Dreaded Authors note & rant of doooooooooom. And Disclaimer too; I don't own Drakengard. It's characters. Or anything else, such as DrakengardII. So no suing please.
Alrighty then, lets get down to buisness, another Drakengard story by meh, but, instead of being romance, this is delving into something bigger than what I have normally written. As I'm trying to make something good without getting to the R side for any reason. Attempting for an RP, a Pokemon Fic and Drakengard. So wish me luck.
Anyways; This contains a bit of spoiler warning for the first ending of Drakengard, and while the speech isn't the exact same,the gist of the ending is there.
Raiting: As of now is PG-13 ... so um ... that'd be what under the new raiting?Teen?
Contains; Fan Fictional Violence/Gore, Fan Fictional Death, Fan Fictional Swearing. Hey, if I see a Cartoon rated PG-13 for a 'Cartoon Violence' and all it had was the characters assaulting some Mummies, I need to cover my arse here.
Prolouge;
Death; it's only the begining
Wings of red,
Golden horned,
Fire breathing,
Sarcastic, sardonic and blunt, to the point,
And unknowingly, or knowingly, that damn dragon had been my key to redemption.
I didn't know you cared, human. The red dragon wheezed out, gold eyes barely able to be deemed open as they were slits against bleeding skin. Great open slices and burned words of an ancient tounge marred and seared the great beasts flesh, soaking Caim's hands as he tried to soothe, ease, anything to help his pained Pact Partner.
You cry even, She breathed out inside his mind, and all Caim could do was shut his eyes, no, he wasn't crying, but the red beast had already seen that, and shifted, raising her head slowly up from the ground, the red dragon brushed the end of her muzzle across Caim's cheek, Least of all me, this time whispered across Caim's mind.
The dragon's gaze slowly shifted onto Verdelette, the one chanting and casting the spell to place the seal onto the dragon's body, before returning back to Caim's form. I will tell you my name Caim. No other knows it, least of all a human. And no other will know again.
It is Angelus, Caim.
Caim was given little time to react as Verdelette yelled out the final sequence of words, and the strip of paper blazed, burning to ash in seconds. And all along the great dragon's huge bulk, words burned alight, searing flesh as the hastily scrawled out words on the ground around himself and his pact partner shifted and surged forth, crawling up the dragon's body and sinking inther her flest, searing, burning, incinerating right down to her very soul.
Throwing her head back, Angelus roared out a scream as blood was thrown out, but not cause of the yell, the spell had also struck her internally and she was bleeding everywhere possible. The Dragon was in agony.
Caim screamed out wordlessly as he hugged the Dragon's neck tightly, echoing her pain and feeling helpless to do much else as his partner, his ally, his .. his friend lay there, dying, not to save humanity. Not to save earth, not to save anything, except for him. Angelus was doing this, to save ihim/i, and no one else.
Don't leave me, he wanted to say. His family was dead. His home lay in ruins. He was a lord, a king, a person of power dethroned basically, but he would give it all up gladly if Angelus could be saved.
But this was her decision, and all he could do was watch her slump lifelessly to the ground, and the spell pushing him back as it enveloped the dragon's body, obliterating flesh and drawing her soul out. He screamed in pain again as his soul was sheared away, not sperated kindly, just, torn away and shoved back into his body, while hers was drawn up further into the air.
Pulling in a breath, and feeling his vocal cords suddenly constrict, then let out a small crushed sob, he knew. He knew he could speak now and a scream of 'DRAGON!' escaped him as the glowing neon white, blue and lavender orb shuddered, then imploded above him.
Angelus was gone. True and really gone. She wasn't coming back.
Ever.
And as that cold, hard, cruel fact came crashing down upon Caim. As he fell to his knees screaming senselessly. As he ignored the fact he was being watched, Caim would be forced to face the fact, that even in death, the story continues ever unmercilessly onwards.
And sometimes, there were twists, curves and things that shouldn't happen.
Caim's world had been torn apart, fragilly put back together, shattered, and ripped to shreads, and just when he had thought, it would have been something again, the Dragon had been torn away.
So he was more focused on the now, as they all were.
And none heard the Watcher laughing at them.