Hello, everyone. A few years ago, I uploaded this story in a previous account (which I don't use anymore) but never got to finish. I was just so busy with many things and in my spare time, sometimes got distracted by other stuff. It was dreadful anyway. But now Ive taken the time to start over with this fanfiction. And thanks to future RE games and learning of secret canon information of HG that was never revealed, I was able to turn things around in this story that makes me feel a little better about it. Im still bad at writing but I hope I've made improvements compared to the way it was before. Some changes also relate to discussions between me and my friend evilinsanity.

This story is set after Resident Evil 4 and after the first half of Haunting Ground's Ending D. So this story will contain spoilers from both games. (And just so you know, Fiona never abused Hewie here. That's the player's requirement to unlock the ending, remember?) So if you have not played/completed either game, prepare for the spoilers if you choose to read anyay. This story also contains swearing, violence and sexually suggestive contents!

Resident Evil, Haunting Ground and their characters belong to Capcom. This fanfiction and other characters are my own.

Enjoy!


HAUNTING EVIL
Prologue

"THAT, my dear, is what you will become in the future."

"...You WILL be mine..."

"...I've decided you shall give birth to me."

"Don't worry, I do not intend to kill you... if you would just lend me your womb."

"I shall be born again. This time, with YOUR Azoth."

It was over. It was all over.

The last shred of hope was as futile as trying to grasp water with one's own hands. Every time those words would repeat in her head, her heart would continue to sink, her soul would fade away, her mind would fall apart. She was going crazy. Those exact words from him would haunt her forever. She wasn't sure how long it had been since this nightmare began... but there was no point in going on. He had blocked every path she could take.

Her companion, her dear friend, could still out there. She feared he had lost to that bullet. The dreadful thought sent more tears to her eyes, staining her face and tangled in her lashes.

She didn't know what to do anymore.

It was too much to take.

She wanted to shut everything out, even her very own existence... To let the man who stole her life do as he will with the empty shell she was becoming, just to end it all...

To end the pain that ached her body tremendously...

Bruises blemished her pale skin. Blood trickled down her face, down her arm, down her thighs... soaking the bed sheets and her torn dress. She was curled in a ball in an attempt to hide the state she was in from her vision. She felt so numb but could not stop shaking and felt her sore throat lump but refused to let it escape past her lips.

She was completely convinced that she truly was doomed to live a life of eternal hell...

...in the castle he called her home...


Not a nice start, eh?