Twice Inheritor Ch.15 Page One

Twice Inheritor 

By: Bubbajack 

Beta: Grammarly, Self-proofread 

Disclaimer: I do not own HMA, FSN, DxD, Rick & Morty, or anything else in this fic. 

Ch.15: The Fourth Holy Grail War pt. II- First Contact. 

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The bewitching beauty that was his Servant smiled at him, her crimson eyes crinkling slightly as she replied, her voice a soothing yet mysterious melody, “Yes, my Master.” 

Stepping from the summoning circle she looked around, making note of the decayed bodies and ritual circle of blood. She smelt no incense, saw any lit candles, nor noticed any ancient tomes of forbidden mad knowledge nearby. Casting her gaze to her master’s feet she saw to her surprise that he was in no way shape or form being protected by the mystical Elder Sign.  

Yet despite all of this, he stood tall and proud, showing no signs of metal slippage or gibbering madness. ‘This summoner, intrigues me.’  

Knowledge of the modern era flooded Foreigners mind upon her summoning, she was Servant. She had been called forth to fight in a Holy Grail War, for an object that could grant a single wish. Being what she was however, Foreigner was able to glean more than any Servant should be able to from the Greater Grail. 

For example, the true purpose of this Greater Ritual was to sacrifice the lives of those summoned to open up a hole to the Blind Idiot God. Foreigner shook her head at the notion. Foolishness. Why any mortal, magi or not would wish to visit the Court of Azathoth was beyond her kenning. For all that lay that way was madness of the highest order before atomic destruction. Still, its secondary function intrigued her greatly. The ability to grant a wish of the winning participants. Yes, this would do nicely. Even if she must deal with the rest of these insects first. 

The one she referred to as ‘Master’ intrigued her to no end. He felt, strong for lack of a better term. Not like one of her kin who dwell between spaces, but something else entirely. She couldn’t put her finger on what he was, but since he was able to be in her presence without becoming a gibbering mess with no form of mystical protection meant he was a being at least on par with herself. 

Seeing the trio of rotted corpses she inquired, “Did you kill the occupants of this dwelling Master?” 

His face soured as he replied, “I did not. Though I will admit to killing one of them, he was a murderer and got what he deserved. He was going to summon a Servant, and I dread the thought of what a psychopath would bring forth.” 

Foreigner nodded, she understood her Master better now, he was the honorable sort, but not above smiting those he deemed wicked. Due to existing like she had on Earth for eons, she knew much of human honor codes. Chivalry nor Bushido would not suit her Master, but a personal code was no doubt present. This did not bother her in the slightest. In fact, knowing he had a code of some sort put her at ease. 

It made him easier to understand and predict. It humanized her summoner who for all intents and purposes was committing inhuman feats. The doll beside him was tense, staring at her with a steely golden gaze. She glanced at him with a cursory eye. He could be useful.