Disclaimer: For therhird time, as much as I would love to, I do not own any of Hellsing nor its characters, though my own characters... I do own from one of my own stories.
Me: Ah yes, here I am again, thank you all for taking the time to open this story and wonder what it is... well, to start off, this is the final story of my Hellsing triliogy(sp?) Blah, the first is 'Hellsing Falls; Darkness Wins Over All' Second was 'Rebelling Darkness' so it is best reccomended to read them first then diving into this one... but if you have already read the others, then (evil laughter), welcome into my world of darkness where blood is all around and nightmares lurk in the shadows... so to all new and old fans...
please, enjoy!
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Years passed, twenty, thirty, a hundred, three hundred, six hundred, eight. Wars came and fell, powers rose and died, people of all sorts went on living their lives. Those of t he darkness were now equal to those of the light, living together. Yet even though a odd harmony had come to rest between the two worlds of light and dark... everyone felt an odd illness upon the lands. Acres upon acres of land would suddenly in less then a week, decay and rot away washing all life from that land. Yet thinking of it as just the remains from when demons tried to escape Hell and live on this earth, they all went on living, ignorant, forgetful of what truly transpired so long ago.
The former city of London still stood though, no longer a city, but ruins of old, while the rest of the lands were over taken by vegetation and the touch of nature once more, the city, laying in ruins, had somehow still retained its look from almost well over eight hundred years ago. Far in its depths, a crater rested with a constant lake of fog swirling within like dry ice... waiting, resting, guarding as villages gathered within the city's ruins, becoming guardians themselves to keep the stories of old alive and never forgotten... Far off in the mountains of Europe, a castle that seemed to be made of dark crimson glass stood, covered in ivy as the grasses had gone wild and grew very tall. The castle who rested in the middle of a untamed forest with very few creatures daring to venture close. This was the castle with no name, created by the very sadness of a weeping undead royal.
Far within, unseen by very few but her chosen friends that allow her to feed, Seras Victoria roamed. Still with the look of a young woman who wore nothing but black clothes covered by a cloak of black velvet long since due of looking anything close to new, her ancient heart and soul continued to ache as she encased herself into the lands of the castle. She never strayed no further then the small borderline of her castle, and yet still was able to keep her contact with Alexial, Donovan and Zuranna, as well as a few others. But even after a few good ten years, they were seeing less of each other.
The will to live had greatly weakened, Seras had lost her love and every night since that very night, she had nightmares, never had she gained a proper rest for eight hundred years. With pale hands grasping a soft cloth, Seras, with dull crimson eyes, waist long blond hair frayed and unkempt, began to slowly and timidly clean off a black coffin embraced by gold trim.. the only item of her love's fallen castle that wasn't absorbed or destroyed when he had given the ultimate sacrifice. A coffin she now slept in so rarely. A coffin that was the only item she would protect and clean while everything else within the aging ancient castle of hers was left, lathered in dust like a protective blanket. Even as dusty as it was, Seras refused anything else to happen unto the castle. Dust was the only thing allowed to gather inside the coffin's walls. Any rodents that snuck in were met with a untimely death and their vile blood became Seras's main food source. She had long since forgotten what human's blood tasted like upon her warm tongue.
Fog slowly rolling within the crater now covered in wild plants, unruly grasses and young trees, a timid breeze drew forth causing tendrils of fog to dance and swirl. The land forever protected and untouched. Everyone in the world to this very day never went there, and any who have... as a faint pocket of fog was lifted, flies scattered about into the cool night air as aging old bones rested all around be it from shifters, griffins, dragons, humans. Any who had stepped forth onto this land, was instantly killed, as if their souls were sucked out and left nothing but a shell of flesh and blood laying there to decay and feed the small insects that somehow could thrive there. Death roamed here, as a mark and a reminder, just what happened so long ago and what the king of all undead sacrificed and kept the world from being consumed by a greedy heartless soul.
