A burst of pain shot through Shirou as swords formed and exploded out of his body. It was agonizing, pure and simple. The feeling of blood pouring out of him, of his flesh being torn to ribbons, of his own mind collapsing upon itself and shattering due to Archer's arm overloading and changing Avalon's regeneration ability from regenerating him into forcing his muscles to turn into blades to stitch the wounds close, all of it was unbearable.

Even through the pain, Shirou stepped forward, his gait abysmally slow due to the sheer broken mess that barely qualified as a body. He took another step before stumbling as the entire world around him faded to black before rushing back in a grainy context. Shit, had he just lost consciousness there? He couldn't even tell, it was too quick.

"Haaa…" Who said that? Was there someone else here? No, that's impossible. This was the center of the entire catastrophe of the Grail war and literally everything was on fire. So then… was...was that his voice?

Oh god. That actually might have been. His throat… it was so dry, so scratchy. Damn it.

His own body wasn't even cooperating with him. His vision was failing, his mind was breaking, his throat - wait was it? Yeah it was. - coughing from the immense amounts of smoke except it was coughing up blood and not saliva. Archer's reality marble was still turning his entire body into steel, swords exploding out of his body so often that Shirou was pretty sure that there was more blood in the crimson trail that he was leaving on the ground than his actual body.

That wasn't even the full extent of the damage on his body. The exhaustion plaguing him from multiple fights was dragging him down with every step.

The war, for that's all it could be called, calling such a clash as a mere fight would be insulting, between Saber Alter and Rider had costed him. When Shirou used his greatest shield, Rho Aias, a shield that had seven petals wielded by Aias the Great, he went through immeasurable pain. His own prana had exploded inside of him, and his mind had cracked slightly under the strain of maintaining the Noble Phantasm and trying not to shatter completely. Shirou knew he forgot something important, something that couldn't be replaced, a memory which belonged in his heart for the longest time. Yet he couldn't recall it and doubted that he would ever recall what exactly he forgot. The fact that the Aias had completely shattered also just inflicted him with more grievous injuries due to how when any part of the Aias is shattered he received a blowback. A single petal seen destroyed of the seven rings that covered the fiery heavens, or four rings that covered the fiery heavens seeing as he could only make four out of seven petals, would make his muscles spasm, two would bruise his bones, the third would break a couple of bones, and the fourth would snap his tendons like a twig that had had a mountain tossed upon it… or if Berserker had punched it.

Honestly, he couldn't even tell which would be more dangerous for the twig. And the twig was him. Where was he going with that?

Anyways, he used Rho Aias to help Rider's Bellerophon to beat Saber Alter's Excalibur Morgan. And then after that… even after trying to throw away the memories he couldn't help but hold onto them even through the emotional pain it caused. He remembered running up to Saber while simultaneously releasing the Azoth Sword.

He remembered… he remembered running up to her and stabbing her in the heart. He had, without hesitation, forced a dagger through the heart of one of the few people who had genuinely cared for him and showed him care and warmth. The thought nearly broke him.

The bloody fist fight with Kirei Kotomine hadn't helped anything either. The priest and himself had just engaged in a fight that was in essence two already dead men fighting for their goals with the priest going on the offense while he went on the defense. With Kotomine's deadly mastery of the Chinese martial art Bajiquan and his speed being higher than any Olympic athlete could even begin to compare to, he had the advantage. On the other hand, Shirou's defensive capabilities were monstrous with most of his entire body now being overtaken by the Reality Marble which had turned his body into blades. In essence, Shirou's only weak spot was his head as that hadn't transformed into steel just yet, even if it was an extremely obvious weak point. On the other hand (third hand?) both of them were already half dead so the entire fight was just a round of who will die first. In the end, all that had saved Shirou was Kotomine's heart provided to him by Angra Mainyu giving out a bit faster than Shirou's steel body.

Shirou had left the corpse of his most despicable enemy behind. Not even a glance was wasted on him. Not when he had something far more important to do.

The Grail itself was only fifty meters away from him now. That would have to do. He didn't think he could go on anymore. It felt like a single step would destroy the seams that barely held his body together.

He finally stopped concentrating on pushing past the pain of breathing and the agony of moving to gaze his sunset eyes upon the Grail.

It was horrific. That was a rather good word for it. Other words that would fit the Grail currently were 'what root forsaken thing was that?!' or 'not even Zelretch could come up with such a monstrosity' and his least favorite 'By the Kaleidoscope, if I marry Sakura would that be my son technically?'

For the very first time in his admittedly short life he wished Archer was here. Then Shirou could envelope him in the blast of Excalibur along with the Grail. He could hear him laughing! It was all his fault! Somehow! It was his influence! It was all because of his arm!

Dammit he wasn't crazy, YOU'RE crazy!

Anyways the Grail. Right. Right. Hadn't he just thought that? Or did he not?

Everything was the wrong. The wrong? Grammar doesn't work like that.

By the Root, his mind was shutting down faster than he thought. The acrid smell of smoke from the cursed fires were also addling the remains of his mind and he was pretty sure he needed that. He needed to end this and quick. Or else… Sakura would die.

Who was Sakura? He couldn't remember… but the name held importance to him. No, not the name. It wasn't the name that held importance to him but… a promise. A promise to… to what? To… to… he had to remember this. He HAD to, or else this wouldn't be worth it. Dragging his broken body across the rubble and floor of the cavern, his mind collapsing, his senses going mad, not bothering to wait for backup, using the left arm that wasn't his but WAS his, it couldn't be for nothing.

