Singularity-F 1

Multiple sensations at once compiled together, forcing my eyes to snap open. I jerked up into a sitting position, arms clasping around my torso in an effort to soothe the white hot agony lancing through my entire body.

It was pain beyond any I'd ever felt. White hot magma burnt through my veins, my nerves felt like they were folding in on themselves. The feeling of space itself twisting and warping my body apart. The feeling of my very soul rent apart and missing a foundational, important piece.

My body was sticky and wet with blood. My own blood.

A hysteric laugh left my lips despite the pain, a wet, raspy thing that spluttered blood through the air. Two lives of memories warred together in my head, but above all, cold bronze eyes stood out behind a black bow knocking a warped spiral drill like sword.

Ironic, so ironic.

On one hand, with one life betrayed and killed by the Ainsworth. My very soul trapped and used as nothing more than fuel for the magecraft of my family, to fight and die at their orders and allow them their own wish.

On the other hand, to be killed by a fictional hero you admired after being enslaved. Wasn't that just pathetic? Wasn't that just sad?

The pain in my body began to lesson, steam rose from the great gouge that had split my body down the middle and my torso weaved itself back together. Yet, the pain in my head did not lessen.

A giggle left my lips and I collapsed backwards, cold tile meeting my bare back. I stared up at a grandiose and elaborately decorated ceiling, cracked and broken in disarray, the crystal chandelier half destroyed and swinging precariously.

As God Hand repaired my body, I couldn't help but just bask in the sheer absurd amusement of it all.

I had the memories of two teenagers. One a raised magus heir, the other a mundane boy who thought this all fictional.

Yet, it was the emotions and sense of self of the mundane boy who was in control, entirely and utterly.

That should not have been the case. Shaw Morganach of the Morganach magi family was by all accounts the stronger of the two. Both mentally and physically.

But his sense of self, it had been drastically weakened. There was a price after all, for coming back to life through the Flash Air of the Ainsworth family thaumaturgy.

Each time one was brought back, the less of themselves they brought back with them. It was a wonder Shaw Morganach could even remember his own name when he had the Berserker Class Card forced upon him.

"Shirou's gonna fuck you up Julian, get fucked ya' prick." I half sneered, half snorted.

So what if that stacked blonde bitch Angelica had Gilgamesh installed, Shirou had went full on Emiya on the same path as Heaven's Feel for that apparent little sister of his.

I could attest to his strength. Even with the power of Herakles and the Morganach's frankly rather useful magecraft, Shirou Emiya had absolutely shit stomped Shaw Morganach.

Guess that's what happened when a God Hand weakened to C-rank is put up against the bullshit of Unlimited Blade Works.

At the very least, I'll give him this. Shaw Morganach was not one to go quietly into the night. And his plan had worked.

Albeit, not as well as he'd have liked.

The Morganach family magecraft was simple in explanation. Replacing the position of one object with another. The hope of the Morganach, was to replace part of the Root itself with themselves, to transport themselves directly to it and claim the Akashic Records for themselves.

It was solid in theory and based on the Second True Magic, the Kaleidoscope, if to a much more minor degree. The problem of course, was the sheer energy requirement to accomplish such a thing.

No modern day human would ever have the prana output to accomplish such a thing. And thus enter Shaw Morganach. He was not the original heir of his family, he once had an older sister, an older sister he had never met before.

Because before he was ever conceived, she was sold to the Matou family, to marry into the family and pass on the Sorcery Trait of the Morganach family. In return, Zouken Matou was to pass on the Sorcery Trait of the Matou family to the next heir of the Morganach family.

Usually such a thing would be absurd and impossible, but the Matou sorcery trait was a different kettle of fish. The sorcery trait of Binding and Absorption. And it could be given to to others, for a price.

That was why, despite the Morganach family being of Scottish descent and bright red of hair, Shaw Morganach was dark of hair.

With the Matou sorcery trait, it was possible to draw in mana from the very air itself and bind it to a spell.

Yet, even that was not enough. In theory, with Shaw the Morganach had finally found their way to the Root. All that had to happen was having Shaw trained up fully and then absorbing as much mana from the world itself as possible over time to power the spell to reach the swirl of creation.

Yet, one thing had not been taken into account. The strain on the body, the magic circuits. The theory was all there and perfect, the strain just couldn't be handled without Shaw burning out.

Thus they needed a way to strengthen Shaw's body and magic circuits. And the answer came in the form of the Ainsworth magi family of Japan, a family with close ties to the Matou and the overseers of the holy Grail War, the creators of the Class Cards. Cards used as a box to hold the souls of servants from the Throne of Heroes and directly infuse them into the holder, giving the traits, abilities and even Noble Phantasms of the legendary heroes of the past.

The Ainsworth family offered what they needed. A Class Card housing the soul of King Arthur, holder of a dragons core. With that, Shaw's body and magic output would be enhanced to levels beyond what many modern magi could dream of.

