The Greater Grail.

Once formally found in Japan, away from many of the prying eyes of Europe's magus population. It contained the greatest power with its ability to warp reality and call forth beings of myths and legends. It was a marvelous thing of engineering that no living magi could hope to match. It was something they all craved for it could give them the one thing they all desired.

A wish.

If only for the price of seven servants, they could get anything they wanted. However, no magus would ever share. So the Holy Grail Wars started. It was upon the third war that things went wrong and the Greater Grail was stolen. Hidden away from the magus families.

What they didn't know was that Darnic Prestone Yggdmillennia, a man who's ego was as large as his name, was the one who had kept the Greater Grail hidden all these years. Just waiting for the chance to reveal it to the world, gaining true immortality and prestige by doing so. Yes it was his desire to separate himself from those insipid magi that ousted him all those years back. So he struck out against everyone in the third war, winning and taking the grail from Japan.

What he had not known was that his actions were being watched and some people were rather angry. While the age of gods had long since ended, some gods still looked upon Earth from time to time. Some of which were the Japanese deities, who still had a fondness for their home. To see a being like Darnic do as he pleased on their soil? Their godly blood boiled. While they hated the Grail War system, they would not let this offense go.

While they argued, one stepped forward and made his move. Hachiman, the god of war, reached out and tore a whole in reality inside the Throne of Heroes. Heroes and villains of all realities flooded it. When asked why he did it it, he simply smiled.

"If Darnic wishes for a war, let him have a war he will never forget."

Off to the side were the chaos gods of Greek and Norse mythology, Eris and Loki. Having crafted their own alternate wars, they were eager to watch another unfold.

Thankfully, they were happy to share their popcorn with the Japanese gods.

Darnic was a man with a plan. He had to be. He had staked his whole life on this plan. For several decades, he had thought of nothing else. He had even traded who he originally was in order to make sure that this all worked out. Everything had to be perfect. He had chosen the perfect candidate even. Yes, he would have his victory and show the world what it truly meant to face against their better.

So when he had started his summoning, he thought he had everything in order. The catalyst was set to bring for Vlad III. The infamous impaler. The man who became infamous for his legend. Here in Romania, he would reign as king. As powerful as he could be, thus ensuring he'd be able to knock out most any servant that came his way. On top of that, his noble phantasm would give him eternal life. Yes, Darnic could see him finally living forever with his new servant.

However it wasn't meant to be apparently. The moment the spell went off, before him was not Vlad the Impaler. No, before him stood someone else. It was a young man with short black hair. His blue eyes were chilling. He wore something of a mix between a normal japanese school outfit and a chinese attire with a gold and blue piece of armor around his waist. A white coat with black and blue bottom strips and a golden outline was kept in place around his waist around, held by the armor piece. A black and blue sash went down to cover his inner legs.

"I ask of you," the young man spoke formally. Even if he wasn't Vlad, he commanded attention. A natural born leader, Darnic could tell. "Are you my master?"

Darnic hesitated. Perhaps something had gone wrong. Maybe someone had given him the wrong catalyst or was this just a younger Vlad? No, he looked nothing like him. Vlad never lost his eye this young or since. Still though, he had summoned a Lancer servant. His original plans were ruined but he wasn't one to let the little things stop him.

He simply nodded, "Yes, I am your master."

"Then the contract is complete," the servant said. He moved forward. "Now, shall we look over our strategy? I'm guessing this is no ordinary grail war."

Darnic bowed before him, "Of course." While he may not be the servant he had wanted, it was always best to show your servant respect. That's how he won the previous war. Of course his servant had died anyways. As long as he kept on his good side, he'd be able to find out a few more ways to gain his immortality.

Besides, looking at his Noble Phantasms, he still was able to summon a powerful Lancer. A servants skills and Noble Phantasms were never hidden from their master. He could work with this. Yes, this could very well work in his favor. Hopefully the other summons went as expected. With that in mind, the war was as good as his.

Unbeknownst to Darnic, there was a force that wanted to crush his hopes and dreams. No, they were not with the priest of red. Nor did they affiliate with the other magus of the Clock Tower. This group was spurned on by something else. Something much more primal.

The area was that of an old abandoned warehouse. One of those that used to build and sell cars. Now it was repurposed for the new owners to be a bit more grand. To fit the necessary troops and supplies for the army. What army one would wonder? There was no war going on in Europe. It was a peaceful time at least on the surface. Underneath, there was plenty enough turmoil to start something.

Yet the man in charge of this operation cared not a bit for the affairs of Europe. His cause was lost to them. Beaten into the ground. Stomped on. It was discredited and not shown the love and loyalty it deserved. He would change that. His crisp german uniform was immaculate. He wouldn't have anything ruin this moment for him.

He walked along the catwalk as the soldiers below stood at attention. It was easy enough to find enough soldiers for this operation. Many people were destitute. Poor. Weak. They needed guidance and aid. He gave it to them. For a price of course. He stopped and stared at them. He smiled, his fangs glinting in the light.

"Friends," he started. "Brothers and sisters. I bring great news. Now is our time. The Great War has begun!"

There was a great cheering amongst the crowd. He smiled at their enthusiasm.

"For decades, we have worked our asses off to get this operation up and going. Soon the enemy will see our hardwork and perseverance first hand. We will show them that traitors are never forgiven. That they are never forgotten. The clan of Yggdmillennia will be reminded of the sound of our jackboots smashing against their doorstep. They will know fear and we will strike down this felon who so long ago, stole our ticket to victory!"

There were cheers and jeers going about the crowd. The former for him and the latter for the man of Darnic. Oh yes, that filled him with delight. The man before them could feel nothing but loathing for that name. Darnic. The man whose operation cost him the life of his dear brother. That cost them the chance at victory against the allies. He tricked them and now he was going to set things right.

"We are about to embark into a battle like no other. Fret not, for we are not alone. With us march the spirits of the greatest warriors of history. We will win this war and right the wrongs done against us. Long live the third Reich."

"Love live the third Reich." The crowd screamed. "Long live General Ludwig."

Ludwig smiled, "To our left is the Faction of Red. To our right are the Blacks. The only fitting color is of course White. Let ours, the White Faction, be truly triumphant. Seig Heil!"

"Sieg Heil!" They shouted, thrusting up their arms in salute.

Yep, you guessed it. This is gonna be a replace servants Apocrypha fic. I've only seen one try this but it isn't that much right now. So since I'm honestly a fan of Fate Apocrypha and it's my most watched Fate series (it is actually good. Deserves more love.) I decided to try my hand at this. Who knows? maybe more will follow my lead. XD I hope you enjoy this story to come and I can't wait to hear your feedback.

Side notes:

I will release a list in the author's note in later chapters of servants of the factions and their true names. However, I like to keep my viewers guessing as for my character's identities. XD That's just how I am.

And yes, the nazis are at play. You didn't think Darnic could bite them and flee without any following, right? Well in this world, some did. So yes, there will be a third factions. Which means more servants and more chaos. So this is truly a war of the servants. Hope I can pull it off.

Until next time, take care.