He had to, he NEEDED to. If he didn't, then he would cease to exist, he would shatter into fragments that nothing could heal except a miracle beyond even the Grail. He would become just like him, the man he would never become, the one who just wanted to be a hero, the one that was so selfish, the one that was a machine made from blades, the one that died alone upon the hill of swords and sacrificed his soul, sold his soul to the very devil, to be someone that could help a hundred nameless corpses and broke because he just lost everything too soon and too fast and he tried to hold on but it didn't work and it just didn't make sense he just wanted to be a hero and-

Something shattered within him. It didn't make any audible sound yet it was easy to tell something had shattered beyond all repair. The frontal lobe, the part of the brain involved in planning, organizing, problem solving, selective attention, personality and a variety of higher cognitive functions including behavior and emotions, had just caved in. It caved in and affected all other parts of his brain. It gouged straight through his parietal lobe, bent the tissue of the temporal lobe in an unnatural fashion, placing pressure onto the occipital lobe by making it support the gouged parietal lobe by itself and when it couldn't hold it anymore the occipital lobe flattened. The cerebellum and the brainstem tried to compensate but in turn were devastated with the spinal cord bending and nearly snapping.

In English, Shirou Emiya's brain had just went through a process so devastating that a bullet in the head would deal both less damage and would have given him a greater chance of survival.

Emiya Shirou had just died.

Yet he still didn't fucking fall.

Even more incomprehensibly, his body still continued to move to instincts far beyond Shirou's mind even as the steel that was enveloping his body increased its speed by over a thousand fold.

His body moved to the tune of the land of swords. Swords that were beyond limit, blades beyond counting, incalculable number of weapons of legends, blades far beyond the sight of men, swords that were blessed by the purest of maidens lying next to lances that would make the Devil himself cringe in disgust, blades that had no limits in their abilities, blades beyond the divine, an unlimited number of blades.

Shirou's broken corpse moved to the Song of Unlimited Blade Works. For though the mind had forgotten and the heart disregarded, the soul remembered and sang about the promise.

They sang about the Promised Day.

All within Unlimited Blade Works sang and shouted, screamed and sobbed, threatened and begged, yet all raptured, about the Promised Day. The Promised Day to go see the cherry blossoms fall.

The soul refused to forget and forced its master's broken body to move even after all the joints and muscles needed for movement had forever frozen in the wake of Steel.

Yet even through the shouts from all within Unlimited Blade Works two soft voices somehow cut through the volume, their cries resounding throughout Shirou's soul, their very essence born from greatest dreams of Mankind. Promised Victory and Utopia.

The two greatest Noble Phantasms of Camelot sang, Avalon supporting the body of Shirou so it could stand upright and Excalibur about to vanquish the monstrosity before them, the two greatest Noble Phantasms of his Servant Arturia, the King of Knights.

Even in death, death by his hands, Arturia still stood by Emiya Shirou, lending her warmth and comfort and prowess in battle. Even in death, Arturia stood by her honor. Truly no one else could be called the King of Knights rather than she.

On the Grail's side, even through it's only semi-sentient state, it recognized the danger of the boy, no, man, no, master, no, the last master and victor of the Fifth Holy Grail War, before itself.

Angra Mainyu had completely corrupted the Grail, turning the once pristine gold into an blackish eldritch horror that was composed of a tower completely enveloped by a crimson, oozing aura whose mere presence perverted the leylines that existed in Fuyuki. At the top of the tower an opening was visible, looking eerily similar to gaping maw of Hell itself. The image completed itself with the bursts of scarlet liquid that were so dangerous that if you were even brushed with it you might as well leap into the flames of hell for all of your chances of survival. Three protrusions were visible from the sides of the opening, looking far too similar to claws of a ravenous beast for anyone's liking, each as tall as the height of Shirou multiplied by around ten with a slightly smaller fourth one poking out at 'only' five times the height of Shirou. Considering he was a decent height of five foot five, rather large in Japan but not extraordinary, the Grail was stupidly huge.

The entire Grail was ghoulish to the extreme, it had black markings cutting across the entire figure that resembled the ribs of a human body with an giant X crossing over it. Beneath the ribs were gigantic eyes staring blankly over the cavern giving all who gazed at them a chill that broke into and completely covered their entire body, forgoing the saying 'chill of Death' for a far more apt 'you're already dead you just haven't realized it quite yet.'

Of course even with the overall horrifying exterior of the Grail, nothing could quite compare to the aura it unleashed nor to what was… within the protrusions.

The aura it unleashed… it was… there was no good way to describe it. The closest he could relate the aura to was being being incinerated and frozen at the same time, diving into an active and erupting volcano while simultaneously feeling if you were dunked into liquid nitrogen. It was feeling as if your bones had suddenly shattered like fragile panes of glass had just been struck by a hammer and sent hurling into the depths of your body, impaling every organ, every tissue, every microscopic cell and somehow being conscious enough to tear open your own throat by just the act of screaming.

A knife through the heart, decapitation through execution, imploding upon one's self, drowning, electroshock torture, trampled upon, flattened, having the wind stolen from your lungs and being unable to breathe, mutilation, death by blunt force trauma, the chest slowly caving in until the ribs break open the heart by its own weight, the heart exploding, having your head being cracked open like a walnut within the hands of Berserker, the list goes on and on and on and on and on.

