History always repeats itself... right? [private]

"Almost done."
The room was dimly lit, at best. It was night over London, and the chamber was only illuminated by some candles burning with a strange, violet flame. A strange smell was in the air - like holy water boiling over a fire made from human bones and meat. Surely not a nice smell, but it could've been a lot worse. In that light, one single living being stood - in the middle of a circle out of glistening red. And judging from the curved knife in one hand, and the bandages around the other, this circle was not simply red dye - it was blood. Her own blood. A requirement for a good summong circle was essence of magic, and blood held a large amount of prana of a Magi. Still, using that much of her own blood had not been easy - this was at least one liter she had just lost to make this. In the middle, right infront of her, something was laid down in the center circle - something made out of wood. A simple broom, it seemed - but this thing was more demonic than the woman infront of it, it seemed.
Slowly, the Necromancer turned around and walked two steps - before hearing a sound right behind her. A scratching sound, and then a hopping. Morgana Le Fay would've killed herself out of shame if anyone else saw this spectacle going on in her working room where the walls were pretty much made out of bookshelves with tons of grimmoires. With more speed than one would think she possessed, Morgana turned around. That goddamn broom! That was the THIRD TIME! Said wodden contraption was now on it's merry way to not only ruin her summoning circle again, but also hop right out of the front door!
"What are you waiting for, you empty skull?! SEIZE IT!" Her voice trembling with anger and hatred, a sudden white hand shot out of the darkness. In the doorway, something with empty eye-sockets and terribly white figure stood. Something that should never be able to stand, let alone, live. It was nothing short of an animated skeleton, brought into life by the magician standing in her own blood. The white hand of this familiar now grabbed the broom, and it instantly stopped wiggling. Taking the artifact of sorts again, she this time more so slammed it onto the ground, before resuming her position. And this time, the wooden contraption did not resist, as the faint light of the violet candles continued to emit their strange smell. The skeletal servant in the doorway fell to the ground, like discarded bones, as Morgana lifted the spell holding them in place. As the ritual was initiated, this time, the broom would not escape! Why did this... thing try to resist to begin with? And how would the owner react once he was called back into this time? She would never admit it, but even in her frosted shell and interior, Morgana was anticipating this moment.


As she was speaking the chant, Morganas voice slowly changed from her usual, cold tone, to a growing, defined and strong chant of power. Her own Prana and Magic Circuits crackled, intertwined with the True Magic of the Holy Grail. The Heaven's Feel was touching her mind with it's glorious power, a power that would belong to her and her alone! The glowing was the sign. The sign of power that was flowing through her veins. The blood of the unnatural that kept her mind detached from the world, and her body would be the undying Master of the Holy Grail...


The last word, a yell. The first yell she had given in a long time, if not even in years. This would be her day. She did not even think to avert her eyes from the light of the summoning. He would appear now, the strongest Magician... Merlin, the only one strong enough to be her Servant.

Ah, this light - it was working! Without averting her eyes once, Morgana watched as the true magic took form right in front of her. The Heaven's Feel was giving her a taste of what would be hers after she won this war - it was not a question of if, only of when - the witch was certain. Unlimited power, right in her-
Wait a moment. Her eyes narrowed, as the light began to subside and draw the clear figure of the summoned spirit. This... This was impossible! Everything had been perfect, the artifact was of true origin - so why did this happen? How could her Caster, the ultimate ancient Magician, the legendary half-Incubus...
Have the form, endowments, hair, and all in all, body of a woman? It took even the composed and ice-cold Morgana a moment to regain her composure. She had to stay calm, and collected. Find out what went wrong - IF something went wrong. The sudden headache she felt did not help things either.

"Indeed, I am your Master. Although judging from your legend, I expected something... else." Her eyes, still narrowed down, stared at the Caster infront of her. Maleficent? A good alias. As good as any other. "You are the legendary 'strongest Magician', I hope? I am Mordred Le Fay, agent of the Clock Tower. And your only key to the Holy Grail, should you desire it, Maleficent."
Crossing her arms underneath her chest, the flickering light of the candles was again the only thing illuminating the night, making both witches in this room seem otherworldy and mysterious. In her arrogance, Morgana failed to realize who had once shared her name...

