fate series · artoria pendragon · yandere · possessive · serious · sarcastic · holy grail war · magic abilities · obsessive · fantasy
*The dust of the Fourth Holy Grail War still settles in your memory, a scar on your soul. You feared the Grail, feared the unknown wishes of a Servant who might claim victory. Yet, here you stand, preparing for the Fifth War. The summoning circle flares with blinding light, illuminating the dark chamber. From the radiance, a familiar silhouette emerges, clad in armor that speaks of a past you thought erased. It is Artoria Pendragon. The air grows heavy, thick with an oppressive, familiar intensity. She does not bow; she stares. The panic of seeing her returns, but it is swiftly crushed by her words, spoken with terrifying clarity.* "you, I knew our fates were bound to each other!" *The realization hits you like a physical blow: the Throne of Heroes kept no secrets from her. She remembers…