What was within the protrusions were… there were genuinely no way to accurately describe the horror. There was a sphere of literal darkness just floating casually above the Grail, in the middle of the Grail's claws. It looked like the void itself had come to visit Earth. A vortex that would swallow the entire Earth up, Gaea and Alaya, Time and Space, the World and the Reverse World, the Primordial Seas and the Impermeable Land. Everything and anything will be swallowed up and broken down by that… by that black hole that stood at the center it.

However, there is one thing that will never be absorbed by that black hole, one thing that could never be broken.

And the Last Master before the Grail had access to that weapon, the weapon that would unleash the flood of power that couldn't be broken. The Last Master was a threat to its existence.

This… this couldn't be allowed to stand.

Barely noticeable, the vortex ever so slightly began to grow in size in preparation of the act that could either save itself… or doom it if it didn't work right.

Angra Mainyu… he was a hero, a hero that could be summoned from the Throne of Heroes. He was believed to be the Persian God of Darkness but in actuality, he was but a villager, a farmer at that. He was chosen at random one day to forever be known as "All The World's Evils." This was due to the human nature of always needing someone to blame for catastrophes, whether or especially when it is out of their control.

This scapegoat would be designated to be a daemon and be chosen to be the reason for all the calamities afflicting the village. Simultaneously, he would be chosen to be the source of all the world's evil and by his existence, the villagers would have to be good by nature. So they continuously tortured him until he went insane. They captured him, beat him, carved every word that cursed mankind onto his body, forced every sin imaginable upon him, took out bits and pieces of him slowly, defiled his mind with absolute evil, and held him responsible for all of it in the world. They would not even allow him to die until he succumbed to old age.

Ironically, the torture they placed onto him wasn't even near as damaging as what came next. Even throughout all of his tortures, Angra Mainyu was able to keep his psyche… relatively intact. Distorted but intact, mainly through the use of using the pain that was always racking through his body as a way of emotionally castrating himself.

What had come next took that distortion and turned it up to maximum and then beyond, twisting him in such a different way that even a Reality Marble user would be baffled by the sheer difference in views compared to that of a normal person.

However in the end, it awakened him. He had finally awoken to his name. Angra Mainyu, the God of Darkness, the incarnation and wielder of All The Evil In The World.

He stood by and observed humanity for millennia even while his body withered away, far too weak to be able to remain lasting through out the eons even with Angra Mainyu using his own power to support it.

Or maybe because of his power, as even if Angra Mainyu was a God in the end his power lied in Darkness, Corruption, and Mankind. Three things that were extremely similar in the case that all were vile to him.

In the end he had died, from rituals that Angra Mainyu himself had commenced that took ingredients spread across time and were harder to acquire than a glimpse of humility from Gilgamesh, such as the ashes from the True Death of the eternally reviving bird: the Phoenix. It was strange idea, a God dying! Yet it was possible and so, in the famous words of H.P. Lovecraft, "That is not dead which can eternal lie. And with strange aeons even death may die." And even the Gods could eternally lie. Yet in his death, he had hilariously became a Heroic Spirit since he was technically a martyr whose existence put the minds of his people to comfort and helped ease their confusion, no matter how forced it was.

He was summoned through the fools that thought summoning a God of Darkness would be a fantastic idea to actually execute and NOT having any backlash on a wish granting artifact of immense power, one of the three founding families of the Holy Grail War no less, the Einzberns.

He had observed humanity for eons and yet he still couldn't help the awe he had for boundaries humans continued to push with their stupidity.

That bastard was right. "Only two things are infinite, the universe and human stupidity, and I'm not so sure about the former." Einstein was a dick, but he was a truthful and smart dick.

Anyways, since the Einzberns couldn't truly summon the power of a God, no matter the amount of support they received from the Grail, they got Angra Mainyu in his human form.

Weak. Frail.

Pathetic.

He was easily one of the weakest Servant in the entire war, and most likely in the entire history of Heroic Spirits. What a colossal fuck up that had been. He had been slain in the first damn battle of the Third Holy Grail War.

However, that led to opportunity. He had corrupted the Grail where he awaited the chance to be reborn by fulfilling the wish of the victor of the Fourth Holy Grail War. In his first life he was bounded by rules and regulations of higher powers far beyond himself. Even further beyond the powers of Alaya, Gaia, and the other Gods. However being reborn was a complete loophole in these regulations, one that couldn't be truly foreseen, and so when Angra Mainyu would be reborn he would be in the clear to raze the civilizations of the humans and salt the earth where they once stood.

Enter the bane of his life: the absolutely fucked up till the ninth circle of hell and back Emiya Family, apparently now famous for the family that is able to create Magi that would be slapped with a Sealing Designation so fast that the Lancer class would be stunned. The Winner and Last Master of the Fourth Holy Grail war: Enter Kiritsugu Emiya, The Magus Killer.

A freelance assassin that held the motto of following the path that lead to the least amount of deaths and saved more than killed. If ten million deaths could ensure the prolonged survival of one hundred million Kiritsugu Emiya would kill them himself, them being man, woman, child, or infant be damned. Magus killer he might have been to the Magus community, however Kiritsugu had been employed by many governments in the human world too and picked up quite a few nicknames there. Most prominent being the deadly assassin: Thousand Night Kiritsugu.

