AN: Hello everyone and welcome to a new story of mine that is a Hellsing crossover Vampire Hunter D FanFic. It is originally a work I made for a contest and was fun participating in it. The rule was to write one story, first from your Protagonist's point of view; then, write the second chapter inside the same story content, in your Antagonist's POV. Veryyyyyy challenging but fun to write ^^. I decided to share it now that the results have been sent and hope you enjoy it. This is chapter is from my Heroine's POV (My OC, Roxana a.k.a The Dark Queen).
The sight of a magnificent kingdom built upon glorious and majestic luxuries, atop a hill sieged by the finest greenery and strong bulky trees is truly an enchanting sight to behold. However, if such magnificent edifice were constructed in a deserted place in isolation, beneath the feet of the heavens and in the lowest part of the earth—a place where no one knows about its very existence except the creatures of myths—then it can be acknowledged as an unparalleled view.
The Kingdom of Tartarus!
A region whose name was only heard in stories and ancient tales; a name long lost forgotten during the civilization of mankind, and diminished throughout history. Only the gods of Olympus still knew of this place's existence, and amidst them all, the prime ruler of this forsaken kingdom knew of it authentically;
Hades! The god of the underworld whose name sow terror in the hearts of mankind, regardless of being man or woman, young or old.
Quite frankly, I always esteemed him and held high regards for this isolated man. Hades was never loved or favored by mortals, yet I grew admiring him with the matter of time. Not because I had turned into a creature of darkness like him today, or because I stood in his shoes and rule this domain now which once belonged to his powerful hands, or not even because I sympathize with him for the pain and agony he lived through all eternity when handling the affairs of the dead.
The reason remained always a simple yet tragic truth; if even one person, regardless being a mere mortal or an Olympian deity, dared to be his friend—or the very least—regarded him as a man imprisoned amidst an endless storm of tortured souls that cry to the heavens with longing, then surely the world would have already discovered his true objectives by now. Even his beautiful wife, the queen of the Underworld and goddess of fertility Persephone denied him the life he so anxiously yearned for.
If only she tried to become closer to his heart rather than looking disdainfully at him for the crime he committed that was called love, then…
Nevertheless, how I realized the truth and what I discovered, I need to be gracious toward the man who, although never managed to remain forever in the same prestige as Hades, but proved me that he could resemble this deserted deity on more than just one level. To be honest, sometimes I doubted him surpassing the god of the Underworld in regards of eminence kingship, inhuman powers, atrocious ruthlessness, and even divine beauty.
He was once my childhood friend…Or better yet…
The very first friend I made when I set foot in the human world after I departed from all those callous years of torture, hardships, and contempt in that damn forsaken place called the Demonic Realm.
We grew up together, and while we never considered ourselves as 'childhood-sweethearts', but bound a strong friendship based on mutual trust which carried on for centuries. Until…
The world commenced changing.
More precisely, the humans began changing, both themselves and their environment, causing effects on anything around them, including us. As result, we both burnt in their consequences as well.
How?
Each turned into a creature of the night; one of those beings we used to hunt and strive for annihilation; but with this sacrosanct vow that our purpose shall remain protecting mankind against our own perfidious races.
We aided Man in every aspect of his civilization, evolution, and realization; participated in their wars whether against demons, hell-beings, or even their own foes, regardless of their endless cycles of war, bloodshed, hate, destruction, folly, and rancorous envy.
Neither got thanked by them nor left alone to bathe in our misery in peace.
On the contrary, we were even hunted by them—by all of them! The hunter and huntress became bounties for falconries of light and dark simultaneously.
Good old days, huh? Remember when we prevented the Ottomans from making that bestial rebellion? Or stopped the Major when he invaded Poland to start World War II with his Vampire Project? Or the time when those Nobles attacked the human race in the 90th century in hope to cause genocide?
The truth is, the adjustments of such alternatives were apparently more destructive than either of us could anticipate. Subversive enough that penetrated deep in the roots of our heart, eroding the tree of kindness and humanity. As result, our ideals started opposing one another, our bond wavered under the load of oppression, and our vow broke before either of us could save it.
Soon, the man who used to stand always beside me in battle, initiated his own war with me and the race he once ought to protect. My partner turned into my treacherous friend and eventually, became my beloved nemesis! The reason for the ironic title was the lack of a compatible opponent in our lives that we used to seek in fair battles as the warriors we once were. The scanty grown rivalry made us realize that only I could handle him with all his demoniac powers, whereas he solely found immense pleasure when fighting me.
Numerous times I triumphed prisoning him in a jail I designed in a small part in the underworld personally, but he knew how to slither his way out of the hole every time. Once in the late 53rd century, our war escalated to an uncontrollable level. To the point that we both triggered in our own respectable bestial forms to pursue our brutal fight, although It ended in a bloody draw.
And I never saw him again!
Centuries past like a blink of an eye till in the years 9000, I heard rumors of a Mad King called the Sacred Ancestor had risen and conducted innovating technologies beyond human reckoning. With the new science bestowed to the world, civilizations began developing more rapidly around the continents. Both Nobles and humans—either side who had more power and wealth to support the expenses—utilized it toward their benefits. But the new technology was soon rejected by wise men; the test-subjects turned out to be humans themselves which were experimented and turned into monstrous beasts feared by everyone: Fiends, Ghouls, Vampires, etc.
Aside from the fact that this 'Mad King' brought chaos, both biologically and economically, yet there were Nobles who devised to continue this inferior weapon toward their advantage. The human folly led the enemy to take charge of what their 'Sacred Ancestor' invented, and forced humans to submit to oppressed slavery.
In short, he opened the Pandora Box and released all Evil upon mankind and all other creatures to clean up the calamity he left behind. I frowned disdainfully. If it weren't for those bounty hunters and his sons' endeavors to undo their father's evil deeds, then the world was destroyed and the human race extinct by now.
A hot breeze blew past between my fiery colored hair from the volcano's side, bringing me back from my reverie. I watched the pouring lava gradually cover the planes of Tartarus and running down to the pool of magma beneath the castle walls. It was always dry and hot here.
Sometimes I miss the cooling chills of the winter in the human world. I sighed wistfully.
The sudden howl of the Griffin caught my attentions. The ancient winged creature flew past above the strong Curtain-Walls, past the magic barriers and toward the colossal gates of the Underworld. I spotted my blue-clad knight named Azure, escorting a few Golems which carried what appeared a huge silver cage upon their shoulders. The majestic winged being neighed to me courtly through the angry dark clouds.
