonder you can’t get a real woman to even look at you twice without holding a sword to their throat. Or in your case, their Master’s throat. Not even enough of a man to threaten the woman directly.”

Shinji’s hand hovered over Ruler’s panties, his eyes narrowing at Caster’s words. “You’re next, bitch. Just remember that,” he spat coldly. He turned his attention back to Ruler, whose eyes were still squeezed shut. “On your knees, now,” he ordered, his voice cold and demanding. Ruler’s cheeks flushed a deep red as she obeyed, kneeling in the same position she prayed from.

“Oh?”” Tamamo teased. “Why not now? Are you scared that I’ll notice you’re a virgin?”

Shinji ignored her and unbuckled his belt with one hand, letting his pants fall to the floor. His cock sprang out, standing erect, and pointed directly at her chin. Why was it so big? Jeanne’s thoughts raced. She had never seen one before, and this was certainly not what she had thought they would be like when reading about circumcision in the bible. . Her gaze flickered to the floor, avoiding eye contact with the monstrous thing in front of her.

“Open your mouth, slut!” Shinji ordered.

Caster couldn’t help but let out a bark of laughter. “Look at you, trying to be a man with that tiny thing. You wouldn't even crack the top 100 partners I've had!"

Shinji's fist tugged on Ruler's braid. "Shut up, you disrespectful whore!" He glared at Caster, his cheeks reddening with rage, but she just smirked back at him, unfazed by his threats. He slammed Ruler's face onto his crotch, forcing her to take his cock into her mouth. She gagged at the unpleasant taste and texture, her eyes watering as she desperately tried to understand what she was supposed to do. She couldn't breathe!

“Come over here and make me,” Tamamo taunted with false bravado. Her entire body felt so icky, but she wouldn’t let him use Jeanne like that. If one of them had to get raped, it should be her, she was the used up whore here. 

Her inexperience was painfully evident as she awkwardly moved her mouth over his member, trying to avoid his balls with her nose. She didn't know the rhythm, the suction, or the way to make it feel good for him. Her teeth scraped his shaft once, and she heard him wince, prompting her to be more careful. Despite her efforts, she felt him getting angrier, his grip on her hair tightening, his hips bucking more aggressively. Jeanne just wanted it to be over.

Shinji's frustration grew as Ruler's ineptitude failed to satisfy him. He tried to push her head down further, trying to force her to take more of him in her mouth, but she gagged and choked, her eyes watering. He swore under his breath, his fantasy of dominance slipping away with each pathetic slurp she made. "You're useless," he spat, pulling his cock out of her mouth with a wet pop.

Ruler's eyes were wide with fear and confusion as she coughed and gasped for air. She had never felt so violated, but the thought of her master being harmed was unbearable. How was that thing supposed to fit in her mouth? She glanced over at Caster, how had she claimed that this was supposed to be small? What did normal ones look like? Was sex just meant to be torture?

Shinji's grip on her hair tightened as he pushed his cock back in her mouth, trying to force her to take more of him. Jeanne's eyes watered and she choked, her inexperience evident in every clumsy movement. His face twisted in a mix of frustration and disgust, and his strokes grew more erratic. 

He withdrew his cock with a sneer. "You're useless," he said again. His rock hard cock bobbed in front of her face. "You can't fight and you're a horrible whore." He turned to Caster and smirked. "What are you laughing at whore? It's your turn."

Tamamo looked at him with a mix of amusement and disgust. "You think you can just take whatever you want from us?" she said, but she knew better than to challenge him directly. Ritsuka was still in danger. She had no choice in the matter, she would lower herself like this to spare the others. With an over dramatic sigh, she stepped forward, her tail swishing behind her.

Her hand reached out and grabbed Shinji's cock with the enthusiasm of someone picking up a piece of dirty laundry. She held it at arm's length, her nose wrinkled as if it smelled bad. "Fine," she said through gritted teeth, "but if that thing gets near my mouth, I will bite it off." She knew his type. He would be unable to resist her, the more she acted like he was dirt.

Her grip was firm, but her strokes were slow and methodical, given that she was literally performing a chore she despised. She kept her eyes on his face, watching his every reaction with a smug look unnaturally painted onto her face. Shinji’s frustration grew as she continued to handle him without an ounce of passion. He had never felt so degraded, his pride as a man bruised by the very people he had been granted power over.

“Fuck this,” he snarled, ripping Caster’s top down, exposing her voluptuous breasts. She gasped in mock surprise, but she didn’t pull away. Her eyes flashed with anger, but she knew better than to resist. He grabbed her wrists and pushed her onto her knees, placing her hands on her own breasts. “Use these, then, if your mouth is too precious!”

Shinji’s eyes glinted with a mix of rage and lust as he positioned his cock between her tits. He leaned back slightly, giving himself a better view of the spectacle he was about to create. Caster’s chest heaved with indignation, but she remained still, allowing him to push his cock through the valley of her breasts. Her skin was soft and warm, and she could feel him pulsing against her. The sensation was foreign and unwelcome, but she steeled herself, focusing on the need to protect Ritsuka.

With a snarl, Shinji began to pump his hips, using Caster’s breasts as a makeshift cunt. His hands grabbed her fox-ears for leverage, pulling on them painfully. Caster’s eyes narrowed, but she didn’t dare move as she felt his warm, sticky precum dribble onto her skin. She knew this was a test of her self-control, and she was not about to fail it.

Tamamo’s golden eyes never left his as she felt him growing closer to climax. The smirk of false control, never left her face. She could see the madness in his gaze, the desperation to prove his dominance. It was pathetic. With a final, brutal thrust, he pulled out of her breasts, and she knew what was coming next. He grabbed her by the neck, the stench of his sweat and lust filling her nose, and forced her mouth open, shoving his cock down her throat.

The muscles in her throat tightened, and for a brief moment, she considered biting down. The temptation was overwhelming, the thought of feeling his cock rip and tear as she taught him to not push his luck. But she held back, her eyes watering as she focused on the pulse of his manhood in her throat.

Shinji groaned in pleasure, his hips bucking as he approached his peak. Tamamo's cheeks bulged around his girth, and she felt the veins in his cock pulse against her tongue. The taste of his precum was bitter, but she knew she could handle it. Her mouth was a prison for his ego, and she would not let it escape until he was fully satisfied.

As he reached his climax, he held her head still, thrusting into her mouth with reckless abandon. She could feel the hot spurts of his cum filling her throat, but she remained unfazed, her eyes never leaving his. The rage and disgust in her gaze did not waver, a silent declaration that she would not be broken by this despicable act.

Shinji's eyes rolled back in his head as he came, the sensation of her throat muscles working around him sending him over the edge. He pulled out, panting, and looked down at her with a mix of shock and newfound respect. "You didn't gag," he murmured, almost to himself.

Caster spat out his cum with a look of pure disdain. "You're hardly the first," she said coldly, her voice a low purr that sent shivers down his spine. "And certainly not the biggest. I’ll barely feel a thing if you try to shove that in my pussy."