A foolish man that had the foolish ideal of becoming a 'hero of justice' and the silly conception of world peace actually being possible without lobotomizing the entire human race or having a singular enemy powerful enough that it requires the focus and destructive potential of the entire human race or else the apocalypse, ragnarok, or whatever world destroying event begins.

Kiritsugu was also the master of the Saber Servant and the King of Knights, King Arthur, who was summoned by the lost EX Barrier Noble Phantasm Avalon, a barrier which rendered the wielder completely invulnerable to the point that not even an Anti-World Noble Phantasm could even brush the bearer of Avalon when activated. He ruthlessly took apart the Master of Lancer, Kayneth El-Melloi Archibald, the Master of Caster, Ryuunosuke Uryuu, and the Master of Assassin and the later Master of the Archer Servant, the King of Heroes Gilgamesh, Kirei Kotomine.

Kiritsugu Emiya and Kirei Kotomine fought to a standstill till both were consumed by the black mud of the Holy Grail. Both could have been chosen for the chance of receiving the opportunity of asking for a wish but Angra Mainyu had chosen Kiritsugu for a simple sentence that Kiritsugu had uttered earlier in the Fourth Holy Grail War.

"For that, even if I am to carry 'all the evils of this world' – it won't matter. If that can save the world, then I'd gladly accept it."

That line had interested him enough to declare Kiritsugu as the winner of the Fourth Holy Grail War even with Kotomine still surviving and had granted Kiritsugu the opportunity of wielding the power of the Grail. Once the wish was cast Angra Mainyu would have awoken and have exterminated the human race like the rats they are. They have the capability to be pets and might occasionally alleviate your boredom and provide you with amusement but on the whole they were a plague carrying species whose existence would only harm everyone and everything surrounding them and their deaths would benefit the planet in total.

Though that didn't really matter. He'd kill them because he wanted to. It was the whole 'murdering someone for revenge and the greater good even though you didn't really care for the latter' shtick.

However Kiritsugu had denied the wish upon his horror of realizing the Grail was corrupted and ordered his servant to use her extremely powerful Noble Phantasm, a sword renowned throughout the ages and across the world, Excalibur. The legendary holy sword known by all swung once, only once, and Angra Mainyu's entire process of rebirth had been stalled for another ten years, a full decade more. However the Fae crafted blade could only destroy the covering for what was inside, akin to being able to pierce the cocoon of a caterpillar without actually destroying said caterpillar on the inside.

After all, even with the strength of the God blessed steel, Excalibur couldn't match up to the sheer power needed to destroy the contents of the Grail and the mud of Angra Mainyu. To be able to fully vaporize the mud one would need a weapon that could only be classified as an Anti-World Noble Phantasm or an Anti-Planetary Noble Phantasm due to how Angra Mainyu draws its own power from all over the world and as consequence you would similarly need a weapon capable of destroying the world to vanquish it, as long as you attack the Lesser Grail.

As a consequence of destroying the 'cocoon' holding the mud, Angra Mainyu's essence spread throughout the entire city of Fuyuki and converted it into a bonfire that lit up the night and took over five hundred lives.

Since then a decade had passed and in the mess that was the Fifth Holy Grail War, Angra Mainyu once again had the chance to be reborn. However this time… this time Angra Mainyu was infinitely closer to being reborn compared to ten years ago. Even without the wish of the Holy Grail War victor it was obvious that Angra Mainyu would be born into the world to crush it in the weight of sins.

The combination of the mud of Angra Mainyu and the Holy Grail had to led to the point where even without the wish he would still be reborn. However, that was his simultaneous weakness as well. In the Fourth Holy Grail War, the reason Excalibur couldn't destroy the mud contained within the Holy Grail was because it was just that; contained. It was like shattering a glass cup which held some tea within by dropping it; just because the cup was destroyed doesn't mean the tea would suddenly vanish. Rather, the tea would just spread out over the floor and would require you to clean it.

The combination of the mud of Angra Mainyu and the Holy Grail had to led to the point where even without the wish Angra Mainyu would still be reborn, as long as he had some time. In the Fourth Holy Grail War, the only reason that the mud wasn't destroyed by Excalibur was because the blade had been swung at, not the Greater Grail, but the Lesser Grail.

The Lesser Grail was the 'holder' which the Einzberns created for the War. It was made to hold the spirits of all the Servants killed during the war and once a certain number of Servants were killed, the Lesser Grail is activated and triggers the response of the Greater Grail. The Greater Grail is the actual wish-granting artifact which is located underneath the Ryudo Temple during the 5th Holy Grail War.

Now, however, Angra Mainyu had access to an artifact of immense power, to be specific, a wish granting artifact of immense power. Something as banal as the prayer of Glory, no matter the power of the blade, could not, should not, ever block his way of rebirth. His entire body was composed from a cocoon that was capable of having a direct link to the Root for Akasha's sake!

The vortex grew exponentially larger, nearly covering half of the entire Grail in its pitch black shade, the void itself somehow churning within as if it was just a simple infant trying to swallow down food placed into its own mouth, yet instead of food this 'infant' was actually a God of Darkness trying to rip apart the world itself.

Gravity itself shifted to the whims of the God. The force exerted from the planet itself was denied and shifted towards accomplishing the purpose of Angra Mainyu. Shirou was pulled towards the void and swallowed by the Grail.

….

Or he would have been. He should have been.