"The Winter Knight has arrived with the prisoner in one peace Your Highness! Azure sent me to inform you that they will arrive at the castle shortly." I regarded him kindly.
"Thank you Ox." Saying my gratitude succinctly, I headed inside the demonic palace to prepare for the event.
Dressing up in my bed chamber, I set my long red hair in a high bun, letting some locks trail down the sides of my face and rest on my chest. A dark tiara settled atop the crown of my head. Choosing to look more kingly, I dressed in a loyal midnight gown with a tail which followed behind me a good three feet, designed with sparkling tensile and valuable gems. The dress covered me from chest to toe, and I completed my attire with a glittering dark shawl wrapped around my shoulders. I tainted my lips as red as cherries and dusted my cheeks with a rosy powder. At least, I managed to paint a little color on my pale complexion.
Dematerializing into a black mist, I languidly traveled through the murky corridors of the mansion. Blowing through the enchanting alley filled with Classical paintings and Medieval knights, I stole glances at the lifeless guards dressed in eroded armors while holding spears of silver by their sides. Passing a few massive Renaissance portraits, I sensed that I was neighing to the throne room. I sighed deeply, shifted back to my demonic form when I spotted Ziba standing patiently by the doors with a silver plate in hand that a golden scroll rested atop it.
"Your Highness!" He bowed courteously, letting his long silver hair cascade down his shoulders, gleaming like soft satin strings under the candle-light.
"Have you prepared the emblem as well?" I eyed the plate while awaiting his answer.
"Yes," He hesitated. "Although it was difficult to get past Cerberus. The Hound attacked anyone with the official emblem in hand, since it wasn't you tending to the beast itself." He gulped anxiously.
I quirked a thoughtful eyebrow at him and reached for the scroll, holding it gingerly in both hands. "I thought I advised you and your brother to do it together in order to avoid further conflicts?"
"Forgive me Your Highness!" He lowered his head in apology.
"You did well Ziba! You and your brother shall be rewarded handsomely for this." His pair of garnet orbs were fixed on the scroll in my hand.
Nodding again, the beautiful werewolf opened the large Gothic gates for me to enter. The moment I stepped inside the grand hall, I was welcomed by Azure's solid voice.
"Your Majesty!" His handsome face held a tired smile and the bags under his eyes indicated many sleepless nights.
"Welcome my Knight!" I greeted him kindly. As the Golems dragged the heavy cage along with them, I walked before the demoniac dark throne with a look that spoke volume. Those inferior fiends growled in exhaustion and were covered in a heavy layer of sweat. I could obviously sense their discomfort.
They smell of… fear! I guess, he didn't give them an easy time. I scoffed.
The handsome youth advanced me languidly and bowed his head before taking my hand and kissing my knuckles. "Pardon if your request took longer than promised."
"I am not complaining for you being late. I knew it won't be easy at all." I watched his jaws tighten. "My main concern remained with your safety however. For any moment I expected a letter from you asking me for backup."
"I appreciate your kindness, Your Majesty!" His lava blue eyes gleamed with appreciation. Turning his head toward the beasts, Azure ordered them. "Present the prisoner to Her Majesty!"
Those mindless Golems bowed before dropping the cage almost carelessly to the dark Garnet ground, earning a startled look from the few present members in the hall. The loud bang resonated throughout the almost vacant space, and I felt the sudden anxious glance my knight casted me, but I headed him no mind. I focused a piercing glare at those mongrels.
At least, the sudden shake should have been enough to wake him up if he had taken the liberty to nap along the way.
Almost realizing their reckless mistake, the greyish colored Golems bowed apologetically before disappearing out of the doors to escape my wrath. When their sloppy loud footsteps diminished, I raised a hand and gave it a small turn to close the massive double doors to the chamber and began the solemn ceremony. Eyeing the silver cage nonchalantly, I inquired Azure.
"Did you inform him of me asking for his coming?"
"Yes Your Majesty!"
"Did he oblige to come willingly?"
The Knight opened his mouth a few times but closed as if failed to find a proper answer.
"I will take that as a_"
"Y-yes, he did, Your Majesty!" His voice stuttered, causing my demonic eyes to regard him briefly.
"Did something bizarre happen?" I whispered to him bemused.
"…Almost." My Knight cleared his throat before speaking. "He… he was about to transform." White gloved hands clenched into tight fists.
By the way you are inclining it…
"Did you witness his true form?!" A small smile graced my lips.
Of course you did! Why else would you stand there shaking like a leaf?
Widened dark blue eyes turned to me flustered. "Y-y-your Highness?"
"Do not look more startled as you already are. Not many survive after seeing his true silhouette. Consider yourself fortunate for escaping his fatal jaws." I shook my head. "Anyways, let's welcome him to my domain with a proper welcome, shall we?"
"As you wish, Your Highness!" Azure took a few steps back with his hands clasped behind him, giving me plenty of space as if I had not.
Sighing, I felt the violent flaps of the butterflies inside the pits of my stomach increase, indicating the hidden excitement that was inciting me with each passing second. However, one thought of his crimes and all those delicate beings burnt in the voracious flames of my fury.
My keen eyes searched for the golden lock mounted on the cage, and popped it open with a small snap of my fingers, watching the small object hit the ground with an audible sound and rolling aside. It didn't take long when the jars fell to the murky surface as well, displaying a heavy amount of dark smoke inside it.
I narrowed my eyes. What the hell?
Onyx colored fog engulfed the figure of the man whom I spotted his shadow as much as my demonic eyes allowed me. As the wail of murky powder around my prisoner gradually diminished, a proud and tall individual stood before us while still concealed in the shadows. The only visible light was from the enchanting crystal chandelier illuminating in the chamber. My eyes narrowed slightly.
"Welcome to the Kingdome of Tartarus!" I clasped my hands before my abdomen in a Kingly fashion before continuing with a discernible voice. "I am sure you know why I sent you here?" It came in a query rather than a complete statement.
No answer.
"Answer Her Majesty's!" The ambitious youth beside me yelled at the shadows, but to no avail. Growling beneath his lips, I raised a hand to stop Azure from withdrawing his sword.
Giving him an assuring nod, I went back to the shadow. "Come forth into the light. Let me see your face… old friend!" The moment the words escaped me, the temperature of the place dropped to a frigid level. The guards began shivering, and the sound of their weapons hitting the ground and the clattering of their teeth reached my ears.