To those who faithfully lived nearby, shifters of all assortments knew and watched this death laden land as in every few years, a special visitor came. At first the visitor came every year, bringing roses that were the deepest shade red close to pure fresh blood. But then, as the time passed, the visitor came less and less, the air of hope that had once followed their footsteps, began to fade. Other visitors had come to the crater, unharmed by the death's deadly kiss showing to those who protected the crater that these unharmed were from the very war itself and had aided the lord of darkness. They too gave their respects by either giving silence, a few muffled words, flowers, or some even with tears. Yet, they too have began to stop coming so often. They all knew what rested within that crater, and they all respected the one that had fallen. But with the war of darkness fading from the many years passing, so too was the strong memory of who in fact had fallen within that crater.
Murmurs rose within the darkness of the small village of guardians to the crater. With flames of controlled fires flicking over cooking meat, wolves in their true forms stepped forth to the entrance of their village. With claws flexing and their golden eyes blazing with protection and caution, they stared out at the glistening fog that seemed to glow from the moon's tender embrace. A solitary form headed their way as the other shifters came forth, birds, felines, lizards, dragons, all assortments, all with the will to protect and having yet to forget what was within that crater's dark hold. As a gentle breeze rose up towards their village, the scent of fresh roses filled their lungs and instantly, hackles were relaxed, raised fur fell back down onto their backs as mixed with that scent, was one all to familiar and haven't been smelled nor felt in the past ten years. "everyone... fall back, let her pass." A bird's scratchy voice chattered softly as everyone withdrew to their human states and back into their homes. Even if they gave her respect and honor, it still didn't erase the fact and a faint hint of fear in their hearts what she was capable of doing, with him gone, she was now the most powerful, but they all knew even with what she was, her kind heart gave them enough strength to at least remain in their village. The soft heart of Dracula has finally come at last; His Queen has returned.
With steps crunching softly on the mildew coated plants and twigs, dull red eyes stared forward. The wind rustled at the thick black cloak that covered her small form as the only thing exposed to the elements other then her pale face, was a bouquet of twenty blood red roses wrapped in red paper. With faint puffs of breath slipping past her lips, Seras Victoria trudged onward. The red tears already brimmed her soft eyes as her grip tightened on the flowers. Every step brought that crushing pain into her chest as the loss and memories filled her mind and soul. The reason she had stopped coming was because the pain was to much, it reminded her all to painfully how alone she was now. Yes, there were still others with her, her friends and comrades, but that would never bring back what she lost, what she longed for and reached with trembling hands that she knew, would never grasp anything. Always groping in the darkness, alone, lost, afraid.
Seras blinking, stopped. She stood within the crater, with the forever fog shifting and molding, her eyes weakly looked around at the bones and clothing that scattered the ground. Her heart was not yet ready to look forward as to what laid in front, in the cast of white marble that was being encased by ivy with small blood red flowers. With a weak deep breath leaving her trembling lips, Seras with a aching heart, began to pull her gaze from the ground.
Eyes going wide, the roses fell suddenly to the ground making fog swirl with a annoyed touch. Seras unnoticing, stared forward with the blood tears slipping down her face as her lips held open, trembled.
"No... please... no... Alucard!"
There right before the undead queen, the marble statue of her king stood. It wasn't the ivy that brought the fear to her very body and soul but... running from over his right eye down to his hip, a giant crack resided with little cracks running off. After so many years... falling to her knees, Seras with lost eyes watched her lover's body as the cracks rested upon his white marble encased body. It was a bitter promise she knew, she knew this was going to happen. Nothing lasts forever, and after so long, marble will crack, it will wear away.
"Alucard... ALUCARD!"
Screaming in utter defeat, Seras with blood tears soaking her face, slammed her fist down hard. Crashing down upon a ribcage of a fallen shifter, bone fragments shattered and flew outward as she hanging her head began to sob loudly. Her wails echoing off the fog as with her body shaking violently, the tears heavily fell down her face. "I... I'm d-done... No more... p-please... I.. I can't live without you... I promised... t-to live a happy... l-life... but how can I w-when you're... n-not with me?" crying her words loudly with the blood tears dripping from her face, Seras Victoria wept. As she cried though, Seras's mind wandered, she remembered, recalled... the darkness, the world he had so wickedly plunged her into and became her master, taught her the world of darkness. How to feed, live, how to enjoy the immortal life he gave her. He was always there, always there for her, be it in the shadows, in her dreams, beside her. Always there... and now.
What was that?