Instead of that logical outcome steel blades exploded from the bottom of his feet, gouging through the rubble he stood upon, through the rock, through the soil, through all that stood within its way. The blades carved over a tenth of a mile through the planet itself to stand against the gravity that just nearly inverted itself.

"I…" A voice rang out through the vocal cords that had been nearly split apart by the rumble of the voice that sounded out like a titan from most outlandish of legends.

It only made sense. After all, this was a boy that had less training than a ten year old taking basic karate that had been flung, no, fucking skydived into a war whose partakers had come from all across time and were renowned to the point that each name were spoken with reverence and awe by even the most uneducated individuals. It was to the point that if you didn't know them it was complete blasphemy in and of itself. And he, not just survived, but fought against these behemoths of legends… and won.

"I am the Bone of my Sword."

Judging the concept of creation

Hypothesizing the basic structure

Duplicating the composition material

Imitating the skill of its making

He won. A teenager went against the Perfect Ruler King Arthur with Excalibur equipped, went against the Hound of Ireland Cu Chulainn, went against the beast who with a single glance can turn any human to stone Medusa, went against the unstoppable Hero of Ancient Greece Heracles, went against a manifestation of a God that appeared as a shadow that consumed even the King of Heroes Gilgamesh… and won a couple of times. A teenager won against spirits of legendary heroes from all across time and space.

Sympathizing with the experience of its growth

Reproducing the accumulated years

Now all he had was one more obstacle in front of him. It was so, so laughable that he actually came so far. The chances of the dying were so astronomically high anyone who that had even a passing knowledge of basic statistics would have a seizure.

All he had was just one more obstacle. And he had the key to destroying the wall in front of him.

Excelling every manufacturing process

Trace ON!

Tracing completed

"Shirou." A soft voice spoke as the blade in his hand shined to life. "I hope you know what you're doing."

"C'mon you should know me by now."

"So not at all."

Shirou snorted.

"That sounds about right."

"Quite. Shirou...that blade is a Last Phantasm. It was crafted by the Fae and forged by the World itself. If you use it… it will break you. Your mind and self will shatter like glass.

"Yeah."

"And you don't care?"

"Wouldn't you know all about it? Doing your duty… even if it would cost you your life, your happiness, your everything."

A grim smile appeared, looking out of place on the delicate face.

"My example is not quite the best to follow. You know the ending which awaits. It was not a life which I would wish upon my worst enemy."

"I have seen down that path even further than you have and I hope ever will. I turned into a bitter man whose existence I refuse to acknowledge. A man who seeks to end his own suffering by casting himself straight into purgatory through a paradox. I will never become that man, I would take my blade and strike myself down before I ever descend into that hell for others."

"And is that your only reason?"

"Of course not. That's at best number three. Number two is that Rin would kick my ass if that ever happened. And Illya. Oh gods, Illya. I'd rather face all twenty seven of the Dead Apostle Ancestors at once. I might survive them. Rin and Illya… yeah, no."

Finally a soft giggle, breaking through and looking exactly right on her face rather than that constantly neutral mask she always displayed to her subjects. It was beautiful.

"And number one?"

"You already know. I promised her to see the cherry blossoms with her. I might not be able to fulfill that promise but I'll make sure she can at least see it for both of us."

"Of course. Shirou...it's almost time."

"Yeah… can you… Can you be with me… until the end?"

"Of course. You needn't have asked."

"Even after what happened?"

"Especially after what happened. Thank you Shirou."

"But… I struck you down. I plunged a dagger through your heart."

"You released me from a prison that kept me chained through madness incarnate. I owe you everything Shirou. Do not fret and despair, I was blackened and swallowed by the ocean of misery and hate within me. You saved me Shirou."

"I… thank you. Thank you so much. For sticking with me. For being with me even now."

"Of course. You carry both my blade and my sheathe deep within your very soul Shirou. I will forever be with you. To the end and beyond Shirou. Never doubt that."

"I won't. Never again. Thank you… Arturia."

The Prayer of Glory shined into existence, the only response that was needed. Even through death she protected him. Her sword carried by an unbreakable will, a regal poise that struck through the clouds and pierced the heavens themselves. The red and darkened sky, corrupted through by the Grail, split open and light from the sun shined down through the shattered remains of the roof of the cave. The beams of light shined onto where Shirou was, radiating his position and glinting off the golden blade.

In desperation, the void grew tens of times larger. The black hole encompassed the entirety of the back of the cave wall. Shirou stood strong against the gravity, and even with his broken body and shattered mind his will as unbreakable as the primordial universe itself.

Too bad the ground that his swords were plunged into didn't share the same kind of perseverance.

The ground the Shirou's blades were plunged into ripped itself apart and flew at nearly terminal velocity towards the void. The cave, constructed for resisting a stupidly large amount of magic, tore itself from the world around it and basically teleported towards the Grail. Shirou was unfortunately attached to the flying pieces of rubble through the previous action of using it as a support.

Shirou flew headfirst into the void while the Grail itself twisted apart and was sucked into its own creation, now resembling an ebony sideways whirlpool composed of despair and pain incarnated.

A flare of pain shot up her leg every time she nudged it even a minuscule amount. Shearing through her heel was an arrow, formed from what might have been a form of midnight stone, which had somehow disintegrated and reformed to bypass her thrown shield and pierce her. She tried getting up but the pain flared, as if her leg was suddenly coated with lava. She fell back down and impacted onto the cold, hard, cracked, and unforgiving floor that used to be the pristine pavement of Headmaster Ozpin's office.

