The Grail is Prepped

The golden-armored Servant, Gilgamesh, stands looking upon the black well that is the forming Grail. Next to him, stands Shinji Matou. Clambering for another chance at the Grail, Kotomine connected the unlikely pair.

"So, can you tell me exactly what it is we're looking at?" Shinji asks, annoyingly. "Shut your mouth, Mongrel." Gilgamesh retorts. "But if you must know, that is the Grail. You should consider yourself fortunate that I even allow you to see it before it has fully formed."

Shinji's jaw drops. "THAT is the Grail?" Shinji asks, astonished. "Yes. Now be silent unless you can provide me a vessel for it." Gilgamesh states. "No! The Grail will be mine! I will win it and use it to turn myself into a proper Magus!"

Gilgamesh's eyebrow perks up and he shifts a single eye towards Shinji. "Oh? So you're not going to fulfill your promise to Zouken? And what of your precious sister?" "Gilgamesh asks. "That old bag of skin can finally rot for all I care! I was supposed to be the Matou family heir, but he wasted everything on that bitch! She isn't even a Matou!"

Gilgamesh hrmphs, "Ha!", before getting a gleam in his eye. He approaches the Grail and takes the unformed vessel into his hand. "So, you want the Grail, do you?" Gilgamesh asks with a grin, not looking back at Shinji.

"Yes! Give it to me!" Shinji screeches. "Then.." Gilgamesh thrusts the unformed, blackened mud of the Grail into Shinji's chest. "You can HAVE IT!" Shinji doubles over as the Grail consumes his body. Gilgamesh cackles as the Grail begins to take its final form. He picks up Shinji and begins to haul his prize to the Temple...