Shinji felt a flicker of doubt, but quickly brushed it aside. He had what he wanted from her, and now it was time to move on to the next. He was going to enjoy all of them. "Lancer," he called out, his voice thick with lust. "Your turn to serve me."

Tamamo snorted loudly, drawing his attention back to her. “Of course you would be too much of a coward to try to prove me wrong.” Shinji looked at her, the lust obvious in his eyes, and for a moment, she thought he would take her bait. Then he scoffed and turned back to Mélusine.

Mélusine looked at him with cold, emotionless eyes. She knew that she had to endure this to protect Ritsuka, but she couldn't hide the disgust she felt. She stepped forward, dropping her weapons to the floor with a clatter, and allowed him to pull her onto his lap. He wasted no time in stripping away her dress, revealing her bare, unblemished skin.

Shinji’s hands roamed over her body, squeezing and kneading her breasts, her waist, her thighs. Mélusine's expression never changed. Her mind was a million miles away, thinking of the death that awaited this pathetic seaweed later tonight. She felt his hand move down to her core, and she flinched. He grinned, mistaking her reaction for pleasure. It was cute to see a worm try to pleasure a dragon, and completely useless.

Caster watched from the side, a smirk playing on her lips. "You know," she said sweetly, "for someone who's supposed to be the Master, it's taking you a suspiciously long time to get it up again."

Shinji's face reddened, and he glared at Tamamo, but her words had hit a nerve. He squeezed Lancer's breasts harder, his eyes never leaving hers. "Shut up," he snarled, "or I'll show you just how much of a 'master' I can be." She shuddered in revulsion but that was the point . “You can’t be more than a servant if you aren’t capable of even getting it up to fuck a goddess like me.”

Ignoring Caster's continued taunts, Shinji focused on Lancer. He leaned in closer, his breath hot against her neck. "I just want to enjoy you," he whispered- a lie, his voice dripping with feigned affection. His hands continued to roam, moving from her breasts to her hips and then back up to her neck, his fingers tightening slightly. Lancer remained still, her eyes unflinching. Mélusine felt no fear, she knew that this would only be temporary. He would be dead in 81 minutes.

With a grunt, Shinji positioned himself beneath her and thrust upwards. Mélusine felt the pressure as he entered her, but there was no pain. Her body was a perfectly crafted imitation of the greatest fairy, but she was still the Dragon Albion, more than capable of withstanding much more than this puny human could ever dish out. She kept her gaze focused straight ahead, her mind racing with thoughts of Ritsuka's safety and her own burning apathy for the man who dared to defile her perfect form. She only belonged to Ritsuka now. His defiance in touching her was a crime against the world itself. And he would soon pay the price for his transgressions. 

Tamamo watched the scene unfold with horror as she forced herself to slip back into the role of Daji that she had tried to abandon. "Look at you," she jeered, "trying to dominate her of all people with that tiny thing. It's no wonder you have to resort to rape to get what you want."

Shinji ignored her, his focus solely on the dragon girl in his lap. He began to move his hips with a clumsy, desperate rhythm, his meager cock sliding in and out of her. Lancer remained stoic, her eyes fixed on a spot on the wall. The lack of emotion on her face was almost unnerving, as if she were a statue rather than a living, breathing being. Her body was tight and unyielding around him, a stark contrast to the softness and warmth he was used to.

The room was filled with the slap of flesh against flesh, the only sound breaking the tense silence. Shinji’s breathing grew heavier, his movements more erratic. He whispered her name, hoping to elicit some sort of response from her, but Lancer remained silent, her expression unchanged. Her thoughts were elsewhere, her mind racing with the promise of vengeance she would soon deliver.

As the minutes ticked by, Caster grew bolder in her taunts. "Is that all you've got?" she goaded, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "It's no wonder you don't have a girlfriend, you're barely a man."

Shinji’s grip on Lancer’s hips tightened, his eyes searching hers for any sign of pleasure or pain, but found only the cold emptiness of a statue. Unnerved, he thrust harder, his own passion clouding his judgment as he sought to elicit some reaction from the stoic dragon girl. Yet she remained unyielding, her thoughts focused on the coming nightfall and the promise of his demise just 74 minutes away.

Feeling inadequate, he pulled out of her abruptly, tossing her to the ground with a grunt of frustration. Lancer landed with a soft thud, her eyes never looking towards him. He turned to Ruler, his anger boiling over.

"On your back," he ordered, his voice low and menacing. Jeanne complied, her eyes never leaving the floor as she lay down, trembling. Her fear for Ritsuka was palpable, a knot in her stomach that grew tighter with every passing second.

Shinji's gaze lingered on her exposed body, his mind racing with depraved thoughts. He stepped over to her, his cock standing at attention despite the cold contempt in her eyes. He positioned himself between her legs, and she offered no resistance, her mind racing with silent prayers for her master's safety.

“Wait! I’m sorry!” Tamamo cried out desperately. “Your cock is the biggest I’ve ever seen, and I want nothing more than to serve you Master! Please fuck my slutty foxy cunt!” It was a hail mary- a chance to save the innocent Jeanne d’Arc from having her purity stolen from her. Only one of them should be soiled tonight, and that should be the only one already broken. 

Shinji looked at her, shock written on his face. “So you finally realized where you belong? That I, Shinji Matou, am your rightful Master and the greatest man you’ve ever seen?” He grinned and then looked back down at the virginal ruler lying before him. “Then you can watch as I break these two sluts like I broke you with my massive dick.” 

With one swift movement, he plunged into Jeanne, her virginity taken without ceremony. Jeanne's eyes widened in shock as she felt herself stretch around him, his girth seeming impossibly large to her inexperienced body. A muffled gasp escaped her lips, and she bit down on her bottom lip to keep from crying out. Her eyes squeezed shut, she could feel the warmth of tears building up behind her lids.

He began to move, his thrusts punctuated by grunts of effort. ‘Jeanne’s mind was a whirlwind of confusion and pain, her body responding involuntarily to the unfamiliar intrusion. Despite herself, she could feel a trickle of wetness forming around his shaft, a betrayal of the disgust she felt for him.

"Please," she whispered through gritted teeth, "not like this." Her eyes remained tightly shut, her mind a fortress of despair as she begged for a mercy she knew would not come. "Please, this is a sin!" She moaned out the last part as he thrust his entire length into her virgin cunt.

Shinji smirked, "You're just a whore now," he said, enjoying her pain, "A tool for me to use." He was merciless in his pumping, her body's natural lubrication doing little to ease the pain as he invaded her untouched depths. Jeanne's mind reeled, trying to focus on anything but the feeling of him inside her.

Jeanne’s thoughts drifted to Ritsuka, the warmth of her touch, the kindness in her eyes. That was why she was doing this. Every time she felt something close to pleasure, she was reminded of the monster on top of her, and she hated herself for it. She was a saint, a being of purity and light, and here she was, being defiled by this sinner. Yet, she could not bring herself to fight back. If she did, she knew what fate would befall her beloved master. So, she took the pain, the humiliation, the violation, all for her.

