Chapter 1- Death

Mathias returned to quite a small castle. He took a deep breath, he had just came back from a frustrating meeting with the Church.
Father did not agree that the soldiers that they had were being assassinated by monsters during the night. Monsters that came from the wicked Castlevania; Walter's horde of devils. However, Father had ignored his advice to attack the castle with full force, that was the best option. Mathias knew that Walter's hordes would become too much for them to deal with. Strangely, no one had ever seen the Vampire. All they have heard was his laugh, which echoed throughout the castle and the surrounding thick misty forest. Just thinking about that sent a shiver down his spine.

He pulled off his large overcoat and placed it on the dedicated hook. He was just about to take his shoes off when a thought brushed passed his mind. Knowing that something was wrong, he rushed upstairs to see his beloved. The stairs that his feet collided with were made of mahogany, they gave off a white sheen with their newly waxed surface. The banister was also made of mahogany, the balusters spiralled up and were evenly spaced. He dashed up the stairs with caution, trying not to force the beautiful landscape paintings to fall from the wall. With haste, he ran down the long corridor, his leather boots broke the silence as he went and he opened the door at the end, ignoring all the other seventeen rooms that he passed. Quickly he opened the door, causing a strong breeze to be created from it.
"Cornelius...?"
Cornelius Fernandez was Mathias' Sorcerer. He wore a dark purple long rob that covered what he was wearing on his feet. The cuffs, bottom rim and neck parts all had a piece of fabric that was a different colour to the rest of the robe; the cuffs and the bottom rim were a gold colour, the neck part was almost a magenta colour. It had a hood, which he had down at the moment. He wore an amulet, which had a gorgeous crimson ruby in the centre, encased in a golden outer shell and a silver chain. His skin tone was quite lighter than most humans, but not Vampire tone. Long dark brown hair draped over his eyes and shoulders, but the hair was clearly darkening due to his ties to the darkness. His eyes were also a purple, magenta colour. Eventually, they might turn black. Mathias knew that, in his youth, Cornelius has beautiful long blond locks and piecing sea blue eyes. However, that was before he started to learn Black Magic.

The Sorcerer moved up from his chair and Mathias saw her. Elizabetha lying motionless under her fluffy white sheets. Her breathing was shallow, which worried Mathias to no end. She had become ill with something that Mathias didn't understand. Cornelius described is as a bacterial infection, he said that one of her organs had become infected, probably her bladder. But that wasn't all, he claimed that she had a parasite in her gut along with blood poisoning. He got all of that from gently waving his hand over her body. Mathias did not understand because humans did not possess the knowledge about medicine that the Supernatural did. They have millions of text, thousands of books on how to magically treat any disease that a human, demon, Vampire, werewolf and even animal could get. Knowledge that humans could only dream of having, if only the 'good' Supernatural creatures could share their knowledge. Sadly they are in fear of being burnt at the stake because of it.
"How is she doing?"
"Not great..." he spoke in a posh British voice, "If she can last about thirty-six hours, that will give my Elixir enough time to cure her."
"Why can you not give it to her now?"
"Sadly it needs time to stew."
"It is going to take that long to stew?"
"Yes, blame the imp toenail and Chimera tongue. They take forever to become edible."
Mathias tried not to throw up at the sound of the ingredients that his friend was going to be giving to his wife soon.
Gently, she opened her eyes, "Mathias?" She said extremely weakly.
"Yes my sweet."
He bent down to hold her hand and stroke her boiling face.
"If I die..."
"That is not going to happen, we have Cornelius. He is a great...doctor."
The Sorcerer gave a slight smile, Mathias was still not true to her. He had been brought into the secret world because a powerful Demon killed his parents when he was only a young boy.
He was left alone in the castle and he ventured every night because it calmed him from his sorrows. When he was ten an Alpha Warg attacked him and Cornelius was hunting the Warg for its fangs so he could place them into a potion. The creature had slashed the boy and the Sorcerer healed him. The two of them became good friends, which sort of saved Cornelius from going insane from knowing so much Black Magic, a friend to keep him away from the darkness.

Elizabetha acted as both of their lights, she was pure and innocent. Probably the reason why Mathias never introduced her to the world of magic. Plus she might fear his hidden Alchemy skills.
"Cornelius?" Elizabetha said.
Her voice brought him out from his thoughts, "Yes my lady?"
"You looked as if you were daydreaming, so I thought I would snap you out-" a violent cough struck her.
"Elizabetha!" Mathias stressed.
The cough didn't stop.
Cornelius turned around, waved his hands and a cup of water appeared in his hands, he gave it to her. Sipping the water, the cough went away.
"You need your rest my lady." He said as he left the room to check on the Elixir.

32 hours and thirty minutes later...

Mathias had fallen asleep beside Elizabetha's bed. It was sweet to see the both of them lying there peacefully. Cornelius had given the Elixir to her half an hour ago. He just had to give it time to work.

...

Her breathing had stopped...