In return, all the Shaw family had to do was use their family magecraft to open a box.

Alas, they failed initially and were not given another chance. They were stabbed in the back and cut down like rabid animals on the orders of Julian Ainsworth by his older sister, and who I now knew was the holder of the Class Card containing the spirit of Gilgamesh, the legendary King of Heroes.

Shaw had been overwhelmed by terror and awe at the sheer power contained within the Gate of Babylon, unable to believe such a person could exist, not understand who they were.

But, with his memories, I do. After all, I came across Fate Stay night just a few months ago and binged it after the death of my grandmother. I played through the visual novels and read through the actual novels.

Honestly it seems like Shaw comes from another world entirely than the series I'd seen. The routes of Fate/Stay Night and Fate Apocrypha.

But at least one thing remained the same. Shirou Emiya would get drawn in and fuck up everybody's plans.

Good on him. I just wish I could see that prick Julian's face when he inevitably busts out that Reality Marble of his and shit stomps his trump card of a sister.

Either way, Shaw wasn't allowed to even escape Julian in death, and his soul had been force into that of a puppet and to add insult to injury, was given a class card to fight in the Holy Grail War for Julian himself, and not even the card he had wanted.

Probably smart on on Julian's part really to not have given Shaw access to such magic power. After all, he was still conscious in that puppet and that was why I was here now.

It didn't exactly punch through to the Root, but the power of A-rank Divinity was not something to sneeze at either. Binding the class card of Herakles to himself, and then super charging his family magic with all the divine might of the legendary son of Zeus was enough to replace the position of their very souls.

Into me.

Really, it's a wonder I'm not completely freaking out and going crazy right now. 'It's probably because of Herakles' Valor and Indomitable skills.' I mused, surprisingly calmly.

It was what allowed Shaw, who had never been trained in combat at all throughout his entire life, to keep his cool and formulate his plan and make it work.

"Eye Of The Mind Fake at B rank probably helped as well." I hummed to myself. The pain in my body had already faded as I organised my thoughts, though my head was still throbbing like a mother fucker.

I should really get a move on and get up and figure out where the hell I am though. I can't just sit here and wait for my head to calm the fuck down.

Even with the surprising confidence I feel. Shaw moved his soul and that of the soul of Herakles inside the class card into mine. That means, I've got all the abilities of the Class Card, and Shaw's own. But, I'm technically weaker than Shaw was right now.

He after all, could not bring along his families Magic Crest. It was left behind on that puppet body, because it was not part of the soul. Yet, I feel like in a fight, I'd win if I fought the him that fought Shirou Emiya.

I shook my head and sat back up and just to take a quick stock of things, I imagined the rev of a bus engine throttling to full force and flipped on all twenty four magic circuits that previously belonged to Shaw Morganach.

As my od hummed in my veins, I flooded my eyes with it and examined myself with Master's Clairvoyance, a handy little trick Julian had forced Shaw to learn.

My eyebrows rose, "Well, that's new." I blinked.

Paramaters

Strengh: B

Endurance: C

Agility: C~

Mana: A

Luck: B

Noble Phantasm: C

Class Skills

Mad Enhancement: B

Divinity: A

Personal Skills

Valor: A~

Indomitable: A+

Eye Of The Mind(Fake): B

Battle Continuation: A

Martial Artist: E

Magecraft: C+

Noble Phantasm

God Hand - Anti-Unit: C

Nine Lives - Unknown: C-A+

A Martial Artist skill, that wasn't there before. And, neither was the Magecraft either. On top of that, the Mana parameter before had only been at B Rank. It would initially have been C-rank if Shaw himself did not have quite high quality magic circuits due to his families Sorcery Trait, Inheritance.

"Well, the Magecraft obviously comes from Shaw, so did the Martial Arts skill come from me then?" I wondered. Shaw was not at all trained in any martial art, and while I'm sure Herakles was well trained in Pankration, it never appeared in his canon skills. And I'm sure if it did it would be way higher than E-rank.

But I myself am trained in Muay Thai Kickboxing.

And, if taking into account the increase in Mana output, that could be because Shaw's soul, the class card and my own soul had become one. But, my soul is not of the Typemoon variety, and I clearly had no magic circuits of my own.

"Well I suppose Rider was munching on peoples souls for a reason." I sighed, shaking my head. Enough of this. I really need to figure out where I am. And I wasn't going to complain about having the same mana output as the full servant Herakles either.

Because last I remember, I'd just fallen asleep at the local park after hanging out with the lads and drinking a few bottles of buckfast.

I pushed myself up and took a look around for the first time, only to freeze as my eyes landed on something specific not fifteen feet away.

It was a girl, a few years younger than myself. Ephemeral, like a fairy with glittering snow white hair.

Collapsed in a heap, a great bloody gouge in her chest and missing her heart.

I gasped as a violent pain slammed into my chest and I sputtered, grasping my chest. White hot rage tinted my field of vision red.