Fate: Bonds Beyond Humanity

Fate/Bonds Beyond Humanity

*Checks the number of favorites/follows and comments* Awesome.

Made some mistakes in the first chapter but since they didn't stop the enjoyment of the story I consider that an absolute success.

Sidenote: is Kiritsugu a prototype John Wick?

2- There Is a Devil in The House.

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Russia, one year ago.

It was a cold day when her father took her on one of his trips and it became colder when they landed in Russia. She had just graduated from highschool and made known her intent to go to the Clocktower, the main center of studies of all spellcasters, to further her research.

It is not supposed to be permanent and while her family managed to avoid the attention of the main powers of the supernatural thanks to her father… but with her decision the patriarch of the Emiya family needed to act and prepare his eldest child.

Now, Illya was not a weak flower and since she wanted to go and travel her father started to teach her how to survive, they had other trips before but this one was different. On the previous ones Kiritsugu taught her how to survive, on this one he was going to teach her how to kill.

"How many targets?" They were on a rooftop, she had her eyes closed and was using her magecraft to observe those inside a building. It was a warehouse on the docks of a small city, the snow was falling but she was not feeling the cold.

"I counted thirty… four so far. No! Thirty-five!" She then opens her eyes and looks at her father. "Are they really dangerous? They look like normal humans to me." Her purple winter clothes were still enough to keep her hidden and starve off the chill of winter.

"Appearances can be misleading." The man had a mop of black hair and was completely dressed in black with a long coat, he was carrying a sniper rifle on his hands and placed it in position directly towards the building. "Most of them are human, that is true. But our target isn't and he is controlling those men, our job is to find them and take them out."

"How are they being controlled?" Kiritsugu was preparing the scope of the rifle, it was highly advanced and would be the main tool they would use to identify their target.

"Vampires have a naturally cold skin and low body temperature. That is because their body doesn't have the same functions they would have as a human, the heart stops working, only a couple the organs are used and the rest is consumed or transformed." Kiritsugu spoke calmly and bluntly but also avoided the question.

It was like he was not talking to his daughter but with any other person on the street. He explained more differences between normal people and vampires, then he goes in detail how the scope and the heat vision worked.

"You know all the positions with magic but that is not useful to be subtle or to take out the vampire, you need to use both it and the appropriate equipment." He positions the rifle, gesturing for her to take the position. "Once you identify who is the one with the lowest heat signature, you take the shot."

"Where? On the head?" Illya got prepared, learning to use such a weapon took a whole month most of her vacation during highschool was spent on a shooting range..

"That would be optimal but not viable in most cases. Vampires have three weaknesses that we can use in such cases: 1- sunlight, UV lights, hard to come by in countries like these and it is the reason why some of the more active vampires hide in the poles. 2- blessed weapons, the prayers and powers of the many gods work against those with origins of shadows that are nonhuman, the christian God's are the most effective ones."

He pulls something from his coat, it was a huge bullet and gives it to Illya. The young woman didn't hesitate and placed it on the rifle preparing the shot.

"That will be the tool that we will use today. You don't need to go for the head with this bullet, any place above the waist will do." Kiritsugu then pulls out spy glasses and checks the positions himself. "Try to find someone pale, the eyes don't need to be red though."

"So… like me but also not." She gives her father a coy smile but the man didn't care, he was on work mode and Illya hated it. "You said three weaknesses. You only told me two."

"The third one is garlic." Silence.

"You are joking." That was unbelievable.

"No, they are extremely allergic to the stuff." The way his face remained stoic made the girl second guess herself. "It is not enough to kill them but it is a good distraction. A smoke grenade that is made to use garlic is good enough to separate a vampire from a crowd or to force him to deal with a certain degree of pain while you attack." He messes with his pockets for a bit but then stops and places both hands on his spy glasses. "It's efficient, easy to use and mostly harmless to humans. An efficient counter."

"How and why would someone try garlic on a vampire in the first place?" She couldn't keep the disbelief of her voice.

"When you are trying to kill something that doesn't die with common weapons you end up trying a bit of everything." Kiritsugu's logic was sound if anything else.

Both stalked the warehouse for a few more minutes, when at home her father was also the silent type but his presence this time was more… cold. As cold as the russian winter, there was nothing else but the mission at that point and Illya had a part to play.

The younger Emiya sighed and closed both eyes, inside the warehouse a small silver bird made of string turns its head. It was a magecraft that she shared with her mother but it was not really useful for combat… unless Illya was the one using it since she had more than enough mana at her beck and call.

Engel Rid: Angel's Poem was something that she took gusto in learning, it was extremely versatile and if she wanted she could use her hair as material to create different kinds of constructs which she can connect her conscience to and use as familiar for spying.

The bird flew high, keeping itself close to the roof, it was capable of moving with precise movements that a real animal needed to be trained intensively to be able to imitate while staying practically silent.