"Call me master," Shinji growled, his voice thick with lust. Ruler's eyes snapped open, and she looked up at him, pure loathing in her gaze. But she knew the price of disobedience, so she swallowed her pride and whispered the hated word. "Master."

His smirk grew wider, and he pumped harder into her, the sound of their bodies slapping together echoing in the room. "That's right," he said, "you're mine now. Forget about that Ritsuka bitch." Jeanne clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms as she tried to keep the tears at bay.

Jeanne’s body responded despite her hatred, tightening around him as he pounded into her. She felt her first ever orgasm building, a traitorous response to his rough, selfish touch. The pleasure was a betrayal, a slap in the face of her own dignity, but she couldn't stop it. It washed over her in a wave of heat, and she bit back a moan, her eyes squeezed shut, trying to block out the sight of his smug expression. The sensation was intense, like nothing she had ever felt before, and it was all the more bitter for being at the hands of this monster.

Shinji grunted in victory as he felt her tighten around him, mistaking her involuntary response for pleasure in his deed. He drove into her even harder, and with a final, desperate thrust, he reached his own climax, filling her with his seed. He collapsed onto her, his breath hot and ragged in her ear, his cock still buried deep within her.

The moment was over, and she felt his weight lift off her as he pulled out, leaving her feeling empty and soiled. She lay there, her eyes still closed, her body trembling with the aftershocks of her first orgasm. The feeling of his cum inside her was foreign, disgusting. She wished she could scrub herself clean of his touch, but she knew it was a futile effort. Her purity had been stolen, her body used and discarded like a piece of trash.

Shinji stood over Ruler, his cock glistening with her juices, a look of triumph in his eyes. He didn't bother to cover himself, letting his ego soak in the sight of her nakedness, her submission. "Now," he said, turning to Lancer, "Your turn, bitch."

Tamamo wanted to cry. She had debased herself so much, begged for this pathetic child to take her, and he still preferred to rape the pure innocent Jeanne. All of that was for nothing, Jeanne had been ruined by this monster. And now he wanted Lancer too. Nothing she had done had protected her friends. She had failed them and her master. Fine then, she’d be honest with him, it’s not like it mattered anymore. “You are disgusting Matou, a vile horrible rapist.” 

Shinji looked at her and chuckled. “Don’t get so upset slut, I’m just saving you for last.” 

Mélusine remained on the floor, in the exact position he had dropped her after shoving his thing in her vagina, her face a mask of cold indifference. But inside, she felt nothing but disgust. She knew she had to endure this, just a little longer before her Master would come for her. So, she did as she was told, getting on her knees with a grace that belied her true feelings. Her eyes never left the floor as she waited for his next command. Just 59 minutes now.

With a sneer, Shinji stepped towards her, his cock already growing hard again. He grabbed a fistful of her white hair, pulling her face up to meet his crotch. "Open," he demanded. Mélusine's eyes narrowed slightly, but she obeyed, her jaw unclenching as he pushed himself into her mouth. Her teeth grazed his shaft, but she didn't bite down. Not yet. 

He began to fuck her throat with a brutal enthusiasm, his hips thrusting with each demanding word. "Suck it, you loli bitch. Make me hard again." Mélusine’s cheeks hollowed as she took him in deeper, her eyes never leaving the floor. The disgusting feel of his grimy thing on her tongue was nothing compared to the fire burning inside her, the countdown in her head a steady mantra: fifty-eight, fifty-seven, fifty-six...

As Shinji grew harder, his movements grew more erratic, his grip on her hair tightening. Mélusine could feel his excitement building, his every thrust a declaration of victory. But in her mind, she was replaying her vision. The way he died would be glorious. She would endure this, she would survive, and when the time was right, she would see his broken body behind her as she embraced her master. The minutes ticked away, fifty-four, fifty-three, fifty-two...

Finally, he pulled out, panting. "Good," he said, his voice thick with lust. "Now, Caster, it’s finally your turn, you impatient slut." He grabbed her by the arm, pulling her to her feet. She stumbled, but he didn't care. He was too busy admiring his own handiwork, his chest heaving with the exertion of his power trip.

With a sneer, he shoved her onto all fours, her pink hair spilling around her face. "Meow, like the stupid cat-slut you are" he said, smacking her ass as hard as he could. Tamamo found it amusing how little she felt his touch. She glared back at him, but she knew better than to resist. Not yet. Her mind raced, trying to find a way out of this, to save Ritsuka, to stop this monster. But she had to bide her time and pretend to be the compliant slut again.

Tamamo reluctantly complied, meowing as she was told, each sound a knife in her heart. The sound was forced, unnatural, but it was enough to make him smile. He lined up behind her, his cock once again standing at attention after the mess he had made of Mélusine’s mouth. He didn't bother with foreplay, just plunged into her without warning. She bit back a hiss of discomfort as he filled her, his grip on her hips tight enough to leave bruises on a normal human. Honestly, the guy had never heard of bed-care.

He started to fuck her, hard and fast, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room. She stared at the wall in front of her, the plaster a canvas for her rage. It was a dance she knew all too well, a dance of degradation and power. And she hated every second of it. But she had to keep playing along, for Ritsuka's sake.

"Meow for your master," he insisted, slapping her ass again. Caster forced out a sound that was more of a whimper than a meow, her eyes flashing with anger. She felt the warmth of his hand on her back and she resisted the urge to turn and claw his face like the cat that brat though she was. .

Shinji stepped back, his chest heaving, and grabbed a fistful of her hair, yanking her head back. "I said meow, bitch," he snarled, and she could see the madness in his eyes. Caster took a deep breath, her heart racing with fury. She could feel the hatred building within her, begging to be unleashed, the cruelty she had once wielded as an Evil of Humanity. But, she couldn’t unleash it now, no matter how tempted she was, not with her master at risk. She would wait for the tables to turn. 

With a twisted smile, she complied, letting out a high-pitched, over-the-top meow that was so obviously fake it was almost comical. The sound was filled with sarcasm and venom, a mockery of his degrading demands. Shinji seemed oblivious to her contempt, his eyes glazed over with lust as he watched her.

"Good girl," he murmured, stroking her cheek with the back of his hand. Caster's skin crawled at his touch, but she forced herself to remain still, to keep playing the role of the obedient servant. She knew that any sign of defiance would only make him angrier, and she had to keep her cool for Ritsuka's sake.

Shinji's hand came down to smack her breast as he continued to plunge her depths. His pathetic cock buried itself in her pussy over and over again, his grunts growing louder as he grew closer to his peak. Caster's eyes narrowed, her teeth grinding together as she held back her true feelings. She had been with many men before, men who had treated her with the respect and care she deserved, even some who had used her as whore, but none had ever been as vile as this boy standing before her.  He couldn't even fuck her good enough to make it somewhat fun! Her thoughts briefly drifted to Hakuno, her true master, the one who had loved her for who she was, not just as a tool to satisfy their sick desires. To Ritsuka, her current and most innocent master, her most trusted friend.

