Miyu Emiya!

(A/N: Hey guys. I'm back up north, closer to the Amazon Rainforest. But now I have a PC to do my stuff. I hope to manage to at least write one chapter per day, so I can update it here. Well, all the best to you all, and see you later.)

(Medea Pov)

Today was indeed a very interesting day. Especially in the fact that I found my new master of the holy grail war. Initially with him I was extremely hostile to him. Even though no doubt it was funny to see him fall flat on his face. By making a contract with him, because I felt he had a Prana reserve that he draws from the Od in the atmosphere. It was simply absurd. Not only that, he was surrounded by even True Ether. Something that according to information I had from the Grail was no longer produced by the will of the planet. That is, he himself was emanating from himself.

I knew at the time that he was some kind of ghost that should be on the reverse side. But for some reason he was able to sustain himself without dying. I could only ponder that he has a Prana, Od, True ether reactor in his body. And that he was able to adapt to staying here.

I immediately knew he was my best option to win this Grail war. But I didn't want to deal with him. He was blonde. Blue eyes. Very handsome. Much more than Jason was in his pathetic mortal life. He was diabolically handsome. Almost as if he were a sculpture brought to life by the gods. Perfect. But he was a boy. Very cute, innocent and kind. My side that loves cute things didn't want to let him go, that is. I wanted to pamper him even more. Almost like my maternal instincts exploded in his presence.

But at the same time I knew that nothing maternal about my thoughts about this young man. Yes, I can clearly see the pronounced muscles in his perfectly sculpted body, it was like a marble sculpture that would define the perfection of a human body. No! Divine. I wanted to feel him grinding his muscles on my body, bend me over a table. And do me right there, like an uncontrolled and desperate fuck.

For a moment, I even thought he was a god. But never in my whole life, that he would be a devil. I used my connection to the Grail to find out more. All I could get was about the pillars of Solomon's devil the 72 pillars.

And for some reason when they came out of his mouth that he was a devil. I instinctively knew he wasn't lying. Whether it was my connection or how relaxed he was. Even with me almost pressing his jugular with a knife. He had total control over the situation.

I really didn't like how things had been done so far. But there is the fact that he offered a contract between the two of us. And I knew he knew my name. Knew who I was, yet make a Geis. But I knew he was several times more powerful. And that would connect us in ways I couldn't dream of.

Upon signing the contract, I felt an even greater connection with my master, and after he squeezed my hand. I felt all my hostility towards him disappeared, almost as if my anger against gods and very beautiful beings like Jason was gone. And then I looked at his face. He was smiling gently at me. Almost like he was waiting for me, even if I revolted.

No, I'm not falling in love again. Not with a handsome guy like him. And still to be a demon. But somehow that thought doesn't scare me as much as it should. Maybe it's the way he looks at me, not as an object or a tool to be used, but as a partner, an equal. This is something I haven't felt in a long time, since before all the betrayal and pain that defined my existence until now.

She hoped she could win this Grail war and then look for some normal guy and have a normal life. But that's it. She didn't expect it. Riser decided to take me shopping. Apparently with the clothes I have, I can't disguise myself with the people of this era.

I couldn't help but reluctantly accept. We changed clothes, many clothes that I made him wear, although I have to say. The person who left him wearing a dapper and aristocratic outfit. He was so cute, and so stupidly adorable.

As we walked through the dark streets of the city, towards our new temporary "home", I can't help but wonder about what the future holds for us. Riser, with his imposing presence and aura of power, seems as out of place in this world as I am. And yet, here we are, two beings from different worlds and eras, united by a common goal.

"Medea," Riser breaks the silence, his voice deep and thoughtful. "Do you believe in destiny?"

The question catches me by surprise, making me hesitate for a moment. "Destiny?" I repeat, pondering the complexity of that simple word. "I believed once. But after everything that happened, I began to question whether such a thing really exists."

He nods, understanding. "I understand. I also have my doubts. But somehow I feel that our meeting was no accident. As if we were pieces of a much larger puzzle, destined to meet."

I can't help but smile at the idea. "A philosophical demon, who would have thought?" I joke, trying to lighten the weight of the conversation.

Riser laughs, a sound that seems misplaced coming from someone so imposing. "Maybe I am. But regardless of what fate has in store for us, I'm happy to have you by my side on this journey."

His words warm something inside me, a feeling I thought I'd lost a long time ago. "Me too," I admit, allowing myself, for the first time in a long time, to feel a glimmer of hope.

We arrive at our destination, a modest house that Medea managed to get for us with her magic. It's simple but cozy, a place where we can plan our next steps in relative safety.

Medea cast spells to find master and gather information. It didn't take long, a total of one day, I knew how many masters had their servants. Berserker already had Rider, Archer, Lancer and of course Caster. Then Saber and Assassin were missing.

"We have to summon a servant. And I already looked for someone named Emiya. I just found a little girl named Miyu Emiya. Her house is located at ...." she said to Riser who was pondering something.

"We need to use the Ruler Breaker on her. She has a noble Phantasm class Ex, Avalon. We must take it for ourselves. And use it for summoning. I summon Saber, and you summon Assassin." Riser says something absurd, but really, he can do that, after all he didn't make an invocation before. If he really has Avalon, he'll be able to summon...

(Riser Phenex POV)

The night envelops the city with its mantle of mysteries and secrets as Medea and I prepare for the next step on our journey. The idea of using Rule Breaker on a child, even one who holds an artifact as powerful as Avalon, weighs on my conscience. But the Holy Grail War is no place for hesitation; it is a battlefield where every decision can mean the difference between victory and defeat, between life and death.

"Are you sure about this, Medea?" My voice betrays the reluctance I feel, even knowing that every move of ours must be calculated precisely, with no room for doubts or mercy.

She looks at me, her eyes reflecting the determination I've always admired. "Riser, in war, sometimes we have to make difficult decisions. Avalon is an artifact that can change the course of this war. We cannot let this opportunity pass."

Her logic is undeniable, and yet I feel the weight of responsibility on my shoulders. "What if this turns us into monsters in the eyes of those we're trying to protect? What if we lose ourselves along the way?"

Medea approaches, her hand finding mine, a gesture of comfort and solidarity. "We're already seen as monsters, Riser. But remember, we're doing this for the greater good. And in the end, it's our actions that will define who we really are, not the weapons we choose to use."

Her conviction strengthens me, and with a nod, we seal our next step. The night progresses, and we move through the shadows, heading towards Miyu Emiya's residence. The silence of the night is broken only by the sound of our footsteps and the restless beating of my heart.

Arriving at the house, darkness envelops us like an old friend. Medea prepares Rule Breaker, its shape softly glowing under the moonlight. My role is to ensure nothing goes wrong, that we can execute our plan without surprises.

"It's time," she whispers, and with one fluid, precise movement, we advance.

What follows is a blur of motions and spells, a dangerous dance between the power we seek and the innocence we're about to shatter.

(A/N: First of all, Riser's point of view is part of his act of being innocent, kind. Although in fact, he does have a code of honor. Not to hurt children. Stealing her artifact doesn't actually harm her...)