"Your Highness?!" The Winter Knight exclaimed acridly in discomfort.
Letting a gentle frown wrinkle my forehead, I snapped my fingers in time before frost began to lick up the walls and freeze the ground. The arctic whether disappeared in a blink of an eye and the kneeled guards looked between themselves in genuine bewilderment.
You dare to continue disrespecting me after all that you did? How foul have you become?!
"Everyone, leave!" My voice echoed in a solid coherent order. Startled eyes turned to me in protest, however, knowing the tone behind my order, no one dared to speak their objection and left silently. Everyone except for my hot headed Azure who stood his ground like the royal knight he was. "Feel free to leave the place if you found the situation escalating from worse to worst."
"…Yes, Your Majesty!" Now there were only three individuals in the room: him, Azure and me.
"I won't repeat myself again Count. Come into the light!" I forced a wee of my demonic tongue into my voice to add ferocity to my command. My vermillion eyes blazed with red hot fury.
Witnessing no further response, I was about to take matters in my own hands and cast Lumina to enlighten the whole area when abrupt sounds of hills clicking on the ground stopped me in my act.
From where the blanket of light was spread on the Onyx ground, polished boots came into view. The knee length footwear hugged a pair of leather pants quite neatly. The light made the fabric gleam elegantly. A silver combat belt graced his strong hips and atop his abdomen which was concealed by a murky ornamented cuirass, nestled a pair of clasped hands with long polished nails as pale as paraffin, and each finger was jeweled with an invaluable ruby or sapphire ring.
Dressed in a long handsome leather trench coat, a few armor accessories occupied his shoulders, forearms and knees. An elegant royal cloak trailed behind him in a pool of dark ink and a gleaming ruby pin rested on the center of his sleek gray scarf fastened around his neck. The pale light finally reached his complexion and made the flustered youth near me gasp in astonishment.
The face could be described as unearthly beautiful; red as crimson lips resided below an aristocratic nose. Sharp alluring eyes gleamed seductively, and those long dark lashes caused shadows on his high chisel cheekbones. His pale polished forehead appeared as smooth as virgin alabaster, and a massive amount of long locks cascaded down his head, his shoulders and even waist. The man before us was anything but a piece of art created by the most magnificent artist beyond human imagination. Even the aura which emitted from him spoke of great volume.
If it weren't for the silver handcuffs clasped around his hands, everyone would have mistaken him for being a King of his own. But to be honest, there was something else that bugged me the moment I laid eyes on him though; his eyes instead of being those bloody red orbs filled with madness and malice, they were the enchanting colors of the celestial sky, Topaz blue. He appeared like a gorgeous dark angel fallen from heaven rather than the iconic bloodthirsty beast he was recognized to others.
You have changed, old friend!
Casting a small glance through the corner of my eyes, I spotted Azure struggling to keep his pose neutral while his whole being reeked of intimidation.
"Go find Ziba and Kiba, Azure! I promised them to be rewarded for getting the scroll from the hound." Lava blue eyes widened at me.
He advanced me hastily. "But Your Majesty—"
"I gave you," I gave him a stern look. "An order, Azure."
Lowering his eyes while grimacing, the anxious youth nodded his head before taking his leave. Walking past me, I heard the double doors open and close with a loud crick, moaning like a weary ghost throughout the chamber. Finally finding myself utterly alone with the infamous Sacred Ancestor, I gave him a bitter look.
"Long time no seen, my beloved nemesis!"
The fearsome Vampire King did not answer for long, and a deadly silence surrounded us to the point of suffocation. The gentle clattering of crystals mounted on the enchanting chandelier was the only sound that composed music in the hall. The more dulling minutes passed the harder it got for me to keep my patients in check. His typical lack of demeanor was still inciting.
Closing my eyes to calm the stormy thoughts in my head, I opened my mouth to speak when a voice, as smooth and silk, cutting through the steel air like a sharp knife.
"It is certainly an honor to be in the presence of Her Royal Highness! You're a sight for sour eyes, my beloved Queen!" My eyes opened to the sight I had seen centuries ago.
The once angelic face of this perfidious Count was turned into a familiar malicious smirk which I was used to see during our seniors; that famous cocky smirk displaying his Noble fangs and set of pearly white teeth, was his trench mark; a smirk that despite all kinds of difficulties, forced a returned smile on my lips naturally.
"You look as lovely as always, my Queen." His husky tone brought me back from reverie, making me realize the presence of that natural smile on the corner of my lips.
Damn him and that stupid smirk of his!
"And you are as cheeky as always, my dear Count." The air filled with throaty chuckles.
The tall broad man advanced the stairs below my throne. "So the rumors about you crowned as the new King of the Underworld prove to be true. If I hadn't seen it with my very own eyes, I would have laughed at it forever." He feigned.
My eyes narrowed dangerously. "You are as insolent and buffoonish as ever I see."
"Thank you for your compliments, Your… Majesty!" He bowed his head mockingly, regarding me from under long lashes.
Scoffing at his impudent arrogance, I gathered magic in my right palm, watching the golden glitters around my hand form into the scroll I had prepared to denunciate him. For a second there I swear I saw anxiety ripple in his eyes.
"I am sure you are aware of the reason you were brought in the presence of this court?"
Lowering his head, the Vampire King denied replying for long. "… Yes." He replied succinctly.
"Good, then I needn't to go through the introduction as I feared." Opening the scroll, I cleared my throat before reading.
"In the name of the Holy Lord above—the Mighty Creator—I hereby announce the relentless sins committed through this man's perfidious, culpable act_"
"Not that all were true my dear!" He rudely stated in the middle of my speech.
"_and caused great damage to both the cycle of nature and existence as well_"
"Not anything personal, I assure you." He chuckled dryly.
"_Thus, declare I, the third chosen acolyte in the Demonic Realm… the former Dark Queen, now given the power as the new King of the Underworld_"
"How preposterous it is to have someone as inferior as you crowned as KING!"
"SILENCE!" I yelled at him in response. "You will do well as to listen to your forfeiture, Count! Be respectable to your Lord and prey for forgiveness in hope your sins may be repented." My eyes went to the text.
"I don't need for amends! If God truly cared for us, then he would have never abandoned us to transform into the creatures He so despises." His tone dripped with venom.
I lowered the scroll slightly. "We have been through this before. He let us become what we are in order to protect His creation."
I heard him scoff harshly. "He USED us and left us in misery to clean up His creation's endless mess."
