Izurich
Carlyle
Phase
Evo Gospoda ustajte ljudi Here comes the Lord, arise people,
If someone were to venture upon the outskirts of Kyoto, into a lonely abandoned church forgotten by the people and destroyed by time, they woould surely be surprised at the spectacle taking place.
Evo Ga ide svetu da sudi here He comes to judge the world
The decaying façades and crumbling structures that once stood in place were no more. Instead, the church seemed felt made anew, as if gided by an unseen hand and remade anew in their image. The outward architecture was a weird almost unrecognizable amalgametion of styles and ideas. A christian, regardless of their country of origin or denomination, would intrinsecally recognize it as one of their own. They would find it beautiful and breathtaking, but they wouldn't be able to explain why.
Svetu da sudi, stado da luči To judge the world, to tend to His flock,
If the outside was a representation of worship, the inside was a representation of prayer. The walls were repaired, and carefully remade into murals representing stories and tales confering to the bible. On the left stood murals dedicated to the genesis, on the right stood paintings dedicated to the apocalypse. The altar had been moved to the center of the great room, a sleeping man set naked upon it. A man with a red mark on his hand. Seven candles were arranged around it, united by the painting of a seven pointed stars marked into the great mosaic of the floor.
Svetu da sudi, stado da luči To judge the world, to tend to His flock,
Around it a girl danced to her heart's content. A wide smile of unbridled joy was etched on her face. She was following rythms only she could hear, singing along in an hymn dedicated to entirely to herself. She was short, probably a little more than five feet in height, but no less striking because of it. Her hair long hair was let free to spin alongside her. It was long, reaching past her knees, and it carried a shining silver sheen which seemed to spark with all the colours of the rainbow. Her eyes were wide open, yet it was clear that she wasn't really paying much attention to seeing at the momennt.
Od stopa svemir tutnji i huči the universe rumbles and roars from His footsteps,
The material, that is.
All around her, Alice saw the concepts and strains of ideas twist and turn in the air. Narratives of love and fate, of damnation and hate, all calling as one and brought to the forefront by her ritual. She felt the Grail - oh that great and holy masterpiece - reach impotently to the cute sleeping master on the table. It was a thing of beauty, how it seemed to reach beyond the texture, connecting on the very registries of Alaya to call upon the strenghts of their heroes. She danced and sang and joyed in it, the feeling blissful and so very addicting.
Tutnji i huči zemlja i nebo Earth and sky rumble and roar,
Šta će nam sada zlato i srebro of what use are gold and silver to us now?
Alice saw the call of the grail grow stronger, and knew the time finally had come. She had been interested in the Fuyuki Grail for a long time, even if it was impossible for one such as her to approach the Yggdmillenia. Once she heard of the Fujiwara grail, she inmediately dropped everything in order to take part. All of that just to not be selected in the score of masters regardless of how many favours she pulled. Unacceptable, utterly unacceptable!
Well, it wasn't like such a minuscule thing was going to stop her.
Zlato i srebro neka počine Let gold and silver be put to rest,
A ti nam blistaj BOŽIJI SINE and may You shine for us, SON OF GOD!
It took months of time, the complete stop to all her other projects and a ridiculous invstment of resources, but she found a way to force herself into the system. The call of the Grail was a process that marked the soul of the master. Then, the system morphed them in order to condence the wish granting capabilities, granting them connection necessary to bring heroic spirits unto the world. She had wondered time and time again how to do this, and ultimately decided that she may as well just take it wholesale from the soul of one of the chosen and make it her own.
Alice positioned herself on front of the altar as the song was finishing, and prepared herself.
Maw of Dominion
She looked at the master, the canvas of her creation, and smiled. He was a sweet boy, wishing to bring about a better world and hoping to use the grail in order to achieve it. Fortunately, he was also way too unprepared for these kind of things. Getting him to willingly take her an in into his home and to recognise her as an ally was surprisingly simple.
Alice's hair and eyes exploded in colours. They melted into blinding crimson as her lips descended upon upon the master. She opened her mouth wide open, bit onto his troat, and drank his blood while her ringed hand pierced his chest and crushed his heart. The process of consuming a human was a very time consuming endeavour. So many concepts to embody! So many ideas to take! Sadly, Alice hadn't perfected her technique, and she wasn't an actual Death Apostle besides. Well, at that moment she didn't really care about proper manners, did she?. She reached deep into his being with her magic and started her work.
Live rejected. Death rejected. Fate rejected. Mind rejected. Being rejected. Self rejected.
She could feel the connection to the grail inmediately, like a grand constellation signalling the way to the fountain.
Take away the lies, take away the illusion, take away the sorrow.
She pushed into his body and soul, and began crushing everything besides his metaphysical position as a Master. She started extracting it, using the remains of his magic circuits as fuel to facilitate the process.
Let there be light upon the world, let there be genesis.
She called onto the grail, welcoming it as as it was transfered from the living body into herself. The sensations she felt as the almost undiluted concept of [Wish] entered her body was indiscribable. The pain was blinding and total. The pleasure was overwhelming.
Ouroboros
The next thing Alice knew she was panting, face planted on the altar as her mind struggled to keep up. "Ouchie..." She felt pain in every single part of her body, and her 4 circuits were basically screaming at her in exhaustion. "I suppose I can take a small rest, but first..."
She struggled her way to a standing position. Dusting herself off the dust that the corpse had been reduced to, Alice raised her hand to inspect her newly earned command seals.
Or she would, if blinding light and a connection to the throne of heroes being forcibly open didn't stop her in her tracks.
