[center][h1][color=ffd700]Acute Vennschneizen[/color][/h1]

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[u][b][h3]Porta Portesse, Roma RM[/h3][/b][/u][/center]

[i]Tick tock...

Tick tock...[/i]

The sound of a German wall-clock resonated around a particular room of a big house just atop a hill overlooking the city below. At the very heart of Rome itself or perhaps a little ways near it. A little girl. A knife out. Signs of a current struggle. She moved her finger to her lips and silenced the tied-up prisoner-

-An Italian local, begging to be freed. The fear in his eyes and he wasn't the sort of poor commoner you'd see in the streets no... this was a rich person, perhaps that old geezer she had met earlier that tried to grope her on the way home. Well. Now he'd see the error of his mistakes...

...and he wouldn't live the next day to reflect on it.

The edge of the knife had placed itself on the man's neck, ever so slowly the doll-like child sang to herself, no emotion to express how she felt when she slit his throat wide open. The blood marking the circle she had drawn up for this particular ritual. Yes, she is a Master in this War. Yes, she is to summon a Servant to win this War. 

With her hand held out, the Command Seal in full view on the back of her hand, she chants. Using the local as a catalyst- no... the richer local as a catalyst. A pure Roman, she had hoped to summon a hero from Rome or perhaps the heroes who destroyed it. Either way, the blood is to judge which Servant is fit for this ritual, which Servant is fit for the now-used catalyst. So long as she had the advantage, she can win.

She has to.

After all her preparations, she held a hand out. Fully focused on the summoning ritual.

She inhales... 

...exhales...

...eyes open.

[center][color=ffd700][i][b]Let silver and steel be the essence.

Let stone and the archduke of contracts be the foundation 

Let rise a wall against the wind that shall fall

Let the four cardinal gates close.

Let the three-forked road from the crown reaching unto the Kingdom rotate.[/b][/i][/color]

The circle glows, a blood red color not unlike the blood spilled not too long ago.

[color=ffd700][i][b]I hereby declare.

Your body shall serve under me.

My fate shall be your sword.

Submit to the beckoning of the Holy Grail 

If you will submit to this will and this reason…Then answer![/b][/i][/color]

Her Command Spell begins to brighten as well, a light pulsating from the very hand she raised forward.

[color=ffd700][i][b]
An oath shall be sworn here!

I shall attain all virtues of all of Heaven. 

I shall have dominion over all evils of all of Hell![/b][/i][/color]

Mana surrounds the room, swirling around Acute, the circle, and the body on the ground.

[color=ffd700][i][b]From the Seventh Heaven, attended to by three greet words of power,

Come forth from the ring of restraints,

Protector of the Holy Balance![/b][/i][/color]

The entire room flashes, a bright light enveloping the interior space she was just in.

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[@Black Keys]