This has nothing to do with my "Together in..." duo. This has a brand new OC and shows my...I mean our! Beloved Kurgan as the monster we know him to be ;p ( I still love him anyway)
J'adore mon Kurgan! *sigh!* I hope I did my research, but I'll have you judge that! Enjoy. . .
A castle on fire. Large pillars of black acrid smoke billowed out of the towers and widows of the once magnificent castle. Outside on the trail leading to the place fights between barbarians and the castle's defenders raged everywhere in sight. Leading up to the trail to the walls themselves! Fights, blood and gore led all the way up to the grand courtyard. At the head of the battle, leading a battering ram against the front doors from a giant of a man with long black hair, fair skin and wore the armor of the terrifying Black Knight.
A demon had descended upon them for their daughter. Young Nadia Belmont, a beauty in a striking light. She was coveted by many men in France for her naturally tanner skin, her deep, luscious chestnut brown hair. Her bright steel grey and blue eyes were beautiful all their own. While normally they were happy and glittering brightly this night they were filled with nothing but fear.
The sounds of the fighting outside could be heard as on the inside people screamed and shouted and went this way and that. The inside was just as chaotic as the outside. It was mostly women who scrambled to get things together to flee. On the third floor in the third grand master's chambers the Belmont girl was dressed in a simple, long sleeved gown of white. Around her shoulders was a blue cape with dark red fur of foxes. She quickly slipped walking shoes on when she yelped in surprise at a loud banging noise coming from the directions of the front doors.
She heard more men rush forward to help fortify the barricaded door. Her father was at the forefront of those protecting her. In the moment she saw the men putting their lives down for her she hated herself; so much blood spilled to protect only her. She had ventured out to the railing that overlooked the foyer of her parent's castle and saw the groups of men pushing themselves against the door, the entrance itself heaved each time the battering ram barreled into it. She scurried back into her room as more people ran past her in a hurry.
There was another heave and she could even hear the laugh of the Dark Knight outside the front. The young girl screamed and ran out of her room to her mother on the other side. The girl herself scarcely seventeen. She was the only child of Georgina and Eric Belmot, Marquis and Marchironess Belmont of France. Their castle lay in a green valley in Franche Comte, over-looking a strong flowing river. The sound of the fighting from the front gates reached their ears.
He had come for her, her eyes clouded with tears because she knew. He had come back as he said he would. . .
Nadia had grown up hearing horror stories about the Black Knight. His armor made from the bones of a monster, his helmet showed the head of some monstrous cat-like creature. He was a man, or demon, to be feared. But for her entire life the Count from Saxonia kept away from the courts of France and her father. She had never laid eyes on the Count and didn't wish too.
Besides the stories she lived comfortably as the daughter of a well liked Marquis. A privileged and respectable life she didn't know hardships, only easy life. At seventeen she was well into her years of being of marrying age and some suitors had come to call on her. Her parents followed the newer ideas that had started to appear in social life and even followed the new idea of not forcing her to marry who she didn't want to. If the suitor wasn't one she wanted to marry they moved on to the next man.
She was youthful and loved life, loved to laugh and be amongst people she could talk with and smile. People loved to converse with her at her parent's parties and she was missed when absent.
Her life began to turn for the worst during her seventeenth year, at the time of the fall celebration ball. Per usual the festivities were going splendidly. The people were warm and well fed, mingling with the other guests, Nadia herself was being asked to dance every set. Near midnight the dance was still going strong, but it was soon to be interrupted.
An unannounced Count made his entrance. Rather grandly he swept into the ballroom with dressed up whores on either arm, he on the other hand was dressed in black clothing. His trousers were black, his boots were black, he was the Black Knight. At least his doublet was a thing of modern fashion. It too was black, the sleeves were black and blood red, the fabric that wrapped his forearms was blood red. On one shoulder the skin of a dead grey fox hung limply and gave him a rugged appearance in comparison to the more civilized dressed people of the court. His long hair was tied back, at least that too was somewhat modern.