"No," I shook my head. "Let me remind you that God never left us my friend. You were the one who left Him!" His lips were tightly drawn and some veins showed themselves from the lines of his tightly clenched jaw.
"LOOK AT WHAT WE HAVE BECOME!" His sudden outburst shook the crystals of the chandelier, making them clatter frightfully under his anger.
"You became what you are and stand in that spot through your OWN wrongdoings, Alucard. Don't try to play the victim or look for a scapegoat… It's a fruitless attempt. Admit it and you will find it easier to understand."
In response, Alucard snarled like the hell dog he could transform into. I glared at him before going back to the scripts.
"Through your outrageous crimes, you have taken the lives of more than thousands of people in your life, spilled seas of innocents' blood for your selfish desires, broke your sacred oath and drank wantonly from the fountain of evil."
I heard him pacing impatiently yet gracefully before me.
"Transformed villages and battlefields into a field of massacre, and made three formidable records in Europe's history; in the 15th century, in the 43th century, and in the 90th century respectively. All done out of personal grudge against humans."
"You know very well why I did them. Those vile pests burnt my beautiful Liza for no reason. They even deceived me of my son's death. They threatened Mina's life by invading my castle." A heated breath escaped his vermillion lips. "They DARED putting their dirty feet on MY grounds."
I bit back a slap which was tickling my hand to find release by plastering it on his face. You fool!
"Mind I remind you, if those pests as you so disdainfully call them, burnt Liza… then it was done before Alucard's very eyes during his fresh youths. If there was one person who should have opposed mankind… that was Adrian Fahrenheit Tepes. Did he opposed them and started a mad war like you did?"
"Why YOU_"
"On the contrary, Adrian devoted his life to protect humans from the sinister claws of the mighty Dragon who threatened their lives till the very day he exists."
"I should have wiped their kind from the face of the earth when I had the chance." Those warm blue orbs were replaced by blazing rubies which glowed with a hint of malice under the light.
"Chance?" I frowned while lowering the scroll to face him again. "Do you mean the gas you invented to turn every single being into a mutant or a killing machine?"
His pupils slit for a second. "That was_"
"HAVE YOU LOST YOUR MIND?" I exclaimed mortified. "That would have been GENOCIDE!"
I turned my face away sharply, biting the inside of my cheeks to avoid cursing him out loud. After a few minutes, his broad shoulders began to shake slightly. The room was suddenly filled with dark laughers that dripped non-stop from his vermillion lips.
You have lost it for good this time! I shook my head in disbelief.
The laughs coming from a man as him, made anyone doubt about his sanity. That beautiful divine face of his had morphed into a heinous visage, exposing the sinister evilness nestled in his heart. The sounds didn't subside for long and I wondered about the reason behind his sudden change of character.
Why? Why have you become like this? When did you submit to your muse of madness entirely?
When waiting for him to regain his composure proved fruitless, I closed the scroll and started to descend the stairs, stood face to face and watched him clutch his abdomen.
"Alucard?" I called.
"Ha ha haaaa…"
"Alucard?" I called louder.
"HA HA HAAAAA HA…"
"…" I sighed.
SLAP!
A deadly silence reigned in the enormous throne room long enough that assured me he had come to his senses. Watching his face turn to me with a nonchalant gaze, I lowered my hand to reopen the scroll again.
"As I was saying, through your actions you have damaged the very existence. Thus, I—the King of the Underworld—shall sentence you, the Sacred Ancestor, also known as Alucard,"
His eyes began to widen.
"Named by birth as Vlad Third Tepes from Transylvania… titled as the King of the Vampires Dracula,"
His mouth fell agape.
"To death!"
Finished, the scroll disappeared in a golden dust, leaving the Count's face vulnerable to my view, and for the first time in life, I witnessed something unexpected ripple in his eyes with great volume.
Fear!
Flashback
"Tell me my friend, what is your heart's deepest wish, Alucard?" A gray haired old man dressed in an English butler vest, atop a formal white shirt, black dress pants and polished shoes asked the Red-clad Vampire Hunter.
"You know Walter, my heart's deepest wish can never be fulfilled. It's something I can only dream of having in my immortal life." The famous and powerful Hellsing's watchdog turned toward the portrait of the man who was the pioneer of the Hellsing Organization in the first place, as well as his master.
Abraham Fairbrook Wintgates Van-Hellsing, father of Sir Integra Van-Hellsing.
The only man who managed to drive a wooden stake into the heart of the King of Vampires when he was in his most absurd time of vulnerability: when submitted to his 'muse of madness' —the only time I used to leave Alucard out of my sight to prevent later ordeals.
"Then, didn't Sir Van Hellsing manage to give you what you desire?" The old wise butler smiled kindly at the ancient monster before him. Walter C. Dornez was a very lovely old man who looked after Integra and kept an eye over Alucard's naughtiness. I admired him to some levels.
"… No." The old Shinigami sighed at his response. Turning on his hills, I saw Walter preparing to leave when one answer halted him in his stance, almost catching him off guard. "…and yes!"
"Huh?" The older looking male turned to face the red demon. "Whatever do you mean by this answer, Alucard?"
My nemesis only sighed reluctantly, lowering his head to focus his gaze at the name craved on the golden frame below the painting. "He was a great man who did fulfill my wish… but unfortunately for me, it was too soon to come."
I leaned behind the wall in the corner of the small hall and watched with my arms crossed casually on my chest. This was going to be a very interesting conversation! Alucard was being talkative for once.
Turning on one hill, the Vampire Hunter faced a flustered Walter with a watery smile.
"Van-Hellsing killed me that day, on that fateful evening, when the sun blazed cruelly and the sky was painted as the colors of death and blood."
The ticking of the royal clock which echoed in the hall reached my ears, making me realize how pregnant his sudden silence was before continuing.
"But I was not willing to leave the world so unfulfilled. For the many years I strove for a fight which shall lead me to a fair and honorable death, in my battle with Abraham I was just more desperate to stay alive. Something provoked me to struggle with the reaper to prevent my death." He gave me a step sided look. "I was just… not ready!"
"And do you regret not submitting to it the moment it came to you after years of anxious waiting?"
A smug smirk plastered on his lips. "Maybe my friend, maybe… Or maybe not! Regardless I will wait for Death to come at me again, and this time, I won't fight it." Alucard gave the British man an assuring look which made Walter smile in return.
"Fair enough! How are you so sure it will come back?" The curious butler pushed away from the window and walked to the wooden table to pour a small amount of Hennessy in a Vodka glass.