With one final, brutal thrust, Shinji pulled out, his cock glistening with her wetness. He aimed himself at her back, her beautiful pink hair that she had always been so proud of. She felt the hot spurt of his cum as he painted her with his seed, the sticky mess covering her like a disgusting badge of dishonor.

"Say thank you, Master," Shinji ordered as he wiped himself off with the shreds of Caster's top. The words stuck in her throat like bile, but she knew better than to risk Ritsuka over her pride.

With a plastered smile that didn't quite reach her eyes, Caster forced out, "Thank you, Master, for the most amazing treat." The sarcasm was thick in her voice, a blatant challenge that she hoped would wound his ego. But Shinji was too caught up in his own delusions to notice.

"You're welcome," he said, his tone smug. "Now, Ruler, get over here. Time for you to prove your worth again."

Ruler, still lying on the floor, looked up at him with a mix of fear and despair. Her body was sore from his earlier abuse, but she knew she had no choice but to comply. With trembling legs, she pushed herself to her knees, her armor clanking against the cold, hard floor.

"Worship me," he said, his voice taking on a darker tone. "Show me how much you appreciate your new role."

"30 minutes!" Mélusine whispered to herself with a smile. 

Zolgen Makiri had lived for a very long time and seen a lot of things in his life, but none of them compared to Ritsuka Fujimaru. From the moment he had first detected the red-haired teen with three servants- fully corporal when observing the world through his primary host in Sakura Matou, he had been hooked. There had been four servants in that room- counting Emiya’s, and just two Masters. Three of them were calling Ritsuka Fujimaru their master. Somehow. 

Zolgen Makiri was one of the original architects of the Holy Grail. He was the world's foremost expert- assuming you did not count Justeaze- on the Heroic Spirit Summoning System. He was the man who had invented Command Seals. He knew exactly how a Holy Grail War was supposed to work, and he knew that Ritsuka flew in the face of every single one of those rules. 

To summon a single servant was nearly an impossible task. Grail Wars only occurred every fifty years, because that was the quickest turnover the Grail could have between even lesser wishes than to reach the Root. That was how long it took for the build up of enough prana to summon a fresh set of servants. A human wasn’t meant to summon Heroic Spirits, they were the agents of Alaya, meant to be summoned autonomously by the world itself in response to threats. No human mage was capable of supporting a servant on their own- they were beings composed of pure ether. The Grail itself provides the vast majority of the magical energy responsible for a servant’s upkeep. No Master could sustain two-servants in a Grail War- even with the Grail’s support. Taking on 20% of the energy two servants would burn through any mage that wasn’t a Grand Rank within a week. To sustain three? She would have to have circuits on par with the most legendary of mages from the Age of Gods. 

Except, Ritsuka Fujimaru was also not receiving any magical energy from the Holy Grail. Zolgen was certain of that fact, given that his granddaughter had a fragment of the lesser grail in her chest. And just a few hours ago, he had watched as Ritsuka had engaged the other vessel of the lesser grail in combat. There had been no sign of any transfer of energy between the two. She was apparently sustaining three Heroic Spirits in their natural containers without any outside assistance. It was the most remarkable thing that Makiri had ever seen in his five hundred years of life. 

Somehow, Ritsuka had one upped her own impossible standard when he had the chance to see her in combat against Tohsaka’s servant. She had immediately identified the Lancer as Enkidu. She had not simply fought with the three servants she already had, she summoned another four. They weren’t full servants, slightly less expressive than the other three, but for the purposes of combat, they might as well have been. A caster with blonde hair and a sword who looked similar to the Saber from the previous Holy Grail War. A blonde Lancer that looked oddly similar to the Master she was fighting, and commanded legions of the dead. A flowery Caster specializing in healing magecraft with white hair and a white cloak. And most terrifying of all, a Dragon-Girl with blonde hair and a Saint Graph that screamed evil in a way that the Makiri head could not quantify. Those four had not just matched her three true heroic spirits in prowess, they had surpassed them. The second the battle was over, a very short battle, the familiars disappeared, leaving behind no trace of their existence. The Tohsaka heiress hadn’t stood a chance. 

If Ritsuka’s command over three servants was merely impossible, then these familiars she had summoned for combat were inconceivable. Zolgen’s specialty as a Magus was in the creation of Familiars and he had more familiarity with the heroic spirit system then anyone alive. A familiar could not be more powerful than oneself, it could not multiply your supply of Magical Energy. They were incredibly useful, and even powerful weapons, but they were supposed to be limited by their creator’s limits. But this Ritsuka Fujimaru either didn’t have limits or had some unknown method to circumvent all of them. 

The conversations that his many familiars had overheard, offered no sufficient explanations to her abilities. She was from the Chaldea Security Organization. Zolgen Makiri had heard of the Animusphere Lord’s project, he had done research into the man when he had started sniffing around Fuyuki. Lord Animusphere wanted to output an exact copy of the Earth’s Soul, and use that to observe the future. Most of the Lords considered it a doomed endeavor. Even if Marisbury Animusphere was to succeed in materializing a soul without using True Magic, it would not provide anywhere close to a sufficient explanation for everything he had seen Ritsuka do. Even if Chaldea was potentially more than a hundred years into the future. The Caster had also claimed that they were completely cut off from Chaldea in this singularity-  no communications or resources were able to be transmitted to them. Even if Chaldea had their own Grail, with a hundred times the potency of Justeaze’s, that explanation was still completely voided by the Caster’s claim. 

Usually, Zolgen Makiri would have chosen to be patient. Sakura wasn’t viable in this war, not with both Attila and the Divine Spirit Berserker being involved, so he had disregarded his plans to use her as a lesser grail. She would pass that duty onto the next generation of Matou, her child with Shinj, as useless as he was. However, patience was not a luxury that Zolgen had with Ritsuka. The girl had communicated with her servants that they would leave once the singularity was resolved.

On a technical level, Zolgen knew what a singularity was. It was something that was displaced from both time and space. The problem is that the simple definition did not actually explain how long Ritsuka would be here. The singularity could be the city itself, it could be the grail, or it could be the Divine Spirit that Kotomine had somehow summoned as Berserker in this war. It could even be the girl who had confessed to her Master last night that she was the White Titan, Sephyr. The cause of the singularity or where she was from did not matter, truth be told. All that mattered was that Zolgen had a limited window to find answers to all of his questions. He had to move quickly.

So in the last 48 hours, Zolgen had moved with an urgency he had not experienced in his last 500 years of existence. He had summoned Cursed Arm from the corpse of the false assassin and killed the Caster by threatening her Master. He had then puppeted the corpse with his crest worms, all for the intention of capturing Ritsuka Fujimaru. He had removed the primary piece of his soul from Sakura, intent on pivoting to the more powerful and interesting vessel in Ritsuka Fujimaru. He had secured the unending loyalty of Rider with that undeniable tradeoff. 