Cornelius' eyes widened, he rushed from his leaning position against the door to her side, shoving his master and friend out of the way. Immediately, Mathias awoke upon impact with the floor. He rubbed his head as he saw Cornelius just before he clapped his hands to create an electrical charge and snapped them on his wife. Mathias got up and looked over the Sorcerer's shoulder.
Desperately, he tried to get Elizabetha back, but even with all of his magic, she was gone.
"...She only needed ten minutes... the Elixir would have worked..."
Tears came to Mathias, waterfalls fell from his eyes. He tried to hold them back, but it was inevitable.
"You like what we did Mathias!?" A voice.
It came from the entrance hall, the two of them left Elizabetha and ventured downstairs. Mathias could not believe his eyes.

An Angel stood before him. His hair was shoulder length, a beautiful light platinum blond, he swished it as he smiled. His eyes were a bright icy blue, Mathias couldn't help get lost in them. His complexion was light, similar to Cornelius. His face was quite angular but it didn't make it look more stunning to see. His wings were large, twice the size of his body, which he stood at about 5'9." Each feather was perfectly groomed, they were all inline like a perfectionist styled them so he looked his best. Even the natural golden Angelic Dust that is secreted from their pours, looked too perfect. This gave the feathers a slight golden tint to them as they shone in the early morning light. He wore a large white cloth that was hung over his left shoulder and it reached down to his knees, covering his torso and part of it went around his waist. A shining golden glowing glass looking halo levitated just above his head.

As he walked forwards, there was no sound from his bare feet, since he walked on his forefoot, but it looked more like his tiptoes.
Mathias was shocked, "W-what are you doing here? Who are you?"
"I am the Angel Samiel, your wife. I am truly sorry, she is in a better place."
Mathias approached the Angel, "You are here to take her away... No, BRING HER BACK!"
Samiel was surprised at the sudden outburst, "I apologise, however her death was necessary."
"For what!?" His rage boiled.
The Angel smiled, "Sadly, I am unsure of the truth. Even if I did know, I would be unable to tell you, the Archangel Of Secrets; Raziel would not be happy."
"Bring her back." He muttered.
"I am sorry Mathias."
Cornelius placed his hand on his friend's shoulder.
"He has a plan for your beloved."
"... ... A plan?"
"Yes, the Lord has a plan for everyone upon their birth. Destiny. No one can really change it. Humans have an inner clock let us say when their time is up they pass on. Ready to begin their life again."
"...You are not making any sense!" The tears came down quicker.
"You may see her in another one of her lives." He hinted.
"The heck is that supposed to mean... She will come back? Tell me!"
Samiel stayed quiet.
"Stop with the hidden message and tell me! What do I need to do to see her again?"
"Death..."
With that, he vanished.

Mathias' legs collapsed, causing him to fall, Cornelius caught him on the way down. 'Death.' What could he have meant by that, his hand touched the stone that was in his pocket.
Suddenly, he jumped up and headed outside. On his way he grabbed a bunch of crazy ingredients and a small cauldron, filling it up with water before he left. With haste, he placed all the ingredients into the pot and then added the powdered toadstool.

Poof...

A large black smoke came from the pot as Cornelius entered the garden. There was a large roaring and groaning sound as a figure appeared. It was a skeleton wearing a large black hood, barring his bony hands with a massive scythe. Giant black Angel wings, which looked similar to crow's wings sprouted from the cloak.
"Who dare summons me from my work!?" It said.
"I do not think this was what the Angel was talking about," Cornelius said.
"An Angel came to you?" It sounded intrigued, "Which one?"
"One named Samiel, he claimed that God had a plan for my wife. She only needed ten minutes and my Sorcerer's Elixir would have finished healing her."
"Oh... Samiel... I do not think I have heard of him before... Must be his first time down from heaven."
Mathias looked a little confused.
"Ok I am a Reaper or an Angel of Death, I collect souls of the dead that live on this world and only this world, I then send them to the master Angel of Death; the Archangel Azrael. Tell me, what was the first thing he said to you?"
"'You like what we did with here.'" He repeated.
"Definitely an Angel of Death."
"Why does he not look like you?"
"Obviously, he is closer to Azrael than I am..."
"You mentioned other worlds."
"Let's not get into that, only Supernatural creatures can be aware of that, I should not have even mentioned it in the first place. Anyway, why have you summoned me?"
"I wish for Elizabetha back."
"... She has gone..."
Mathias looked away in despair.
"Though I know how you can see her in her next life."
"How?"
"You must become a powerful Vampire."
Cornelius had a bad feeling about all of this, it just felt like one big trick to him, "I would not go through with this Mathias."
However, he ignored his warning, "What do I have to do?"
"Destroy Walter. I will use his soul to make you powerful. However, you lack the strength to beat him. Future tells of a blond haired warrior, wielding a whip, defeating him."
"...Leon?"
"Have him do it for you. But how you get him to do it is up for you to decide. Once he is defeated summon me using that stone and we will define the will of God."
He vanished.
"Are you on board with this or not Cornelius?" He said sensing his friend's distrust of the idea.
"Becoming a Vampire... it is not a pleasant experience and you may be waiting centuries for Elizabetha's reincarnation."
"I am willing to wait..."
"Is Leon's life worth it?"
"I know he will survive... he is strong..."
"Okay then, I stand beside you."
"Good."