Fate/『 』Märchen
— Curtains Rise —
The first sunset of the newest Holy Grail War was about to come. Its light painted the concrete labyrinth of Tokyo's streets in a deep contrast of red and black.
Tonight was going to be a cold one. Snow was all but certain to pile up in the streets later on.
However harsh it maybe, such coldness was perfectly appropriated for the beginning of a fairy tale that was certain to be written in blood.
Masters and Servants, magi of the modern times and legends of yore. Wherever they may be in this sprawling metropolis; all of them vying for a single chance of wishing upon the Cup that was once filled with the blood of God's Son.
This is a tale of their tragedy...
At least that's what a certain
man of the cloth though as he observed the upcoming night in an otherwise unremarkable church somewhere in Suginami, at the Western ends of the metropolitan prefecture, while partaking of a wine that was as red as his hair.
"Oh Lord, please forgive those who know not what they seek," he said to himself(?) in a condescending voice, typical of those of the Holy Church.