[b]James Minassian, Ryuudoji Cemetery[/b]

"Hah, great night for a storm ain't it?" James remarked as the first few drops of rain descended from the dreary night sky. In his hands was an empty vial, small droplets of red liquid still clinging to its walls. 

In a clearing before him, near the corner of the cemetery was a summoning circle inscribed with chalk made from dead magi, topped off with a thin coat of his own blood. Within the center sat no catalyst, since he hadn't the chance to obtain one. [s]However, little did he know that the chalk he was using was made of the bones of a certain German magus' ancestor.[/s] The time of night and the relatively isolated location - not to mention the non-detection and soundproofing Bounded Fields - solved the issue of mundane interference well enough. James took a deep breath. He knew the incantation, the summoning circle and catalyst were prepared and unobtained(-ish) respectively, nobody would interfere... It appeared all the necessary preparations were done. James moved to the front of the circle and extended the hand bearing his three Command Seals.

Right, then. Time to get this shit started.

[i][center]"Silver and iron to the origin.
Gem and the archduke of pacts to the foundation.
Let the descending winds become a wall. 
Let the gates in four directions close, rising above the crown, and let the three-forked road leading to the kingdom rotate.

Shut (fill). Shut (fill). Shut (fill). Shut (fill). Shut (fill).
Five perfections for each repetition.
And now, let the filled sigils be annihilated in my stead!

—Set.
Let thy body rest under my dominion, let my fate (doom) rest in thy blade.
If thou submittest to the call of the Holy Grail and if thou wilt obey this will and reason, then answer my summoning!

—I make my oath here. 
I am the person who is to become the virtue of all Heaven.
I am that person who is covered with the evil of all Hades.

Thou seven heavens, clad in a trinity of words, 
come past thy restraining rings,
O keeper of the balance—!”[/i][/center]

Prana coursed through James' circuits like a river as he chanted the incantation to summon the Heroic Spirit from the Throne and into this world. The summoning circle glowed brighter and brighter as the words flowed from his mouth. The roaring prana raged like a whirlwind as the ritual entered its climax.

 The light emanating from the circle reached its apex and burst into a blinding light.