He entered and was announced by a man scared witless from the very presence of the man. He strode in with the whores on his arms as if he had been invited. Nadia was closest to the door and she looked at her father uncomfortably when he came in.
It was instant, like being struck by lightning. Or so she imagined that's how it felt. At the precise moment Nadia saw him a sick feeling entered her stomach. She felt ill and turned her head to the side to cough and not draw attention. When she dared to look back at the uninvited guest she saw him staring right back at her with a grin that implied he knew why she was sick. His gaze thoroughly sickened her and for help she looked at her father. He saw her discomfort and beckoned her to him as he did his wife. With both his loves beside him he addressed the new comer.
The Knight, meanwhile, had felt a dart hit him square in the chest. "I know that feeling. . ." he thought to himself. His gaze locked on the young girl not too far from him. She was the Marquis's daughter, Nadia Belmont. He grinned and a plan began to form in his thick skull.
"Welcome to my court, Count Von Krohn," he said graciously and with a winning smile. His grey eyes watched the man's every move and he strode further into the room. "And what may I ask brings you to join us this evening?"
The stranger looked not at his host, but at the girl next to him. Yes, she was special and they had no idea. He looked to the master of the castle. "I merely wish to partake in your dance," he said. His voice was deep and resembled rocks being tossed together in a sack. A low rumbling that gave his voice a distorted edge and made him even more intimidating.
Nadia shrugged her shoulders, her dressed felt too tight and constricting. She looked to her mother with pleading eyes but the woman shook her head discreetly.
Marquis Belmont spoke again, "Well then welcome. Join us Count and drink with us."
The count was inclined to do so. He laughed boisterously and swept forward without another word. He made himself comfortable on at the head of the table, his boots made their stay on top of the table, soiling the white table cloth. The ball started up again and the guests decided to enjoy themselves despite the interruptions that the new comer was constantly partaking in. He laughed too loud, his woman kissed him openly at the table and without proper etiquette.
Nadia turned to her father when the music sounded again. "Father why do you let him stay?" She asked, her question one of pure curiosity. "He's so barbaric." She looked at the man in question.
He laid a hand on her shoulder and guided her to a dance, "Because my dove, as long as we accommodate him as if he was invited he will behave and leave afterwards. I've heard that while he is vile and unwelcome at most events as long as people do not fight him he will respect them to some extent."
They both glanced over and saw that he hadn't moved from his spot and didn't appear to be thinking about it either. Nadia was at least grateful that he wasn't causing any more trouble than being overly loud.
She felt sick again, "After this dance may I go and rest then? I suddenly feel overwhelmingly sick." She laid her head on his chest.
He smiled and nodded, "Of course sweet Nadia."
They swept through the set and he helped escort her to her room where a waiting woman helped her get to bed. The night went on without incident. The Count didn't move from his spot the entire ball. By the time sun was rising the people began leaving, he waltzed out last.
As he passed his gracious host the man stopped and towered above him, his hulking figure didn't intimidate the Marquis. "Thank you for a splendid evening Marquis Belmont." He said loudly, the other guests walking by raised their eyebrows at his rudeness. The woman on his arms pulled at him and begged to bed him. He chuckled darkly and kissed one before turning back to Belmont. "I will return tomorrow to discuss an arrangement I have come across." He grinned wolfishly.
The marquis looked at him quizzically. "Then I shall be eagerly awaiting your visit Count Von Krohn.
"Yes you shall," he rumbled. He departed with an echoing laugh.
Belmont watched him until he sent his whores to the carriage and jumped up onto his grey and black stallion. He galloped away with his carriage following closely behind. The marquis didn't want to know what fate awaited those whores. When they were all gone he went back inside grateful to finally be able to sleep. From above Nadia watched the man depart. She had stayed awake despite her best efforts to sleep. She couldn't rest with that vile man below in her father's halls. The strange thing was that as soon as he was gone the sickness went away. . .