"Well my friend, when it happened once, then it will surely happen again. As simple as that!"
I sniffled a whistle when Walter took the burning liquid in one gulp. "Argh! Why won't_" A harsh cough escaped his dry lips. "Why won't you fight it this time? Are you certain that something like what happened last time won't hinder you to postpone your wish?"
The smile widened more than ever, reaching from ear to another that even made Cheshire jealous. "Regardless if I would be ready or not, I won't be able to fight it. It's not a matter of 'won't', it's a matter of 'can't'. Death will be certain on me without hesitation."
"Now you are frightening me Alucard." A small bewildered frown knotted Walter's brows. "Pardon me if I am prying too much, but you never told me how you escaped that fatal blow?"
The loud bangs of the royal clock, Big Bang, reached our ears. Alucard turned to me slightly, causing Walter to look at the same direction for a brief moment.
"I think it's past midnight. We will leave this bedtime story for another chit-chat. Good night Walter."
Sighing in defeat, the retainer shook his shoulders. "Fine! You escaped the topic again." Making his way to the narrow corridor, Walter turned around briefly. "Whatever made you escape that day, I hope it won't hinder you lose your chance again my friend. Everyone deserves to rest in peace sooner or later. Good luck with that, Alucard." Waving a gloved hand, the man disappeared into the shadows.
Finding him completely gone, I withdrew from my hiding place and tiptoed behind the tall Vampire. When I neared him enough, I wrapped my hands around his face and covered his eyes. "Guess who?" I asked nonchalantly, yet childishly.
Instead of knocking me off and start mocking me, my nemesis gently grabbed my wrists and lowered them to his lips, planting butterfly kisses on my palm before releasing them gently. My eyes widened.
"I am alive, for your heart beats in my chest
My once void has left in thy chest a royal crest
In a mutual bond for us to find eternal rest."
His words left me startled and before I could yell at him, he vanished through the walls like a phantom. Clenching my hands in tight fists out of utter fury, I swore after him. "Why you JERK! GET BACK_"
Suddenly, I realized something wet on my palms; bringing my hands to my face, my eyes widened in disbelief. They were soaked with blood! My eyes followed where this devastated man disappeared without a further word.
"Did he just… cry?"
End of Flashback
The grand chamber was filled with the sound of moaning souls occasionally molding the air. Dracula and I stood staring at each other for a long time. The sound of his punishment had drained him from all lives, and if it weren't for his inhuman stamina, then he had probably fainted by now.
Sighing tiredly, I snapped two fingers at his face to awaken him, making him blink in response. "Yes, Drac! I have finally decided to put an end to your miserable life. Your insanity has run out of control and is threatening the world."
He kept staring. Finally, I turned my back to him and started for my throne.
"The world or… your family?" That smooth silky voice penetrated deep in my mind, burning my senses like a vile acid. The sharpness of his tone made me stop in my tracks, but I refused to face him directly and continued on my path. "And then I thought a wise King shouldn't make hasty decisions upon personal feelings!" That mocking leech!
I turned slowly and shot him a dangerous glare. "You can try my patients Drac, but I assure you that your attempts in inciting me are futile. Do not waste your breath on some ridiculous assumption based on your wild imagination."
"My dear, I am fully aware of the words I speak based on my still conscious intellect." He still held that victorious smirk. It was a terrible sign. Whenever he managed to outsmart his opponent or find a means to their weakness, his trench-mark smirk remained until the moment of his victory. However, I failed to understand what he managed to get from me.
A harsh scoff was my only response. I clasped my hands before my waist and watched him with a look that could easily crumble the confidence of the strongest bestial Demons in Hell. Unfortunately, it had no effect on this mighty landlord. Not because he was my equal, but because his foolish confidence made him think he had the upper hand.
The more I thought about his smirk the more I felt cold in my hands. All the heat on my face had dropped to my neck and chest. Was I blushing out of guilt!
What is the meaning of this? Why am I so flustered? His reasoning is absolutely ludicrous! But a small sound in the back of my mind echoed a question too low yet too bold to be neglected. Or Is he right?
I frowned. "Do you want me to go through your dark list thoroughly, Drac? I will more than happy to oblige if you have any objections. However, time shall not grant me the opportunity to explain each of them in immense detail."
Dracula did not answer me for long and kept gazing at me with that stupid Cheshire face.
"Drac, you are_"
"Why have you brought me here my dear?" The question was plain and simple.
I am not going to lose my temper! I am NOT going to lose my temper!
I closed my eyes briefly, feeling an annoying ache starting to throb on my left temple. My hand naturally came to my eye level and I started rubbing the soar side. "You are here in the presence of a court. As King, I am obliged to take care of your case personally and_"
"The word 'personally' has a slight ambiguity for me. Please clarify it, my Royal Majesty!" My lips remained parted by his rude interruption.
"What do you mean by 'ambiguity'?" Thick masculine eyebrows shut toward heavens and he gave me a cogent look.
My scowl deepened. I was about to ask again when he leaned into me out of the blue. The familiar scent of leather and moon flowers filled my nostrils, almost knocking me out of my trance. Some trails of ink colored hair tickled down my chest, and a cold cheek brushed against the side of my face in a tender fashion. His hot breath tickled the sensitive skin on my neck.
"You still manage to withstand me in such close proximity. You truly are my equal, my beloved nemesis." I let a smirk grace my vermillion lips which could almost match his own.
"I take that as an… insult! We are no longer equals." He glowered for a slight moment before continuing to whisper in a masculine tone.
"Your hate has eroded the very deep roots of your heart," He inhaled into my neck, letting me feel the softness of his rose colored lips. "To the point that you finally decided to kill me after so long."
"Don't be ridiculous! I said it and I say it again. It's just business… don't take it personally." I hissed.
"Oh really?" His chest rumbled against my own with heart-filled chuckles. "Something tells me that it does in fact have to do with a certain incident that happened a few centuries ago."
My mind failed me to recall anything that fitted with his descriptions. "And what is that my dear Count?"
I felt him move forward and pressed his strong heated body to mine, making my heart race into my chest out of anger which was starting to fuel inside me. When I turned my head to him, my cheek brushed against his chiseled one again in a feathery touch, sending a cold chill down my spine.
Enough of this childish act! I was about to push him back when he whispered a word that shattered my nerves.
"Armageddon!"
The next I knew, I watched Drac flying across the room, breaking through the murky thick pillar and hitting the wall. The sound of huge piles of stone toppling here and there echoed in the vacant air. I stood panting heavily with my fist still stretched before me.
