11(Update: Fixed some grammar errors and added a few minor things.)
Okay, to explain this story, I have been playing a lot of Hearts of Iron 4 (Which sadly can no longer play) and I loved how you could basically rewrite history with that game. And I love the Fate Series as well, so I thought to myself: Why not make a story of the Fate Series based in the World War 2 era.
Yeah I know that Fate: Apocrypha already did this kind of setting, but I didn't really like how the whole World War 2 thing was kinda just glossed over and not really used. You don't really feel the tension from that era and time period (or at least I didn't feel it).
So I decided to make up my own vision of it.
To be perfectly clear, I am going to be trying my best to keep this as close to historically accurate as possible. And my major back in high school was history along with art. So I am going to keep this thing as close to the real events of history as much as I can. But hey, nobody is perfect. So if I get some things wrong, please do not blame me or get mad about it please.
Anyway, on that note, I really hope you enjoy the story.
~o0o~
~Prologue: Growing Storm~
Ernst Hamble believes in loyalty, perhaps to a fault, but as long as things fell into the realm of acceptable, he could move forward.
So when he found himself promoted to the rank of Rottenführer within the Waffen SS, he accepted it with pride and honor. But then the feeling had changed to something else, something more primal. As if he had become the very definition of what Power was. Some may think it has all gone to his head, but he knew better than to let power corrupt him.
He was one of the many hands of the Fuhrer, a tool to be used by the fatherland. An occupation he will use to an unholy extent if he has to. And right now he was currently on a mission that could change the whole outcome of the war. His mission came directly from the Fuhrer himself.
Find all the mages within the occupied territories of Germany and have them all under strict lockdown until they had found it. They have managed to capture most of France and were so close to victory in the mainland of Europe. And Italy had joined them just a month ago along the side of the Axis.
All that remained was to deal with the last of the French and British at the beach head in Dunkirk.
As for the mages, it was only a matter of time before-.
The door to his office bursts open and his aid is standing there panting. As if he ran a marathon at the Olympics. Sweat dripped down from his face.
"Sir, I have news about our search," he said standing to attention when Ernst sat up in his office chair, ready to listen to the report "We have located at least twenty families who practice mage craft within France. We have them gathered and locked away in the Lutetia hotel in the city of Paris."
Ernst smiled at the news, but he held his tongue for the report was not over yet.
"And sir, we have confirmed that at least five of the twenty families are participating with the Holy Grail War. The Grail War was to be held with Paris before we arrived. From what we were told, only six of the servants were summoned as of now. They were still waiting for the Saber class Servant to be summoned before the occupation happened."
Ernst's smile grew even more. Things were going according to the Fuhrer's plans. All they really needed now was-.
"And lastly sir… we've found it. We have secured the Holy Grail itself as well as the Grail War's overseer. She too is being held within the same hotel in Paris, sir." the aid finishes.
Perfect. Everything was falling into place now. All they need to do now was find a way to get information out of the overseer on how to activate the Grail and then Victory was theirs.
But as the information he was just told from his aid sinks in, something sticks out to Ernst that makes his smile fade away.
"You said that we have five Masters in custody along with their Servants," Ernst said carefully, "but you also said that six Servants have been summoned, still awaiting for the Saber Class Servant to arrive."
He leans forward and glares at the aid, hoping he was not about to hear what he was thinking, "Where is the sixth Master and Servant?" he asks bluntly.
The aid looks concerned at the moment when Ernst asked the question. After a moment of silence, the aid sighs and deflates under the stress before finally answering.
"Yes, sir. While we have indeed secured five of the six summoned Servants and their Masters…" he pauses before continuing "the Archer class Servant and its Master managed to escape."
Ernst frowns at this development "Escaped to where?" he growls, anger and irritation creeping into his voice.
The aid swallows a lump in his throat before the words leave his lips "Dunkirk, sir."
Ernst leaned back in his chair and interlocked his fingers together as he propped his elbows on the desk. This was NOT fully going according to the plan, but he supposes it could be much worse. For the time being they had at least five of the Servants under custody, it should more than make up for the fact that they lost one. Ernst was sure the Fuhrer would be pleased with these developments.
Still, they will need to make sure that the one who slipped away is dealt with as soon as possible. If they don't, Ernst has a feeling it will only cause problems in the near future. So he needs to send someone that was both very stealthy and quick in order to eliminate the Archer and its Master. But who to send on such a mission?
This would be something far beyond human capabilities. And they were under orders to keep this a secret from as many people as possible until further notice. So how can they capture them without using the full power of the Third Reich?
An idea suddenly hit Ernst… and he smiled.
He looked back to his aid "Ready my car immediately." he orders "I wish to see these Servants and Masters with my own eyes."
The aid gives a salute and runs out of the office to ready his commanding officer's vehicle.
As Ernst grabbed his coat and cap, he glanced over at a mirror and smiled. He was wearing his black Waffen SS uniform with a white coat hanging from his shoulders. His blonde hair and deep blue colored eyes signs that he is indeed one from the fatherland. Soon, Germany would become even greater.
And Ernst Hamble, commander of the 12th Mage Crops will help lead the charge.