The clacking of high heels reminded her of the opponent that was ready to kill her. Her mind quickly assessed the current situation once again, as it did over a thousand times during this one battle. Her opponent has the power of the Fall Maiden, leading to large or even a complete control of the elements, no, complete control of nature itself. Cinder had used mainly fire during the duel, with some minimal amounts of lightning. She had large amounts of combat ability and, looking at the way she adapted to a large amount of her own moves, Cinder also had large amounts of real combat experience to go along with it. She somehow made arrows and a bow out of stone or some other non-metallic material and is able to rapidly disassemble and reassemble the arrows to pass through objects and deal debilitating and fatal hits, most likely a semblance of some sort. She was also very accurate with the bow and arrow and was able to create some blades as a backup weapon. She had some aura left, hopefully not that much left from her attacks using the gears of the tower as a blunt weapon with her power over polarity, but how much is still a mystery.

For backup…she had a dragon, specifically a Grimm Dragon. And from legends, she wouldn't normally believe in legends but considering the fact that a dragon actually exists along with the four maidens of the four seasons while both were believed to be fairy tails she was willing to suspend her disbelief, that dragons could breath insanely hot fire that was bordering on plasma. A single errant breath and she would be annihilated, and she doubted even ash would remain of her.

Meanwhile, she herself had a shield that was out of her immediate reach but could be recalled with her Semblance, no aura, she could still use her Semblance of polarity but only a tiny bit and not nearly enough to harm and kill Cinder, and a shot heel which drastically reduces her mobility and effectiveness of her fighting style which is based on using multiple flips and movement to disorient her opponent. It was already reduced from the start with her tendency to use her semblance to adjust her opponent's grip or stance to create an opening she could take advantage of, but with Cinder not using any metal she couldn't use her Semblance directly on the new maiden. Her mechashifting blade had been broken, and due to that she had lost her main offensive weapon.

Final result: It would take a miracle to survive, much less win, and she doubted that one would be coming any time soon. She would most likely die here.

"My dear Pyrrha Nikos." Cinder crooned. Pyrrha hated that voice, the conceit that just oozed out with every word, the tone pointed out that she was nothing more than a bug, the voice that Pyrrha knew would be the last thing she would ever hear. "It wasn't your fault you know. It was Ozpin's. He promised you a power that was simply beyond you, a power that was never yours and never to be yours. A power that was mine."

She summoned a fireball in her left hand and let Pyrrha see the roaring flames that could end any man.

"Even before the powers of the fall maiden I was extraordinary. A strategic mind, a beautiful body, a large amount of aura, and a willingness to do whatever it takes to accomplish my goals. These all belonged to me far before my Maiden powers. These powers just exemplified it. You would never be able to use this power to its full potential like I would."

She formed the bow once again, knowing that while Pyrrha wouldn't be able to dodge it in time with her heel damaged and unable to move with her leg.

"So take comfort in that at least before you die. That the powers you were promised will be used by a far more capable individual."

"Wait!" Pyrrha exclaimed out loud, desperation easily trembling and cracking her voice. Surprisingly Cinder actually did wait, if only for a moment. Pyrrha didn't know why, there was no way Cinder did it out of kindness seeing as her plan of ruining Vale and obtaining the powers of the Maiden killed thousands and is continuing to kill even more, but she wasn't wasting this chance. "Do you," her voice cracked and trembled just a minuscule amount but she continued. "Do you believe in destiny?" Destiny. A simple word but one that meant so much. A word that meant that free will is just an illusion, that all events were premeditated for an individual before they were even born till the day that they die.

Was it her destiny to grow up alone and isolated from the world, constantly training to improve herself at the cost of her childhood? It seemed so as even her Semblance, which is a power derived from her very soul, attracts only cold and unfeeling metal. Was it her destiny to die here, less than an hour after she finally kissed Jaune, the person who she admires above anyone else in her life, and even loves?

If that is the case… then she accepts it. She might not be able to survive here but she can die knowing that Jaune is safe and well. And if her destiny is to die here, if fate deems that Cinder must have the power of the Maiden and kill Pyrrha Nikos then she will accept it in the end. She struggled in the fight and gave it her all to defeat Cinder but if she died here she could accept that. It seemed her belief that Fate was just a final goal that everyone works towards their entire life was… false.

Cinder leveled the bow and arrow towards Pyrrha's face. "Yes." She said simply, being completely serious, maybe as respect for the warrior, maybe sympathy towards Pyrrha, or maybe another reason entirely. "I do."

Pyrrha closed her eyes, ready to accept her fate.

Images flashed by at her time at Beacon, the happiest days of her life.

Nora, the Queen of the castle, the pancake killer, the 'together but not together-together' girl,the hurricane of chaos herself, was the epitome of freedom. She had boundless energy and was the most happy go lucky girl she had ever seen, even more than Ruby. She was part of the chaos inserted in every day that just made everything fun and more exciting. She also took a sadistic and somewhat disturbing amount of joy in the idea of breaking someone's legs.

Ren was the only quiet one in team JNPR. With a calm demeanor and an endless pit of patience it seemed like he could get through any problem or complication with a calm head without his emotions coming into play. He was childhood friends with Nora, and somehow managed to keep up with her even with his somewhat lazy personality.

