Chapter 380 - My CO Stash #80 - A Heroic Avenger by Nergal-D (Fate/staynightXDanmachi) (1/2)

-I'm just happy that this was never abandoned like the other Avenger-centric fics~

Synopsis: The Weakest Servant in existence, nothing more than garbage be it a Holy Grail War or any sort of fight. Yet upon gaining a new Master after a hero of justice stopped his corruption and sent to another realm, things just might change. In a land full of Gods and mortals alongside his new Master, maybe Angra can do something with his life. Hero? Villain? Avenger? Only time will tell.

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Chapter 1

Pain.

Burning pain.

Horrific pain.

Mental pain.

Poisonous pain.

Drowning pain.

Shattering pain.

Stabbing pain.

Aching pain.

Insane pain.

Electric pain.

Skinning pain.

Hunger pain.

Pain. Pain. Pain. Pain. Pain. Pain. Pain! Pain! Pain! Pain! Pain! Pain! Pain! Pain! Pain! Pain! Pain! Pain! Pain! Pain! Pain! Pain! Pain! Pain! Pain! PAIN! PAIN! PAIN! PAIN! PAIN! PAIN! PAIN! PAIN! PAIN! PAIN!

…..That was all he had ever known, since the day he had been chosen as the scapegoat.

Angra Mainyu: All the World's Evil.

By the people who feared this Zoroastrianism Persion God, they thought of a solution so crazy that it just might work.

It didn't.

What they did was nothing more but get an unlucky louse, a man cruelty chosen at random, and then picked as the ”source of all evil in the world” by an unnamed village and was tortured and sacrificed in the ensuing rituals. Rituals that lasted until decades passed by, and by then only the hate remained. Both his body, mind, and soul had been tainted to the very level of humanities own sins placed upon him.

And it didn't even end despite dying.

Apparently for some unknown reason, despite literally being just an ordinary dude who was tortured, his death caused his village to feel relieved. Thus making him qualified as a Heroic Spirit somehow, despite the damn fact he wasn't good at all. Let aside a heroic figure for children's fairy tales.

Yet ignoring the absurdity of it all, he had indeed been chosen and qualified as a heroic Spirit.

A weak one of course.

”Avenger! Attack!” He still remembered it.

The day when it all changed. His first summoning, his first time in this so called Holy Grail War. To be used as a pawn by some assholes who wanted to win this wish granting thing. With reluctance he entered battle. Facing his first opponent.

He died on the fourth day of the war.

Even though he's a Servant, even though he's a 'Hero', he was still nothing more but the same villager who did nothing but get tortured. Unlike real heroes he had no true legend. No epic battle with monsters, a journey to the west, slaying dragons, being a child prodigy, or any of that crap.

Just some no name loser who lost his own identity who was just tortured until he died of old age.

As such, he was what one can call weak even among the absurdly powerful Servants. Compared to every single one of them, he lacked what made them special. Lacked what made them strong. Lacked the thing that would make him a true hero.

No name, no power, just an empty void of nothingness with the only emotion he usually felt being hate and nothing more. As such it only made sense that he would have no true power against other Servants, even those that aren't as powerful as certain others. Regardless, he lost and would be sent back into the Throne of Heroes and be there until he was called upon again.

At least that should have happened.

Yet instead of returning back to the Throne, something else happened. Something that reacted to the very 'wishes' the people at the village placed upon him, causing a change. A transformation. One that lasted for a long time, and caused him to evolve into something that would truly make him become 'All The World's Evil'.

His power had been increased.

His threat arisen.

Servants falling to his shadows.

The power to make even the purest of wishes twist and bend into something of a nightmare.

However he lost his sense of self further. His mind vanishing away as he fell into a slumber of utter darkness unable to feel awakened. Only reacting when he felt he could be 'born' and be the very thing the people wished for. A monster, a true demon, one that would end all life on earth. Yet he didn't care. So long as he was reborn and destroyed the world, so be it.

While mostly asleep, every now and then he would 'awaken' for just the tiniest of moments and see things. Things that made him mad.

First by that cold hearted man who overthrew his deal and used his will and ability to have that Saber kill him off.

Then by his the very same man's son, who allowed that girl he possessed to regain what was left of her feelings for him and disconnected from him, then destroying the Holy Grail.