Did he just actually say THAT word?!
A layer of cold sweat covered my forehead and one bead rolled down my temple. I realized my uncomfortable trembling when I spotted my fist giving slight motions without my consent. My knees buckled beneath me and my shoulders spammed every few seconds. I was… shaking!
What was the POINT of reminding it again? To prove I am executing him just because of D? I am not a sadist as he is!
"Why else would you do it?" I heard his shout coming from behind a wail of shimmering smoke. "You are still upset with the incident… that nearly killed my own son."
Lowering my clenched fist, I felt my nails digging deep into my palm, almost drawing blood. You nearly killed your own son.
Suddenly, the mountain of crumbled pillars exploded, sending rubbles to every defragged direction with a fatal aura. I hit one which came aimed at me in a horizontal way, hearing the pebbles hit the ground behind me in a rhythmic tone.
You almost crushed D under your vicious claws. If I hadn't stopped you, he would have been dead by now. I snarled demonically. What kind of a father are you? What did Mina see in you that lured her to bear you heirs for so long?
Dusting himself up and straightening his attire, Dracula turned to face me. His strong aura emitted from him in a shape that resembled flames as dark as coal. They engulfed his majestic features completely and with every step he took toward me, the stones beneath his feet cracked in mortification.
"You were never bothered by my savageness before. Why the sudden change of mind?" he cooked his head to side when I refused to answer him. "I see. It was more_" He circled me gingerly. "A sudden change of heart." One paraffin hand cupped his chin in thoughts. "Then why else would an inferior_" he raised a finger to count.
I am warning you! Don't even START it!
"Miserable," A second finger joined his index finger.
DON'T!
"Pathetic," Drops of blood trickled down my clenched hands.
Please!
"Maimed," He voiced it melodramatically. I shut my eyes tightly as the word stabbed me a thousand times in heart.
STOP IT!
"Demonic Mother, care for another's flesh and blood?" He sent me an aloof glance. "I made a mistake asking you to raise D and become his Nane, with the hope no attachments would happen between you two."
Running a hand through his hair, Dracula brushed back a few disheveled strings. Bringing his hand down his face, he said in a muffled tone. "I am his FATHER and I can do with him whatever I will." He dropped his hand lazily by his side.
The wrath built up inside me was about to explode and the sound of my crying demon demanded for immediate release. I could almost feel the wee changes under my skin and bones, forcing me to struggle between my human form and my demon silhouette.
"Let me make this clear. I gave D life… He was born by me. His life and death is in MY hands and so, I can TAKE it anytime I want." Dracula raised and lowered his voice in emphasis.
Fed up with his repulsive words, I submitted to my demonic instincts and let blood blur my visions. When I felt my demonic form ripped out of my human flesh, I charged at him without a second thought and delivered a blow ten times harder than the first, sending him sailing across the hall and hit the wall hard enough to cause a hole behind him.
My hooves dug deep into the solid ground with every step I took at him. "Bad choice of language, Drac! If I had never considered settling scores with you because of what happened at the ruins of Jerusalem before, your words made me change my mind now."
Waiting for his answer, I was suddenly tackled to the ground with a huge object colliding with me face first, knocking the air out of my lungs. My sight caught two huge bat-like wings spreading from behind the creature.
Finding my footage again, I sidestepped in time before my back could hit a pedestal. I Galloped away from my attacker and slowed down to look at his transformation. Dracula's body had revamped into its humanoid dragon form.
"I expected to see your true form. Pity! At least I had_"
"If that is your wish Your Majesty… I REPRESENT YOU MY TRUE FORM!" His body began to let out steam and change size. He grew bigger and heavier than his former self. When a beastly cry escaped the monster's lips, a mighty Dragon stood before me.
So you finally decided to play, huh? Let's play!
It had been so long since I last saw his true form and it made me doubt about his size for a moment. He had picked up well throughout the years. The giant dragon stood more than twenty feet tall with huge basilisk wings that could reach the roof. His body was covered in immense dark scales that gleamed in the chandelier. Claws dug deep into the ground and smoke emitted from his nostrils. The blood-lust was clear in its glowing eyes, and when he opened his strong jaws, a set of razor sharp teeth showed themselves clearly.
He truly is as his name's sake: the mighty Dracul
When we leapt together, the ground shook as if two armies where about to engage war. Our battle-cries could be heard throughout the kingdom. Dracula opened his strong jaws, revealing rows of fatally sharp teeth and aimed them at my abdomen. I ducked just in time as his head flew past me and with great agility, I circled my arms around his neck and thrust him as hard as possible to the opposite pedestal. My loud yell soon followed the beast's startled growl as his form was knocked up the ground and broke the majestic column.
I will not allow you to speak ill of your son ever again. You have no right to take his life as it is not yours for the taking!
The dazed dragon only remained amidst the piles of rubbles and stones before, angrier than ever, leapt out to me; the sinister wrath was evident on his movements, and his massive claws cut chunks of stone from the ground as he dashed at me. Wings spread behind him, I prepared on my fighting stance just as I predicted another attack, but no…
Although I was right with the thought of him taking flight, but I got it wrong when he didn't launch at me with a direct attack. From his huge mouth, large trails of hot fire blew out, melting the plastery statue in my place as I dodged the flames before they could lick me.
That was close! He's grown stronger than I had anticipated… or maybe I have grown old for this?!
When I regained my composure, I was too late from moving away when the dragon's head stood a hair away from my face. Rows of sharp knives cut into my stomach and back, lifting me up to stand only on my two dorsal hooves.
A loud inhuman scream echoed in the area as pain coursed resonated through my entire body. His jaws began closing in on me. If I didn't try for my escape he could easily separate my upper body from my lower horse-like region. Clawing and punching the hardcore silhouette, I failed to apply any reaction from him. At the same time, the more I struggled, the more muscles and bones were ripped and crushed.
"ARGH!" Clasping both hands on either side of his jaws, I managed to part them slightly, but the agonizing stung in my injuries and lack of resolution, caused the jaws to snap close again, resulting in another ear piercing scream tearing out of my vocals.
DAAAAMN HIIIIIM!
Clasping my hands together, I delivered a hard blow to its right eye, crushing the eye-ball and upper bones together. The act was enough to make the beast withdraw with a loud cry and stumble a few claws back.
"HOW DARE YOU, WOMAN!" One hand covered his bloodied face.