Jaune, the leader of the Team JNPR, wasn't really all that much compared to his teammates. Compared to the immense strength of Nora, the calm judgement of Ren, and her own overwhelming fighting ability, there really wasn't much he could do. However the one thing he had in strides was a stupidly overwhelming amount of perseverance. He tried to fulfill his wish of becoming a huntsman by asking for training by his father and when that didn't work, he later successfully attempted to join Beacon by forging papers and submitting them in an effort to fulfill his goal. While Pyrrha would never say that was a smart idea, quite the opposite in fact, and dislikes even thinking of the idea of cheating, she would admit to being reluctantly impressed with the lengths Jaune went to achieve his dream. He trained quite a bit with her in order to improve himself and prove to himself that he belonged at Beacon and he succeeded. Jaune started showing signs of improvement at fighting and started truly becoming a Huntsman. He never went back on his word after he gives a promise, actually willing to even put on a dress and show up to the ball when he gave his word to wear a dress if she never got a date and publicly humiliate himself without a hint of remorse. "An Arc never goes back on his word," he said.

Trembles started occurring around Beacon. It was as if the entire planet of Remnant itself started to shiver from what was about to happen. Space itself begin to contort ever so slightly, and a single slash mark of the purest white, barely a foot long, appeared in the middle of the air near the base of the tower of where the Dragon stood. It also happened to be the same tower that Pyrrha and Cinder stood on, fighting their fated duel.

Jaune Arc never stopped fighting against his fate, and all with a smile on his face. Even when nobody believed in him, when his own parents said to not be afraid to move back home when he told them he was going to try and join Beacon, he still stood up and tried to achieve his dreams no matter what.

She suddenly remembered that training video she recently recorded for Jaune to practice with. The one where she tried and once again failed to confess her feelings to him. "I'll always be here with you," she had said.

Emerald eyes flashed as Pyrrha opened her eyes. The pain caused from her injury flared up but was ignored.

What...what the hell was she doing?! Giving up? Giving up on the idea of meeting team JNPR again?! To see Nora insert her craziness into everyday life in the way she would have never imagined before coming to Beacon? To see her feminine male friend Ren and his thousand yard stare that should frankly only belong on to witnesses of the bloodiest of wars whenever he sees Nora's antics? To see Jaune again? She said that she would forever be by his side! To give him support and believe in him whenever he needs it!

He never went back on his word. She wouldn't either!

The white slash in the air seemingly crumpled, space contorted and reality fractured as it made way to another realm. It was like reality was being folded and swelled up like some abomination of a 5th dimensional version of origami. The air was literally pulled away in strips which led to revealing a purplish-black substance which seemed to flow like a river that was composed of dimensional energies. It pulsed and oozed sickly, dropping a bit of its essence onto the ground beneath it before immediately evaporating and leaving no trace behind.

Unknown to all truly sentient beings, this phenomenon attracted Grimm like moths to a flame which was delaying two huntresses trying to approach the tower on which Cinder and Pyrrha stood on. The two girls desperately tried to cut down all the Grimm but for every Beowulf or Ursa they cut down, it seemed like three more would take its place.

Seeing the fire return to Pyrrha's eyes, Cinder couldn't help but sneer in disgust. While she respected the strength of will the huntress in training was displaying, there comes a point when it is obvious that the scenario was helpless.

The arrow was released, and true to its mark it flew towards Pyrrha's chest. Pyrrha tried to dodge but even she could tell that it wouldn't make a difference. At best the projectile would give her a couple painful extra minutes to live, at worst it would kill her immediately.

Reality unraveled and broke apart as it couldn't hold the stress of blocking the way of the magical artifact into this dimension. A night colored portal fully opened up only to have a similarly colored magical wish granting artifact rocketing out of it with a boy attached to the heavily malformed artifact by having his left hand morphed into a steel blade and having it dug into the relic. He was dragged along with the relic like a perverted form of tag straight from hell and struck a building at near terminal velocity, though the artifact that he was attached to took the brunt of the impact.

Due to the impact, a large portion of the building fell away and crumbled away. However it didn't just take the debris down when the building was struck.

Much to Cinder's surprise, Pyrrha Nikos tumbled down into the pit that had just appeared beneath her, the arrow striking higher than intended due to the fall and shearing through Pyrrha's left shoulder.

Shirou Emiya and the Grail had just appeared into the world of Remnant and already events had not only shifted but had been completely razed to the ground.

Nothing would ever be the same. For good or bad… that couldn't be quite decided on at this point of time.

All anybody knew is that following years would shake the planet of Remnant to its very core and have consequences for all living beings.

Omake: What Angra Mainyu's first act would be if he was reborn.

A boombox was placed in the middle of a random suburb in the middle of New York City. No one knew that this event would lead to the apocalypse.

Angra Mainyu was dressed in an old western outfit, complete with a cowboy hat and revolver in his pocket which everyone could see was actually just a nerf gun. He had already drawn a quite a huge crowd, completely due the small amount of aura he spread throughout the air which had a slight amount of hypnosis agent but only to draw everybody to his position.

He clicked a single key on the boombox and a fiddle began to play out quite loudly. Angra Mainyu grabbed a microphone from… somewhere and ramped the volume to maximum. He then somehow hacked into every electronic in the world… through a microphone which has Wifi.

And then he started singing. Surprisingly good too.

