View: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LEy_4sG-K5s
Today is my birthday so I wanted to write something perhaps a bit more out there and silly, this is
not canon, just an omake. This is also, amusingly, the first appearance of Shinji in the story.
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Sakura Matou was a monster, this was the truth. She had to be, she was a dirty, monster that didn't deserve anything good to ever happen to her. She knew this. It had been taught to her. She was... filthy, infected. A million and one words and ways to hate herself. She knew this, she knew all of them. For it was all she had ever known, the times before the Zouken's were but a hazy memory, flashes of happiness hidden behind a melange of tragedies and inhuman cruelties.
Sakura Matou was a monster. But she was surrounded by far worse. Every monster has a creator, whether a mad human, a god, or something even beyond those trifling existences. Sakura was surrounded by monsters, she knew this, she accepted this, and she lived with it. Her existence a nightmare, a cruel dream of which the only hope she had was a pitch black light, and a young man she had no dreams of ever obtaining. After all, she was a monster.
These thoughts played through Sakura's mind as she stood before the summoning circle, Zouken watching from above and Shinji just nearby, eager to receive 'his' servant. Her hand outstretched, her mouth moving to speak the words long sense pounded into her mind as she called forth a servant into this world.
Perhaps it would change things? Perhaps not. She was a monster after all, what did she deserve?
... But, even if by definition she was a monster, if she was by definition tainted.
There are those who specialize in such things.
The circle flashed red, then silver, then a bright, blinding white. It painted the room, revealing crevices long since hidden by darkness. Eldritch symbols painted onto the walls flashing to view before peeling away in flecks of paint and blood as the light erased them from existence. Distantly she could hear a maddening shriek, the worms beneath the mansion crying out in horror and revulsion, and she could feel it within herself as well.
Zouken started to move, fade away.
But he was not quite fast enough.
The sound of a gunshot rang through the air, shards of silver bursting out the back of Zouken, his body melting into a pile of flaming, screaming worms. Shinji collapsed, not from injury, but from fright, his eyes wide and his body flailing as he tried to scramble away from the
thing in the center of the summoning circle. It was hunched over, bleeding, it wore a tattered black coat that hugged its body, along with a black cloak that was deeper than the deepest black still in other spots, permanently marred and stained by ichor.
The being was a man, once. He stood there, eyes yellow and wide, the lids were open to their fullest extent, but despite that tautness... there was wrinkles across the face and bags underneath the eyes. Speaking of a deep exhaustion and perhaps a lack of sleep.
It was a monster, it was a berserker.
But Sakura knew its name, how, she didn't know. But it revealed itself in her mind like a malaise. She spoke then, and changed everything.
She was a monster, but... she had a slayer of monsters.
Her good hunter.