Feeling my fast regeneration ability starting, I got on my hooves in two seconds and jumped at the inferior Dracul with anew strength. Grabbing his thick neck, I pulled Drac down, feeling his tail heaving to the air and land on his back hard. Watching him flapping his wings, I hurried to the right one and tore it effortlessly apart. It made a sickly sound and the dazed beast cried in agony. Feeling him whirl his head, I felt the familiar knives cut deep into my sides again and threw me across the room. I went through a set of ancient statues along the way and broke an already cracked wall.
"You have an excellent stamina, old friend! I give you credit for your persistence!" Dracula roared while licking his blood stained lips. I heard him moan slightly. "And you taste as deliciousss as always." He purred.
Grabbing onto the alabaster statue of the Olympian god Ares, I flung it at him with all my strength. The aim hit the mark and Dracula stumbled back while shaking his head to dust his sour vision off. I took his wee distraction toward my advantage and ran at him full speed.
Standing on two hooves to come to his eye-level, I punched him in the cheek, sending his head to a nasty angle. Baring his teeth, I sidestepped in time and uppercut him hard enough that he bit unto his own tongue. His cry almost made my ears bleed. Prepared to punch him from left, he back slapped me with his left pawn and sent me flying to the Throne, shattering a few spikes on the armrest.
"He's_" I spit some warm blood, resting one arm on the grand chair for support. "Tougher than last time!" I felt more nauseous when the metallic taste filled my mouth.
Looking up at the remains of my once glorious Throne, I scoffed tiredly at my condition. It was anything but plausible to continue battling him. True that I was an ancient Kentauride, a massive female beast, but I was no match for to this warrior dragon. Continue fighting him would only lead to my suicide.
"Why do you oppose me so passionately?"
"Because, you have no right to think of yourself superior than others. Toy with their lives and enjoy watching them mingle in woe and misery."
A loud rumble of laughers echoed in the hall. "Do not speak as if you are honorable as you sound. I know you more than anyone else and know the things you did in past."
Spitting up more blood, I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. The damn rib doesn't heal properly!
"The past… is in the past. I have honor, ideals, people I wish to protect, and you stand a threat to them so I must stop you before_ ARGH!"
His giant mouth wrapped around me dispassionately and Dracula threw me down the stairs, making me sail long till I reached the center of the chamber below the still immaculate chandelier. Feeling a pool of warm blood assembling beneath me, I mustered my remaining strength and pushed myself up, feeling an angry hand slap me and land on my back, facing the cruel demon who towered over me.
"So, you finally admit that your reasons for calling me here for executing me is out of sheer personal grudge?"
Panting, I fought to steady my trembling bruised lips. "N-no!" He frowned. A dark sinister smirk spread across his hideous mouth.
"You will never change!" His tongue slithered out of its hiding place and started licking my blood stained chest wantonly. That hot muscle stung my open wounds and more blood gushed out of them. "Never." He purred wickedly.
His right hand came down on my stomach, pinning me to the ground to prevent me any means of escape. I growled and hissed bitterly in response. Because of my many injuries and blood-loss, all my strength had left me. When I breathed, I could hear raspy sounds coming from my internal organs. With every lick, the pressure on his palms increased as well.
"Y-you… took away many things. N-not only from them, b-but from me too." I bit back another yell when his wet muscle licked a severely torn flesh. "Because of you, c-creatures of the night entered the human world… preying on mankind like vultures."
"Mhm…" I felt my eyes stung at the torment I was bearing. His tongue was rigid, and burnt every wound like acid.
"Y-you… you took much more from us… from me than you can't imagine." He stopped. "Because of you I betrayed those people who welcomed me in their homes, just to support you."
"The Sultan must had been stopped, and you knew the consequences before you agreed to help me."
"And for that, I was stoned for being accused as a hustler!" My vision moistened.
"I saved you before they stoned you to death."
"Yes," I felt a deep frown wrinkle my forehead. "And left me to witness world's most petrifying and garish scenes in all World Wars while you napped in that damn coffin of yours." That demonic eye widened slightly.
I remember those heart-wrenching images of bodies burn, being torn apart by Ghouls, thrown in the pits of abyss, or fed to the hungry flames of furnace. The smell of rotten flesh, the continuous metallic scent of blood in the air, and the sight of severed limbs everywhere, from a man, woman, or even an infant, was not something anyone could manage to live after with a clear psychic. They were enough to leave you have nightmares anytime you close your eyes, regardless of time and place.
"London Bridge is falling down,
Falling down, falling down,
London Bridge is falling down,
My fair lady!"
"Where were you when Integra and I needed you to stop the Major, huh?" I asked him sharply. "Where were you when I needed you to be by my side and help me fight the demons?"
The pressure of his hand lessened slightly. "I… I…"
"You were GONE!" I yelled. "You left me ALONE! Alone to fight for centuries while their moans and screams plagued me day and night. I even prayed for you to return, help me vanquish them... BUT YOU NEVER CAME!" My body trembled violently with sobs.
"Rox-Roxana! I…"
"Your kind took away my sister… killed her brutally." Fresh tears built up in my eyes. "You left me to take care of myself and clean up YOUR mess for only God-knows-how-long. Till you came back…"
And even when he came back, he didn't even thank me. That was the day he abandoned his promise and swore that he'll destroy mankind...and even me along with them if I dared to oppose him, which I did in the end.
"You started your mad war with me whereas I never abandoned you in your battles. I proved it with my LIFE!" The beast withdrew his head. "What kind of f-friend are you?" The tears finally rolled down my face. The pressure suffocating me was no longer from his hand, but the pain I kept locked up in my chest for so long.
"You became what you wanted! You could have joined me." Dracula answered dispassionately. "It was your wish, remember? To become a Hero to mankind and be loved by your family… and you did; whereas I lived in isolation and darkness, you bathed in the beams of the sun. "
"I failed to become what I wanted, and now I am nothing but an isolated WOMAN, while you pathetically lived a happy life with a family and heir."
"Happy life?! What use is there to bear children who end up searching you to cut your head off? Is that what you enjoy in a life? How dare you speak of things you have no CLUE off at all?" He hissed.
"Do not start antagonizing me, you BEAST! I was not SELFISH enough to ruin the happiness of the only man I held dear in life. I wiped his memory off of me so he can live with another woman. And I bore witness… a-as they wed, as they got children, as HE lived in utter l-love and b-bliss."
"He left… because you were weak!"