His plan had worked to perfection. Ritsuka had done the impossible and defeated Archer Heracles, utilizing four different familiars from the ones used against Lancer; alongside Caster and Lancer. He had revealed his hand to the weakened Master, and forced Ruler to stand aside. And he had used one of Sakura’s command spells, leaving her with just one. But his gambit had worked, and now he finally had Ritsuka here as his subject. 

After nearly two hours of experimenting and prodding at every inch of Ritsuka, Zolgen Makiri still had a lot more questions than answers. He could confirm that she was receiving no magical energy from any outside source. There was no trail to follow at this point in time, there were remnants of her receiving energy from somewhere, but right now, even while her body and mind were petrified, she was maintaining three servants without any apparent effort. He could confirm that while her Mystic Code forged of miniaturized primordial runes was impressive, it had no part in her unexplainable ability to command her servants and familiars. The ability was seemingly her own.

As to how that ability existed, Makiri was still at a loss. Her magic circuits were not the level of a Grand. Even inside of her body, his worm had almost no od to feed on. He had assumed that it was a guarantee that she would make a more useful mana battery for him than Sakura had, given her impossible feats. Yet, while there was a lack of magical energy in her body, she also was seemingly drawing from a bottomless well of mana that existed in another phase entirely.

Zolgen Makiri had tossed around a number of theories as to how her familiars could work. The first thing he had considered after ruling out extraordinary magical circuits was if she could be utilizing a Reality Marble to summon servants. Nrvnqsr Chaos was famous for using beasts formed by his reality marble as familiars, fearsome creatures that were almost limitless in their utility. Zolgen was no expert on the matter, but his understanding of the subject indicated that Reality Marbles did not need particularly impressive magic circuits. The problem with that theory was simple. While heroic spirits were a step up as a familiar, it was theoretically possible for the combat-only summons to be the byproduct of that one. Yet, Zolgen had dismissed that theory for a number of reasons- mainly that while it explained the combat summons, it did not explain the fact that she had three full servants. Or the lack of aria involved in her summons. 

The next theory that he dismissed was the idea that Ritsuka could somehow be the Third Magician. She had a more direct connection to the throne of heroes than even Justeaze did before she became the Grail. She was able to fully materialize familiars drawing from the throne with seemingly no real cost. She could summon three servants at once without assistance from the Grail, a feat on par with the grail. However, for her to be the Third Magician, she would have to have surpassed Justeaze,as she could only do that after sacrificing herself to be the Grail, and at that point, there was no reason for her to have a physical body. For her to be that closely connected to the Throne, she would have already achieved the ability to materialize her soul, and in that case, nothing Zolgen could have mustered against her would have mattered. And she wouldn’t be here in the first place, any magus with that ability would choose to fly. 

So what was she? Zolgen Makiri was at a complete loss. The girl was a contradiction within a contradiction. She commanded the force of an entire world, despite seemingly being just an ordinary human with no special abilities. She had an endless well of magical energy within her, solely devoted to maintaining the impossible functions only achievable for the arayashiki. Zolgen Makiri did not know how she worked, but he looked forward to dissecting her and finding out. All in pursuit of the Root, he would explore and understand Ritsuka Fujimaru, until he could redesign her for his own purposes. 

The host body of Zolgen Makiri watched as Ritsuka’s hand glowed for a second, before a second stroke of her command spell somehow appeared out of thin air on the back of her palm. She was capable of regenerating her command spells? While unconscious? How? There was no plausible explanation for that. He had invented command spells and he could not accomplish anything close to that!

Without warning, Ritsuka’s shadow came alive, a figure literally rising out of it. He was dressed in green with a green cloak and a fedora of the same color. One eye was hidden behind his white locks, the other glowed an ominous yellow. “Hahahahahahahahahaha.” The figure chuckled. 

He was a fully corporal heroic spirit, not merely a combat summon or an imitation but a full heroic spirit. It did not make a lick of sense. She had summoned a fully corporal heroic spirit without a summoning circle or catalyst. She had used no incantation, literally being paralyzed, but as if emerging from within her, the laughing figure had materialized without any prompting other than her gaining a command spell. It was outlandish and another abnormality in the ever growing list of abnormalities concerning Ritsuka Fujimaru. Still, it hardly mattered. 

“I suggest you stand down,” Zolgen warned the cackling anti-hero with a Saint Graph forged of rage. “My familiar will cut off the blood flow to your Master’s heart if you try anything.”

“Hahahahahahahahahahaha!” The laughing avenger only grew louder at his threat. “Tell me magus, do you think that you can quench the flames that burn within her? That you can surpass the one who shall surpass the depths of love and hate? … no, no. No! One like you could never hope to surpass someone who has lost as much as her! Hahahahahahahaha!” 

Zolgen growled, but didn’t relent. “I suggest you kill yourself now, servant, or I will be forced to take action against your master.” 

“Are you so assured of your immortality that you will not fear the flames of vengeance? You think you are untouchable? A fool! Nothing but a fool I say! For you do not know that nothing can quench her wroth! You do not know that no obstacle can stand in the way of her vengeance!”

“Assassin!” Zolgen Makiri called for his servant, suddenly alarmed by the attitude of the newest servant in Ritsuka’s retinue. 

“I am Le Comte de Monte Cristo! I am an Avenger! We are as of providence itself in this barren world! To thee belongeth vengeance! The black flames of the relic of the eighth sacrament burn all things! Even thy soul! Monte Cristo Mythologie!” He declared. “Hahahahahahahahahahaha!”

Assassin moved towards Monte Cristo, his arm extending to tear at the heart of the self-professed Avenger. Monte Cristo made no move to dodge or deflect the blow. He simply stood there as Zolgen watched as the world seemingly moved in slow motion. Ritsuka Fujimaru was engulfed in the black flames and Zolgen screamed in pain. 

The worm housing the main portion of Zolgen’s soul felt its skin crackle as the black flames licked at his body. The rest of the worms felt the same, writhing on the ground, even as they were seemingly untouched. His eyes bulged in their sockets, desperately trying to escape the fiery prison that had become his reality. His host body crumbled, the worms dispersing. The book of the false attendant fell apart without the familiars holding it together. Was this truly how he met his end? Each breath was a scream as the agony spread like a malignant infection through his veins. He had never imagined pain could be so complete, so all-consuming. His very soul was being burnt to ashes- there was no second chance here, just death.

“Despair. That is Hell. I will not take pity upon you, rot away worm. Return to the dirt from which you came!” Those were the last words that Zolgen Makiri would ever hear. 

And then it was over. 

Ritsuka slowly blinked, her eyes fluttering open for the time in hours. Her body was unharmed by the flames that had killed the parasite within. Edmond Dantes stood protectively in front of her, as she rose to her feet. Cursed Arm was nowhere to be seen, a pile of ashes on the floor all that remained of Zolgen Makiri.

“Avenger…” Ritsuka whispered. “Thank you.”