~o0o~
She sat in the chair of the hotel room, her head hung low. As if she were waiting for someone to cut her head off and end it.
How could this have happened? How could France have fallen in such a short time span? What was going to happen to her now?
Alison Bette asked herself these questions, yet no real answers presented themselves to her at all. But she was fairly sure of one thing. She was going to die soon and there was nowhere to run too now. And she wasn't going to die like some rabid dog begging for mercy. If she were to die, she was going to die with her pride intact. She doubted that she'll get any mercy from these thugs anyway. Just the pososite, she might become some sort of sick toy for them before they kill her.
Finally, she let out a sigh and walked over to the mirror that rested against the wall opposite of her. There, she looked at herself for what felt like months.
Her long silver hair reached down to her hips, while her green eyes and freckled face looked exhausted. Her lust lips were now somewhat chapped and makeup had long since ran down her face from her crying a day ago. Not to mention the bruise on her cheek she received from one of the soldiers outside the room.
Her clothes were also a mess, with some minor rips and tears here and there, exposing certain areas of skin on her body. She looked as if she had been through a war zone. Which wasn't too far from the truth. Her father always said that her good looks would eventually get her into trouble.
Guess this was his way of being proven right.
On top of being very attractive, Alison was also a first rate mage. Although she had married into a non-mage family, she was still apart of the well respected Charlotte Household. So her participating with the Holy Grail War was only as a natural thing as opening an umbrella in the rain.
Her green eyes shifted down to the Command Seals on her right hand. The Seals were in the shape of daggers crossing over each other. This was the symbol for her Assassin class Servant.
Speaking of Assassin, she glanced over at the far side corner of the room. Her Servant was looking out of the window, watching as German warplanes flew overhead. The Servant's true identity was none other than Jack the Ripper.
Alison had to admit, she was surprised when she discovered that the Jack the Ripper was a girl. The young girl, who looked to be no more than sixteen, was covered in tattered black, muddy rags that covered everything except for the head and feet. Her skin was pale like snow, her eyes were a pale greenish color, and her short white hair only reached down to her shoulders. And her most interesting feature was the large scare the ran down her right cheek. Alison would ask about the scar, but now was not the time nor place for it.
Alison continued to stare at her Servant before the Assassin looked over at her.
"Yes, Mother?" she asked?
Alison's head perked up before she shook it "Oh, its nothing…" she said as she looked back into the mirror. After a moment of thinking, Alison clenches her fist before looking back at her Servant.
"Assassin," she said sternly "as the situation stands, the odds are I will not be alive for much longer." as she spoke, Assassin fully turned to face her "Should I die, I need to say two things to you."
Assassin's eyes widen a bit, but she nodded all the same. She fully understood the current situation.
Alison smiled, happy that she didn't need to fully explain anything else "First:" she continues "If I am to die in the near future, I want you to escape to Britain and form a new contract with someone there."
Assassin shook her head "Mother, I can protect you from these fools." she said while pulling out a butcher knife.
Alison gripped the knife's handle with one hand and placed the other on Assassin's head.
"Mother?"
"Its okay," she said "I'm ready to die now, but I want you to live. Live and find the Grail to make your wish come true."
Alison then pulled Assassin into a gentle embrace. After a moment, the Servant returned the hug in kind.
"Thank you for caring, Assassin," she said after a moment "but please… do this for me. If something like that does happen to me, I want you to escape."
Assassin looks unsure… that is until she hears what the second thing Alison has to say.
"Which brings me to the second thing I want to tell you." she says venom creeping into her voice "Find out who it was that killed me… and do what you do best, please."
Assassin's eyes widen, but she fully understands what her master is asking of her. If her master dies, she wants her to avenge her.
Nodding, Assassin responds, "You have my word mother… if you die, I will avenge yo-."
Assassin is cut off by the sound of their hotel room opening. Both look and are quickly greeted by the sight of two German soldiers pointing rifles at the two of them. Assassin did not take kindly to that and quickly got into a defensive position to protect her Master.
But after a moment of nothing happening, the sound of footsteps filled the room.
From around the corner where the door is located, a German officer comes into view, a smile plastered onto his face. Alison immediately recognized him as a Waffen SS officer and her guard was immediately up. He eyes the two of them for a minute before he raised his left hand to the two soldiers, signaling them to stand down. Thus, both lowered their weapons.
Alison's look of surprise must have been noticed by him for he finally spoke, "You may relax my dears, I did not come here to harm any of you." the way he spoke the words were thick with his German accent.
"I find that hard to believe, bastard." Assassin responded with anger in her voice.
Alison grabbed her Servant's shoulder "Assassin!" she hushed.
The officer's eyes widen for a moment before they shine with a sinister glee "Ah… so this is the Assassin Servant… how interesting."
~o0o~
I know it's kind of short, but hey, I think it's a good way to get things started.
Anyway, now for a total disclaimer: I am going to be writing this story at my own pace and not rushing through it at all. But that means that it will take some time to write out and other things as well. AND if or when life gets in the way, I must deal with it and put writing on hold for the time being.
Anyway I hope you enjoyed. Peace out.