Something in me snapped. Unconsciously, I grabbed onto his wrist viciously. "I left… because I didn't want to inherit MY CURSE unto my CHILDREN! I left, so that I would live with a calm conscience! I left, to avoid RESENT and REGRET!"
"And that's exactly why an unbalanced woman can't be KING!"
"I can be King, but I could never become a HERO!" I shouted at his face, earning a shocked look.
"W-what?!"
"I failed to b-become a hero like you, despite my best intentions. I learned only men can gain such title. But still_" I began to push his wrist up. "I lived till this day serving my family, and when they were taken from me either by Death or voluntarily, I was left with nothing but the only feeling I was denied to have… a mother! My last string of hope to remain in this clown maze."
"How preposterous!" he started to push back at me as well.
"D_" The name struck a nerve in him. "_is the only reason I am still alive… still breathe and FIGHT to survive! He is my sole reason… to LIVE!" The pushing stopped.
Dracula watched me with a mortified face; a look that spoke of genuine guilt. A deadly silence engulfed us and I watched the demoniac beast panting heavily. The look in his eye spoke volume till something dawned on me. My heart stopped for second from a possible thought rushing through my brain.
"D-Drac? Wha-what is it w-with D?" Tears rained down from my eyes as the worry started to eat what was remained of my heart. "ANSWER ME!"
The towering dragon didn't answer me, adding more onto the burden. "I… I wrote D a letter." My eyes widened. "He knows about the poem!" I felt the strength in my arms leave. "He will be on his way here… to… to find you. To find us!"
"Drac? What did you do?" I sobbed.
God, tear my heart out as I can no longer live with this shame. How am I supposed to look into D's eyes again?
"I_ ARRRRRGH!" A silver flash cut through Dracula's broad and strong neck, leaving an ugly wound that sprayed blood all around the place.
The massive dragon toppled off and a black shadow flew past me. I watched as the crystals on the chandelier reflected the youth's glowing sword.
Does this mean, D knows of the truth?
The sound of cries and howls started to become muffled. I could no longer hear them.
Does D feel… betrayed for what we-no… I did to him by hiding the truth?
Hot tears began to sting my eyes. I was once hated for what I was till I got accepted in a family consisting of friends who embraced me with all my flaws and monstrosities. After so many millennia, the only one survived, physically and literarily out of them, was the boy who once I took under my wings; though separate from my own flesh and blood, but loved like a part of my own.
D… my sweet child! Have you finally come to hate me?
Turning my head toward father and son engaged in a fierce battle, I saw the bloody dragon howl in agony as he was covered in scars and missing another wing by his son… His only success!
Do you resent me to the point that you can bravely draw your sword and kill me? The pain in my chest was unbearable.
The Eurosian sword cut a clean wound on Dracula's bare chest.
have I turned into your main object of hatred and vengeance?
Turning to the chandelier, I smiled sadly. Something inside my chest was lifted up by a certain thought which occurred to me, soothing that suffocation, although my head throbbed with a numbing pain I called remorse. Somehow after all these centuries which I won many battles, I felt… defeated!
I lived with the sole purpose to make you and the others happy. I vowed with my life to annihilate any threat which might come to harm your happiness… And now, because you disdain me this much—makes me the threat itself—then there is no need for me to remain in this Hell anymore. How true Dante said…
"Abandon all hope, ye who enter here!" I whispered. I fought against the darkness, thinking that I was protecting them like that but oblivious about the fact I was turning into one of those hell-beings myself; a threat to my beloved ones. How ironic!
Everything slowed down. I saw Drac fly past my laying body, a silver light neighed, and before the features of the dark clad youth could escape my sight, I did the only thing I was left to do; I pushed myself up before the neighing weapon, feeling its sweet tip running past my heart and jotting out of my back with a tearing sound.
Blood dripped from my vermillion lips. How cold it is!
Forcing my head up, I look into the beautiful countenance of my beloved reaper. The young Vampire Hunter gazed at me with a petrified look. D was never a man to show emotions and I couldn't help but smile maternally at him.
"P-please… D-d-don't kill h-him!" I forced air into my already ripped lungs. "If there w-was anyone to b-blame… that was m-me." I saw his eyes water. "D… my s-sweet child! I loved you m-more than anything in t-this world…"
"D, Do Something!" The cry came from the symbiot residing in his left hand."D!"
"It's alright D! I always w-wanted to die by… your hands … and now, my dream came true a-and you f-finally got your r-re-venge!"
"D, she's gonna DIE if ya don't move!" The hoarse voice yelled again.
"Now we… both y-you and I…can… be… free!" The final drop of life escaped me. My vision of his breathtaking face blurred into darkness. The majestic chandelier came crashing down, letting out a cry which echoed throughout the entire kingdom…
"NAAANEEEEE!"
AN: Yeah well, now that it turned tragic, we have to follow the small The End through the eyes of the living. So, Let us follow Drac's eyes in the next chapter till the end. I know it may be boring, but I tried to write differently although focused on the same scenario as well.
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_The timelines, names, and character's I used were by these references:
Vlad III Impeller's story with the Ottomans - Wikipedia
Bram Stoker's Dracula – Read the novel and watched the Movie
Castelvania – An RPG game made by Konami
Hellsing Ultimate – Manga and Anime adaptation by Kouta Hirano
Vampire Hunter D – Series of novel written by Hideyuki Kikuchi
_Word Definition:
Tartarus: The deepest part in the Underworld where Hades, the Olympian god of the dead, reigned. It is also the place where Zeus banned and prisoned the mighty Titans after his ultimate battle with them.
Cerberus: The three headed hell-hound under Hades' orders which guarded the gates of Tartarus and served his master loyally.
Griffin: A mythical creature that has the head of an eagle, the body of a lion and claws and wings.
Armageddon: In this story refers to a short narration by Hideyuki Kukuchi regarding Vampire Hunter D's dimension, where D is demonstrated to commence his final battle with the Sacred Ancestor. Unfortunately I didn't get the privilege to read it personally, but heard about it being a short fight scene between D and Count Dracula which ends in a cliffhanger.
Kentauride: A term used in ancient Greece to define a female Centaur found scarcely in the surviving tales and paintings.
Nane: The Latin form of Nana or Nanny; a person who looks after a child in their house.
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Dracula Belongs (I seriously don't know where he belongs to anymore ^^;)
Vampire Hunter D Belongs to Hideyuki Kikuchi
Roxana a.k.a Dark Queen, Azure, Kiba and Ziba Belong to Me ^_^