“As I told you, my accomplice; no matter what kind of transcendent light you may touch, your soul is yours and yours alone.”

Ritsuka smiled and nodded. She rose to her feet and stepped forward a single step on unsteady legs. She locked eyes with the servant that had bound her for the last few hours, without flinching away from her. “Medusa… You’re free now.” 

She didn’t look back as she stepped past Medusa and towards the stairs back to the ground floor of Matou manor. So confident was she that Medusa would not strike her with her back turned. She did harbor either grudge or hatred against Medusa for her part in Makiri’s plot, for that was not who Ritsuka Fujimaru was. 

“Sakura…” Medusa whispered to herself as they left.

Shinji’s hands gripped Mélusine’s thighs as he slammed her down on his cock. “90 seconds!” Mélusine chimed like an alarm. He was holding her light frame in the air, using her as nothing but a flesh light. He had become spooked by her countdown and now was trying to force her to stop. He pulled at her nipple and twisted it. She merely smiled blankly, her joy at the upcoming event impossible to keep down. 

“One minute left!” His cock pushed into her with renewed vitality. It was a disgusting experience that she so desperately wanted to end. And soon it would. He thrust at her like a jackhammer, no pleasure in the sensation, just desperate humping of her body. “Thirty seconds!” She sang cheerfully. 

“Shut up!” Shinji sneered as he repeatedly dropped her on his cock. “Nobody is coming to save you, Lancer! I am your master now, so just get used to it and learn to like it!”

“Twenty seconds! Nineteen! Eighteen! Seventeen!” She started to count down, unable to contain her joy. 

Shinji roared and removed his hand from her breast to slap it over her mouth- intent on shutting her up himself. It was a reflex of fear. He did not want to know what would happen when she hit zero. 

Mélusine tilted her head to the side, considering the position she was in. She then shrugged to herself and nibbled gently on Shinji’s hand that was covering her mouth. 

Shinji reeled his hand back and screamed in pain. “What the fuck, bitch! How dare you fucking maim your master!” His hand was bleeding profusely where she had bitten, his middle finger crushed under the force that her jaws had exerted. The bone was snapped in multiple places and he would immediate medical attention. He removed his hand from under Mélusine’s thigh and let her fall to the ground as he cradled his hand to his chest and tried to stifle his sobs!. She laid on her back and beamed at the ceiling.

“Twelve! Eleven! Ten!” Mélusine resumed her countdown. 

“You shouldn’t have done that, Lancer,” Tamamo-no-Mae tried to urge caution. “We don’t want his grandfather to take it out on Master.”

“Eight! Seven! Six!!”

“Especially not after all we’ve gone through already… to throw that away…” Jeanne whimpered.

“Three! Two!”

“You damn right, I’m going to take it out on your Master! She will suffer-” Shinji was cut off as a silver chain wrapped around his neck and stole his breath. 

“Zero!” Mélusine cheered as she bolted to her feet and dashed towards the open door. The chain pulled tight around Shinji’s neck, cracking the bones in his neck. At the same moment, Mélusine tackle-hugged Ritsuka to the ground, just above the top of the staircase. Her naked body rubbed against her Master and the only one she still loved. She nuzzled her face into her Master’s shoulder. “Master! You’re back!”

A/N: The information pertaining to Edmond Dantes is all revealed in his first interlude and his Drama CD. It is not explicitly a JP spoiler. His second interlude which comes out in November makes this information much clearer, but I think I avoided everything from it that is not already able to be concluded based on the first. He does indeed live in Ritsuka’s mind/soul as a guardian of sorts and does not need to be explicitly summoned to manifest. He first appeared in her soul sometime during London with a curse the King of Mages placed on Ritsuka on a whim. In the Drama CD we see that Dantes is able to kill Michael Roa Valdamjong in a permanent fashion by burning the soul. Dantes is also touched by the flames, but despite expecting death, comes away unharmed. Monte Cristo Mythologie is those flames- they consume the soul as an offensive weapon and burn away all poisons and mental interference when used defensively. Said Noble Phantasm is always active in its defensive use and one could say it grants an innate poison resistance…

Yes, it was Rider who killed Shinji. As much as Jeanne/Tamamo/Mélusine suffered at his hands, the only one who would kill him over it was Tamamo and maybe Mélusine, but Sakura also suffered a lot more than them. Letting Rider kill him to protect and avenge Sakura felt fitting. In case you couldn’t tell, I wasn’t feeling charitable towards Shinji with this one. I think the portrayal of him was one of my most accurate for anyone so far though. Zouken also felt close to his cannon self and I’m fine with the limited portrayal of Ritsuka post-Traum. The servants not so much. 

I got a bit carried away here with explaining how Chaldea’s systems work, and how Zouken Matou perceives them. One of the most interesting things to me is how odd everything Chaldea does is, and how willing people are to completely gloss over the fake science behind it. Kayneth Archibald in the Fate/Zero event is told about the systems of Chaldea by Waver, and compares them to True Magic on multiple occasions.

I think that they probably are exactly that. 

Obviously, Marisbury rejected using the Grail to reach the root when he won the Grail War, but pay close attention to his wording in that rejection. “The third magic means nothing to me. As the head of the Animusphere family and chairman of the Astromancy division.. I must reach the root in my own unique way.” That does not read as him not wanting to reach the root, but having every intention to do so, or possibly even had already used his own method. The science of Chaldea’s Rayshifts is built on the idea of existence verification. In the Moonlight/Lostroom material, we are told that the process works because a coffin is a “ Living but Dead Box ” similar to the one of the proposal of Schrödinger’s cat. The Master’s existence is verified as unknown and then transmitted to the time period. Their existence in the coffin is defined as nothing at this point, and they exist in the Rayshift destination as a result. Seems simple enough right?

There is a problem with that theory beyond the fact that Ritsuka had a nasty habit of Rayshifting outside of a coffin in Arc 1 (despite Beryl’s claims that not even Chaldea can do that). Schrödinger’s cat is not intended to be real science. It is a thought experiment proposed by Erwin Schrödinger in a conversation with Albert Einstein about the flaws of the Copenhagen solution to the Schrödinger equation. The idea that a wave can exist in an unknown state before it is observed, was taken to an illogical extreme by using a living organism to point out the flaws in the arrogance of believing that observation defines the entirety of the universe around us and not just our perception of it. This thought experiment has been twisted to illustrate the idea to beginners of how quantum superpositioning works, but it was not the original intent. And the science proposed by Copenhagen was also only meant to reflect the collapse of waves- theoretically, this could be that on a grander scale but Nasu has explicitly referenced Schrödinger alone in Fate, so I’m a bit skeptical. Many scientists have taken the Copenhagen solution to be refuted by the idea of parallel worlds- that when the wave is observed, it exists in one state in one universe and the opposite in the other. It never existed in a state of superposition, just a different state based on branching paths. That’s not the most common theory, but it is a conflicting one with some popularity. So where is the science behind the rayshift? All magecraft has to have science for it to function.