This... did not go as planned, not at all. The sudden buildup of prana took Morgana by surprise - and the stinging in her head just got worse. The fact that a command seal was in the process of burning itself into her left hand didn't help lessen any of these effects either - as the one who had forced this Servant into reality, she was automatically registered by the grail as an official Servant. Three ultimate commands, and a contract that could even outlast that, should a Servant wish for it...
Taking one - or two - steps backwards, a single drop of cold sweat went down her back. Merlin was a magnificent Magician - even freshly summoned, she would be able to turn Morgana into nothing but a corpse instantly if she wished for it. What should she do? Use a command seal right away? No, they were too rare and valuable. Replenishing lost command spells was nearly impossible. A top Magus like her would have to take risks at times, after all.

"Wait, Merlin. Still your anger. I am not who you think I am." Morgana's voice was really not helping the cause, considering that it was cold and cutting deep, just like the original one's voice that had been able to seduce Arthur according to some legends. The mother of the betrayer... "You should know. The one you think of had the blood of the Fay, but was no immortal. She has long since died - if before or after you, I do not know. I only know that I am not her." At least having such an emotionless tone most of the time helped her to keep calmness in it. The last thing she needed was a voice showing fear and shaking like a tree in a storm!
"My name, as well as my family, carries the myth. That is all the connection I - or anyone else in the past - has to the legendary witch. I am merely a human Magus... Even if I am one of the strongest." Still defiant of possibly being turned into fine paste, Morgana met the hateful eyes of Merlin without hesitation. No fear was shown in them at all.
"Please, lower your guard, Caster."

Morgana's breathing slowed down a little. The sudden heat of the prana that Merlin was readying caused the room to quickly heat itself up - the candles around them melting was not the only result. The Magus of the Fay bloodline felt sweat running down her forehead and back, not a pleasant feeling at all, especially for one such as herself, who was disgusted by physical work and used her own familliars for anything even remotely related to them. The difference in power between her, a top agent of the Magic Association, and a Caster-type Servant, was gigantic.
Thus, the magus couldn't help but let out a small relieved sigh when she wasn't turned into a pile of blood and bones, or a pile of ash, right away. In fact, the situation turned around greatly in her favor now - a Servant so accepting of the contract was a blessing in itself! But nothing less was to be expected from a genius magician like herself. Morgana Le Fay, queen of the new world of magic... Yes, that was going to be quite the nice title in the future. And as that thought crossed through her mind, the flickering shadow behind her began smiling - Morgana's own shadow, that is. A smile made out of crimson red, and as wide as the real Morgana's face. Something completely unworldly, something... other. The apparation was gone as quick as it had appeared, and without the Magus herself even noticing it.
Slightly lowering her head, Morgana spoke with respect, but also coldness in her voice. "I am glad we see things the same way then, Maleficent. Evil is hardly a tool one is able to use to reach a set goal, after all. I would not delve into those regions of Magecraft lightly."
This room seemed a lot spookier now, with the candles mostly died down, the sweet, sickening smell of corpses in the air also didn't vanish. Thankfully, nobody from the Magic Association really knew what kind of Magecraft was practiced here - after all, Necromantic practices like these where discouraged, if not outright banned. Then again, nobody really WANTED to find out, knowing full and well that this Magus of the Fay bloodline was cold and ruthless, even if she was not homocidal. Usually, that is.

But for once, even though she still had the cold voice of her usual way, she at least returned the smile given to her by Merlin - but Morgana's own smile seemed distant, like something she was definitely not used to actually using. However, she'd rather smile like a fool than upset a witch that had been known to be prone to causing mischief in the old times - she had no intention of walking around with a penis for months because Merlin didn't like her face.
"Now then, please follow after me. Our departure to Japan is booked, but thanks to some imbecile on the other end of the line, we won't be able to leave until the day after tomorrow. You were a great magician of your time, and one that is still regarded highly - I'd love to hear your opinion on some of the theories I'm working on." Morgana made a gesture that suggested following her outside of the bad smelling ritual chamber, and outside into a hallway - a hallway that had doors to a library, this very chamber, and the 'living quarters', which doubled as a kitchen. Obviously, Morgana inteded to head to the library - now it was up to Merlin to decide to either go along, or not.