"When the devil's a bit too busy… and death's a bit too much.

They call on me, by name you see

For my own special touch

To the gentlemen I'm Miss. Fortune.

To the ladies I'm Sir. Prize.

But call me by any name

Anyway it's all the same~"

By this point, Angra Mainyu had gathered an even larger crowd. Many of them were singing the lyrics also, and beers were being tossed around by a couple of people who had ransacked the nearby stores. Things were getting a bit hectic.

"I'm the fly in your soup

I'm the pebble in your shoes

I'm the pea beneath your bed

I'm the bump on every head

I'm the peel on which you slip

I'm the pin in every hip

I'm the thorn in your side

Makes you wiggle and writhe"

By this point most of New York City was in chaos. Cars were crashing into nearly everything and it got to the point where watching Rick and Morty was considered sane. Everything was going to hell. And that was only for the few in Angra Mainyu's line of sight, the rest of the world was most likely following suit, if slower since he wasn't directly at those locations.

Unseen to everyone, dimensional energies were thrumming and splitting apart in the face of Angra Mainyu's choice of music. The Reverse World, Alaya, and Gaia were conjoining. Rifts in space were opening up and breaking into the world like a little kid breaking open a pinata at a birthday party. Except instead of candy these cracks were spilling out world ending demons and Gods.

"It's so easy when you're evil

This is the life, you see

The devil tips his hat to me

I do it all because I'm evil

And i do it all for free

Your tears are all the pay i'll ever need"

Hilariously, after saying those lines Angra Mainyu saw a young looking male in a suit look directly at him and grin. He then took off his top hat and gave a sweeping bow to Angra Mainyu and when he stood back up Angra Mainyu could see his eyes burn with crimson flames and madness hidden within. He then suddenly shifted genders into a seductive looking female before giving a call me gesture towards Angra Mainyu and bursting into flames. When the flames fizzled out no one was there and no evidence pointed towards anyone being there in the first place. Even when some deities rewinded time to make sure, nobody but Angra Mainyu could see the man, no, Devil that had stood there. Scary guy. Gal. Whatever.

Angra Mainyu gave a wicked grin before continuing to sing his song.

"While there's children to make sad

While there's candy to be had

While there's pockets left to pick

While there's grannies left to trip

Down the stairs i'll be there i'll be waiting 'round the corner

It's a game. I'm glad i'm in it

Cause there's one born every minute"

Stock markets crashed and electronics fizzled out around the world. The World was plunged back into the Dark Ages. Leylines all around the World were somehow drained of all Mana and was instead used to allow Angra Mainyu to project his voice and aura into the minds and spirits of people worldwide and soon Magus's were exposed to the World by a couple who were driven by the Chaos infecting them to use Thaumaturgy in public. The Clocktower's only saving grace was that the internet had long since been annihilated and so information couldn't be spread around at the speed of gossip in high school. Which is about a couple million times faster than the speed of light.

Angra Mainyu continued to sing his song to the end. When he ended the song it seemed that the entire world held its breath. What could he do that was worse than singing Voltaire? That song already caused millions of deaths worldwide, what else could he do?

In response to the unspoken question Angra Mainyu just gave a sadistic grin and clicked another key on the boombox. A couple of bells rang out and claps from an audience rang out.

"Ladies and Gentlemen!" Angra Mainyu shouted out. "Welcome to the main event!"

"Let's get ready to RRRRRRRRRRUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" Angra Mainyu shouted out in a deep bass tone to the world. He drew his nerf gun and shot the one plastic bullet within it into the air, signifying the start of the event.

Disco themes rang out as the world plunged into a bloodbath never seen before, unwilling to fight but having no choice in face of the inane power of disco music and boxing references.

At the very end, all that stood were demons, phantasmal beasts, and Gods Angra Mainyu had released through his singing. Humanity was dead and buried and he finally had gotten his revenge.

"Idiots." He chuckled. "They never even realized that they didn't have to fight. After all, boxing is mostly fake."

And that was the story of how Angra Mainyu started the apocalypse and wiped out humanity with nothing more than a boombox, a cowboy outfit, a couple of references, and a nerf gun.

Oh God it's finally done. The first chapter for Remnant's revolution is finally done. This is The Ruler's Haven here. This is my writing account. If you want to see my favorite stories go to xenosaiyan. I like to separate my reading time and writing time so having these two different accounts work.

Don't read those written fanfics on Xenosaiyan though. They were so shitty, I feel ashamed even having them on this website.

By the way, for this fanfic I will always post the chapter after I'm done writing the next chapter. That way if I ever fall behind I can just post the next one.

I don't think I've ever seen an Omake where Angra Mainyu sings When You're Evil by Voltaire. Hell, it's basically the perfect song for him. Why has no one ever done that before? I don't even think I've ever seen an Omake where anybody sings When You're Evil.

I think all the chapters should be near this amount of words, if not a bit more. I'm typing the next chapter as I speak and it might be a bit bigger than this chapter so look forward to that.

Before leaving though, I'd like to thank my friend TheMaster4444. Without you this fic would have never come into existence, much less as polished as it is. Thank you so much for that. Your Fanfic inspired me to write this, even as we joked around a ton. I owe you quite a bit for all of this. Thank you.

This is The Ruler's Haven signing out! Please review as it helps me become better! I take your advice in consideration quite a bit, you can ask the people that have reviewed already for that!

Thank you all so much!