It could be Nasu overlooking the science to make his magecraft rules work, but Mahoyo draws attention away from this idea. Aoko compares reaching the root to becoming the richest man in the world as her analogy. Who was it who chose to do that instead of reaching the root again? A fun tongue in cheek thing at most, but then Aoko also says the following. “Granted, some users are able to trick you into thinking something’s possible when it really isn’t.” Aoko had previously defined magic as the things that are impossible for humans and magecraft as a shortcut for things that are theoretically possible. And she herself had already drawn attention to Marisbury. There is also the fact that the final chapter of the game has the word “ Chaldea ” written on the spine in the library area for chapter navigation. Here Aoko is bringing up the idea that someone could be hiding that they are a Magician by claiming their miracle is possible through Magecraft. You usually don’t have a line like that if you don’t plan on doing something with it at some point, or at the very least you are considering doing something like that. 

And Marisbury with all the hundreds of abnormalities surrounding the systems of Chaldea is the most obvious culprit for that. If his Magic- likely the fourth allows for him to place things in a simultaneous state of existence, you can explain away the time dilation on CHALDEAS, the existence of CHALDEAS as the earth’s soul but also separate, and the Rayshift system. CHALDEAS is not a copy of the earth or the materialization of its soul, it’s forcing the earth to exist in two simultaneous quantum states- two places at the same time. “Tethered, the fourth concealed itself.” If the Animusphere Magic is based around simultaneous existences, then fundamentally, one would be hidden from the world itself, as the entirety of the Schrödinger hypothetical is that observation defines existence. That is why Arcueid in Tsukihime claims that there are only four magicians but the mage's association can claim that a fourth definitely exists, but they know nothing about them. In that conversation, Arcueid is talking about Shiki with Aoko and she knows Zelretch personally. Yumina as the first is always counted as technically alive. So your magician, Arcueid as the Archetype of the planet, can not detect is either her not counting Justeaze as the Grail, or her inability as the planet to recognize the existence of the one who concealed itself . Morgan does tell us to question Rayshifting specifically in Avalon le Fae.

This is just a theory, not even a super high confidence one, but I wish more people would consider that Chaldea’s systems are entirely impossible rather than glossing over it with the explanation that Science Magecraft can do anything. Magecraft according to Aoko can literally do everything that science can on its own . Adding science in wouldn’t make things work that were impossible before, at most it would be slightly more efficient than Magecraft. Mystic codes crafted by Magicians can utilize True Magic and can be used by anyone according to Mahoyo (And seen with the sword of Zelretch in FSN). And Da Vinci does claim that Marisbury, despite his numerous impossible inventions for Chaldea is a “fake genius” in Camelot, which is completely irrational if those are actually the inventions of science or magecraft. Time travel, copying the planet’s soul, spiritron transfers, the summoning of hundreds of heroic spirits outside of a grail war? Those are arguably all more impressive achievements than anything Da Vinci accomplished in their life. To call him a fake genius is completely irrational. 

Alright, now let’s talk about Ritsuka. Despite what people want to think, Ritsuka’s simple summons that we use for gameplay have been a thing in the story since the beginning of the game. Our first mention of them as an actual means of combat is by Sherlock Holmes in Camelot. He does not have an explanation for her being able to use them, and changes the subject when Ritsuka asks. He later claims that they are just a Chaldea system after being overwritten by the impossible self to serve Chaldea. Said version admits to getting his knowledge from Chaldea’s files… Those files that in the same chapter he is summoned, were doctored by the staff in the prologue to say “this amateur Master we’ve been relying on was never more than a way to maintain servant contracts.” 

In arc 2, her summons come up more frequently. Edmond Dantes in her dream during LB2, remarks that she found the power to summon her heroic spirits even within a dream, and claims that it must mean Ritsuka’s sense of self has grown stronger. Da Vinci in Atlantis claims that despite not being able to connect to a leyline, the combat summons still function. In Avalon le Fae they are talked about more, with Ritsuka even lending some of her simple summons to the literal pseudo-servant of Odin and Cu Chulainn. Odin, by the way, struggles to maintain the summons with his own magical energy- only able to do so for one fight. A literal God merged with Cu fucking Chulainn and he barely manages to last one fight while using them. Those summons are again referenced by Da Vinci in Tunguska as “Ritsuka’s simple summons” on multiple occasions and they are a key part of their strategy. In Traum it’s used as her cover for being a Caster, and multiple characters remark on how impressive they are. Lostbelt seven speaks for itself. Every chapter, and even a lot of events since Avalon le Fae have directly referenced the gameplay as a canon part of the character and story. It might have been gameplay in early Arc 1, but they’ve clearly made it a cannon part of the character since then, and as such it needs to have answers.

So what are the simple summons? They are often referred to as shadow servants, but if they are any weaker like the ones we see in Fuyuki, it’s not by much. Those shadows are not bound by what heroic spirits are available- there is literally a shot in the Arc 2 part 2 trailer where Ritsuka is using two Da Vinci Rider’s against the Apostles of the Foreign God and Ritsuka can use Mash in Avalon le Fae when she is missing with amnesia. They can use noble phantasms unrestricted, and again, the characters often believe that the simple summons are their most effective weapon. They use them as their trump card even. When Kirschtaria claims that Ritsuka can beat him without any assistance, he is likely claiming that her simple summons are that strong, and crediting her ability to command them to her. Ritsuka’s ability to summon these servants is not affected much by if she’s connected to a leyline yet (Orleans does it blatantly, and also LB4 it’s the fight before the Leyline she starts summoning them), if she has a connection to Chaldea (Shimousa/Heian-kyo), if Chaldea has no power (Avalon le Fae), if Mash is there (Again, Avalon le Fae) and even if the world itself has a throne of heroes (In SIN, Ritsuka gains the ability to summon six in section two! The throne does not exist in that Lostbelt until the end of section 9). 

There has been no one or any circumstance with the ability to limit Ritsuka’s summons in a truly debilitating manner at any point in the game. The game is clearly exploring the simple summons more lately, and will realistically provide an answer for why/how they work, if they haven’t already. Zolgen’s initial theories were things I had considered before. I was stuck on the Reality Marble train of thought until midway through LB7, before moving on to what I actually think is almost certainly correct when OC Prologue came out. I hinted at it a bit throughout this, but I’d argue my hinting was a lot less blatant than Traum and parts of Avalon le Fae, so don’t think anyone not caught up on JP will read it as spoilers, and most people on JP seem to somehow miss the fact that they’ve explicitly stated how it works. If any JP people want the full explanation, feel free to ask in the comments. 