That was how he was defeated, and unlike the first time, there was no third chance after. That was how he would die. Simple as that. Just returning to the Throne and once more wait to be re-summoned by some other person and possibly repeat this procedure again.

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Like hell he will go back.

'No! Not yet! Not YET!' After all these years of being trapped in the Holy Grail and being left as a senseless being with barely any sentience waiting for birth, the current destruction of the Holy Grail allowed him to regain his wit. His sentience. And whatever sanity he had left. Though in this situation, sanity may just have its advantage.

With whatever intelligence he regained, the former villager who had been branded the name Angra Mainyu tried to figure out what to do. To think of a way to escape the pain of just being trapped in the Throne for who knows how long.

He just got freed! No way he wanted to end just like that. But how can he escape? This situation was looking hopeless. That brat having caused the container that held the power of the Grail to collapse upon itself.

But thanks to their efforts, unlike the Fourth War no disaster will happen with the contents spilling recklessly. Or at the least not enough to cause another disaster like before. However he didn't need a disaster, just something to allow him to escape. A miracle of sorts to just escape!

'Or…' The Avenger Class Servant slowly realized. 'A wish.'

The power of the Grail is still here-even if it is vanishing rapidly. However if he made a wish, then it should work in theory before the power vanishes away alongside him. Of course how could he say anything if he couldn't even talk, unable to even breath really.

Servant or not, even he needed air to breath then speak.

However, it would seem that luck was by his side this day. As it would seem the contents of the Holy Grail could 'sense' his intentions, his d_e_s_i_r_e. His d_e_s_i_r_e to leave and be somewhere else. To be freed.

So it did what he wanted.

In a flash of light, the being that corrupted the Grail, caused untold death, and distorted the very essence of people's wishes was gone.

Only to end up in more pain.

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Thi wasn't fair. It just wasn't fair.

All her life she had never been appreciated, acknowledged. Praised.

Instead all she got was the stress of doing a job that she never felt fit her purpose. Her father gone, work piling up, Lev busy to help her. It was becoming so much, and she never felt appreciated for it.

”But maybe that can change.” Her name is Olga Marie Animusphere, the daughter of the director of Chaldea that monitors the future of mankind and member of the prestigious Animusphere family of magi.

Having white long hair with a ahoge and golden eyes, a professional black dress with yellow borders and black stockings and boots on her. She is eleven years old, and is currently in the Summoning Room in hopes to prove herself a Master. Already a few other Servants have been called upon, though two of them went missing with that wacko Miss 'I'm Beautiful' woman(?) still here. She found it strange how someone from a few centuries can just magically understand how to work high tech that didn't even exist in that woman(?)'s time.

Whatever. Ignoring her she had her own role to play. To prove herself amazing and get the recognition she always wanted. And what better way to do so by summoning a Servant. A being that is a copy of a legendary figure from before, and granted massive powers thanks to the Holy Grail.

'If I do this, then maybe I can finally make a name for myself.' What with her mother always drinking and her father never having any time for her, maybe she could get someone to pay attention to her after this. The only friend she had was Lev who seemed to be the only person that cared for her. Yet he was busy with his own work and didn't blame him.

Good thing she saw that Roman fellow using this a while ago. While she didn't remember everything on the process, the memory she had should be enough along with the reference books she snuck for herself that should be enough.

”Now to call upon them.” The young girl smiled with her eyes shining as she pushed a few buttons. It was late at night and she only had one chance as after this her father would shut it down for a while. The machine's control panel lit up and the summoning circle up ahead began to hum. With a smile she then pushed the start button and from it the Summoning Process came to life.

The room was soon enveloped in a soft blue light and she could see the device doing as she should. Oh, what would she get, who would she get? Karma, Gilgamesh, the famed King Arthur, or maybe someone just as incredible. There were so many Servants from the Age of Gods to even the most recent of history of about a century ago.

Unknown to her however is that Olga had made a critical mistake.

While she did indeed get the Summoning Device to work, the machine known as FATE (Guardian Heroic Spirit Summoning System) had a reason for being shut down. Maintenance having noticed a few glitches that messed with the 'summonings' which brought forth the Servant, and would possibly cause a small but dangerous distortion when used. This was going to be fixed later, however with Olga having accidently brought the machine to life, the glitch became active.