Ah, what have we here... an existence, calling to me? Screaming to me? Begging for my aide? Well, I'm surprised you chose to summon me. There are... better candidates for this sorta thing, no? And as a Caster? Surely, a being of [i]my[/i] stature would fit one of the Knight classes, more, no?

... Oh, so the war is taking place [i]there[/i], then. I see. Perfect... but what has a mere child got to do with this mess, at all? Or... no, that's no child.

Heh...

[color=2e2c2c]... no, she's just like me.[/color][hr]
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[h2]Porta Portese, Rome[/h2][hr]
[@Seirei no Hai]
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As the winds died down and the light of the summoning circled dimmed, there was but a brief moment of calm. Suddenly, however, a bright, golden light, a gross incandescence brighter than the one produced by the ritual itself began pouring out from the circle, piercing through the smoke. When the dust finally settled, what beheld the doll-like girl was an existence greater than mankind. Standing before the homunculus named 'Acute' was a Heroic Spirit, called by the Holy Grail. 

Standing before Acute was not a mere man, but an [i]entire world.[/i] [b][color=2e2c2c]An empire.[/color][/b]

Indeed, it was as if his bronze body was sculpted by the gods themselves, using different portions of Earth in order to craft a the utopia that is this Heroic Spirit. His arms, his biceps and triceps, were like mighty mountains piercing the clouds of dust fluttering through the room. His abs and pectorals were like rolling hills, numerous, yet vast. His [color=red]crimson[/color] hair seemed to flow on its own without the volition of the wind, like the waves of a great ocean, tranquil and ferocious at the same time. Truly, gazing upon it is like gazing upon an entire country, its greatness stretching as far as the eye could see! It only made sense that a being with a naturally perfect body like this would wear as little clothes as he can. Who wouldn't want to show off such beauty?

Finally opening his eyes, those spheres of red searched the room, looking left, right, and finally down. As this country given the form of a man looked upon his diminutive summoner, a smile was drawn on his face.

[color=firebrick]"Behold, child of the earth, sculpted by man..."[/color] The Heroic Spirit's deep voice was booming, befitting a being of his stature. Spreading his arms out wide, he continued to introduce himself, his smile growing wider as he began to well with pride. [color=firebrick]"You have brought forth the greatest Divine Spirit! A [b]god[/b] among men! With these very hands, I have molded what is now the very world that you live in, today! With these very eyes, I have seen a glorious future for you, and for I! My bountiful body spreads wide, and yet, my legacy spreads even wider! Who stands before you is none other than I... Heroic Spirit [b]'Caster.'[/b]"[/color]

And so, Caster, unfitting of his class container, began to strike a pose with his wonderful body. Laughing as he flexed, his bulging arms appeared like great landmasses, threatening to explode out of his metallic skin. If his short speech from earlier wasn't enough to prove it, then it was this very display that would make it very apparent; Caster was a proud man, his ego possibly rivaling the greatest of egomaniacs. Having a pride as great as Caster's may seem like something potentially dangerous, something to take account for... yet, at the same time, just from gazing at his body alone, it seemed as if all his pride was [i]completely[/i] justified.

Perhaps it isn't too far from the truth that this man [i]truly[/i] was a god, or something of that sort?

[color=firebrick]"Aha, what is this, then? I see... You have truly prepared for my audience, then!"[/color]

Caster had abruptly stopped performance and began walking towards the fresh corpse used as a 'catalyst.' With each footfall, the room shook slightly, dust around his feet rising to the air as the ground softly rumbled, until finally, he lowered himself down to the body. With a thumb, he lowered the corpse's eyelids, smiling and leaning into its ear, as if it were still alive.

[color=firebrick]"Don't worry, my child. As a god, will not waste this offering."[/color]

With a vicious thrust, Caster lunged his hand into the man's chest, ripping out his heart with one swift motion, staining his own body with this cadaver's blood. Gazing at the heart with oh so hungry eyes, Caster sunk his teeth into it, a [i]very[/i] satisfied smile on his face as he started to chew on the first big chunk he bit out of it. Soon, he started to consume the heart at an even faster, likened to a wolf, feral and wild due to hunger. After a terribly long minute, his bestial tirade had finally come to a close as Caster sat there, blood still dripping out of his mouth as he made an exhausted smile. 

[h3][color=firebrick]"Wry...[/color][/h3]

[color=firebrick]"Thank you, child of earth, for such a delicious offering. The fruits born from the tree of Rome always taste the sweetest, and I will make sure that you learn that, as well."[/color] Caster looked back to his Master with those crimson orbs, giving her a more genuine smile. Slowly approaching her, whether her reaction was of shock, disgust, or fear, he cradled her face with both of his bloody hands, drawing a line down her forehead with his bloody index finger, as if granting her some sort of profane baptism.

[b][color=firebrick]"Relish in this moment, my child, for you, too, are a god, now..."[/color][/b]