The ability to summon multiple servants is exclusively a Ritsuka and the Master of Traum thing, even outside of the simple summons. The Crypters with the same system were explicitly only supposed to summon one servant as part of team-A, and even had their class assigned before hand. They were supposed to have Mash with the shield as part of that team, but one was still the plan. We also know that Chaldea had not summoned a heroic spirit with the FATE system until after Ritsuka was the last master left. Aside from Grand Order, we have the double battles Grail War of Fate/Lost Einherjar where there are two holy grails and eight servants across four masters. And in Fate/Extella the Regalia is an artifact that controls the Moon Cell and allows for a servant to command other servants. They are sort of implied to actually be Hakuno’s servants, but it’s not explicit. Those are the only times that to the best of my knowledge, we see someone summon multiple servants. Kirschtaria maybe can count as well, but the only one he summoned and successfully materialized is Caenis- Dioscuri and Odysseus were part of the Lostbelt initially and forged a contract with him. I have no idea if Atlas counts given that he was inside of a tree and did nothing but die. 

The command spells of Ritsuka do canonically regenerate, that’s not a gameplay thing either, it’s just complicated. When Chaldea is offline in Avalon le Fae, Ritsuka regenerates all of her command spells in a second, just so she can use three on Mash at once to fend off the Norwich calamity. Later in Avalon le Fae, without returning to the border, she explicitly has three again. Yet, in chapters like Olympus, Ritsuka only has three. So how does that work? Bad/inconsistent writing? Kadoc gives us a possible answer in Traum when he observes the function of the servants there in section two. “Though unlike normal command spells, they were only meant for support, just like the Master of Chaldea’s. They had just enough magical energy to let them use their noble phantasm at a moment’s notice.” Kadoc has literally never been wrong ever. 

The command spells of the Master of all the servants in Traum regenerate every battle, but are more limited in use having the same functions as Ritsuka’s gameplay ones. While it hasn’t been explicitly stated, I think it’s likely that Ritsuka has two types of command spells. Support and normal as Kadoc explained. The ones used in combat for simple things regenerate, but the ones used as full command spells- to teleport a servant, make Spartacus fly, or as ammunition for the black barrel amongst other things can not. They are the same command spells, but how they are used effect if they return. 

Alright back to talking about the thing I wrote and not canon, sorry about the rant, the lore of FGO is a lot of fun.

If it wasn’t already obvious in the story, Zouken saw Ritsuka as a once in a lifetime opportunity to study a magus with abilities beyond his comprehension. He assumed the chance of winning the grail in a war featuring Arjuna Alter, Heracles Archer, Gilgamesh, and Altera was effectively zero. He gave Shinji Tamamo, Jeanne, and Mélusine, fully expecting that Shinji would lose, but not caring. He also is more wary in deploying the shadow with a Ruler moderating the war. His intent is still to wait for the next cycle to claim the grail- a decision he has no problem making in the other two routes of FSN. He just wants Ritsuka now because of her impossible summons that offer a unique opportunity, and theoretically a path to the root. He moved the main soul to her, primarily because I didn’t want Dantes to have to go after Sakura to kill him, and didn’t want to argue that killing any worm with his flames would kill them all. I thought it made enough sense for Zouken to upgrade his host when given such a great opportunity to make my job easier. Even if you want to pretend that all of Ritsuka’s abnormalities are about Chaldea not her, there is still no reason to think that Zouken is not going to take interest in a series of miracles, any magus without knowledge on the matter would. 

Zouken’s involvement in the story was necessary for Shinji to be able to blackmail the heroic spirits into fucking him. Let’s say that Rider managed to ambush them and capture Ritsuka, somehow against all odds. Maybe Rider is even capable of keeping her unconscious so she can’t escape herself. The servants would not exactly be docile in that case, but active in trying to escape- especially when he wants to rape them. The three would work together to isolate Rider from Ritsuka for a few seconds and take the opportunity to completely destory Shinji and his servant. I like Medusa, but neither she nor Shinji is powerful enough to stand a chance against Mélusine, let alone with two other supports. What if Medusa took a hostage? First off, Mélusine would kill Shinji even if it killed the hostage to free Ritsuka. Secondly, they would have to hold that hostage the entire time. He’s not capable of binding Ritsuka or blackmailing the servants on her own, they know who their master is. Zouken on the other hand is, with an unseen crest worm that can kill her the moment they make a move, even if Zouken were to die, she would too. Something they probably can not get out or kill, even if they manage to escape with Ritsuka. Poor fool wasn’t prepared for an Avenger to be chilling in her soul. She was actually trapped by involving Zouken in a way she couldn’t have been with anyone else. 

Jeanne was automatically assigned to Ruler and a neutral party, because the requester asked for her in the fic, and I could not see a world where Ritsuka lost to even Zouken with Jeanne here. Her noble phantasm works by placing an absolute barrier defense where nothing can interact with them- it’s compared to parting the red sea. Nothing Zouken or Shinji could have done would be able to take down Ritsuka who wouldn’t be idle if she was allowed to participate in the combat. I guess I could have had Jeanne unconscious from the fight with Heracles? The power level of the Grail War was so high in part to justify a ruler being needed, and in part to put Ritsuka in a position where she could actually be vulnerable. Also, because it was fun to throw Arjuna Alter into Fuyuki and see Shinji shit his pants. Altera being Shirou’s servant was not necessary, admittedly, just wanted to mix it up for the background details. They were overestimating Arjuna Alter slightly, he's terrifying but without the most overpowered fame bonus ever, he is beatable.

I could not work Mélusine into this at all. I was completely unable to figure out how she would behave in this type of situation or anything close to it even. I spent an hour headbutting the wall, before I settled on this portrayal after rereading her valentine. This is not how she behaves there, but it mentioned the ability to see the future of people if she chooses to and their fates- every moment they will experience together. I used that to make her into a cold and indifferent doll who is counting down the moment’s until Shinji reaches the death she foresaw. It’s not her at all, and I hate this thing wearing her beautiful face. If I were to redo this, I’d probably ignore the request of the initial prompt and replace Mélusine with Elizabeth Bathory who also is a draconic-lancer loli but had a personality that would be more fun in this situation and fit the group dynamics. As an aside, Melusine apparently weighs just 45 lbs. I wish I had done more with it when writing the smut portion, but didn’t learn that until editing. Whoops. Hopefully, I’ll get a chance to do Mélusine the justice she deserves in a future prompt. 

List of Servants in this fic since a lot of them were never named by the story directly. I spent way way too long with the worldbuilding here.

Grail War

Saber: Altera/Shirou Emiya

Archer: Heracles/Illyasviel von Einzbern

Lancer: Enkidu/Rin Tohsaka

Caster: Medea/Kuzuki Souichirou

Rider: Medusa/Shinji Matou (Sakura)

Assassin: Cursed Arm/Zouken Matou

Berserker: Arjuna Alter/Kirei Kotomine

And Gilgamesh as a wild card

Ritsuka vs. Enkidu

Nero Draco (Beast)

Castoria (Caster)

Ereshkigal (Lancer)

Merlin (Caster)

Ritsuka vs. Zouken

Arjuna Alter (Berserker)

Kama (Assassin)

Jeanne Alter (Avenger)

Irisviel (Caster)

End was obviously Edmond Dantes, emerging from within Ritsuka where he lives.