Blinking, Seras's sorrow was buried away as her curiosity rising, she looked up at her encased lover and froze. Coming from the cracks be it big or small, blood oozed forth. Black at first with a sticky residue as if not being released in so long. It reminded Seras of such a human thing, when dirt got into the pipes and the faucet ran brown for a few minuets before going clear once more, before going clean... fresh. Fresh...
"Alucard?"
his name barely slipped past her lips as the black blood became more fluid and with the embracing touch of the moon's light, crimson red began to shine. The blood seeped out slowly and more pure as the minuets ticked away. Seras, with her own blood tears slowly drying up on her face, watched, her trembling fading away as numbness began to fall upon her. She couldn't comprehend what was going on. Oh how she wanted to hope, how she wanted to hope he was coming back, that the statue wasn't just wearing away and breaking up releasing the dead corpse inside.
Dead corpse...
That killed all her hopes. The blood tears returned silently as she began to tremble once more. He was dead, he gave his soul to save her. Alucard was never going to return, he was never coming back to her. All that remained in that marble shell was a dead corpse that lacked a soul that was long since reclaimed... with a weary sigh, Seras hung her head and buried her eyes within the palm of her left hand as the sobs muffled through clenched teeth began to rise once more.
"Seras..."
Seras froze as she felt the ice cold hand gently cloak her cheek in a tender embrace, and yet as soon as she felt it, it was gone.
Her eyes snapped forward to the statue and froze as she fought her stomach as it lurched violently. The statue at some point had shattered halfway, his upper body now resting on the ground while from hips down, he stood with half a backbone lathered in faintly bubbling steaming blood, it stuck out where the upper body had once rested. Fear tore through her. Gripping the wild grasses tightly, Seras scrambled to her feet and with a final glance at the shattering body of her one time master, king, lover... tears fell as she turning, picked up her feet, and ran.
"Seras!"
She couldn't run! Her feet locked up underneath her, her body frozen in place. With eyes wide and still allowing blood tears to fall as her back remained to the fallen statue of her lover, Seras heard the voice echo loudly in her mind as she felt ice cold hands grab onto her upper arms, holding her back.
"Seras, don't run!"
swallowing heavily, Seras's body relaxed weakly as the trembling came back. hearing rocks groan and crumble behind her, she refused to turn around. But hearing the plea in that echoing voice, she did not run either. The cold grip on her arms lifted as she standing upright, weakly remained there allowing the fog to caress her body that was still cloaked within the confines of the heavy cloak she wore from Alucard's possessions.
Taking in a deep breath, Seras tried to calm her beating heart. "I... won't run... but... what... is going on... he's gone... I have... no reason... to remain here... or alive for that matter..." Seras whispered the last few words under her breath as she felt her heart sink once more. Seras jumped hard as she felt cold fingers slink under her chin and curling underneath, with a weak whimper passing her lips, Seras struggled as the invisible cold grip began to force her to turn around. Closing her eyes tightly she fought hard, digging her nails into her palms as t he knuckle went white, she fought. "No... please! I don't want to see! It hurts to much!" Seras practically screamed the words as she resisted as best she could.
"Look Seras! You MUST look!"
the violent power that raged through those words, Seras felt her eyelids pull apart on their own will. With a painful scream, the tears spilled down her face as her vision focused onto the scene before her, yet... the scream abruptly shifted to faint whimpers as the tears began to ebb slowly. The statue, the blood...
"It... it's gone..."
her voice came out no more then a faint whisper. The cold fingers faded from her face as she weakly looked around, there was no sign, nothing. Her heart felt as if it began to bleed as she couldn't find him anywhere. Was he really gone now? Forever? Would she never be able to see his face again? Feel his touch upon her bare skin? To feel his kiss, his embrace? His darkness? No... she never... Never again, for the rest of her days, she would never be able to...
"Do not go denying what you hope and want little immortal."
Giving in to a weak sigh, Seras hung her head as fresh tears began to brim her eyes. "why not? Every time I hope, I get dragged down even more... I'm tired... of this pain... I-I'm tired of... this l-lonely life... How... can I be... without... with-" with a weak sob passing her trembling pale lips, Seras rising her left arm, weakly rubbed her face at an attempt to rid herself of the tears that just wouldn't stop.
"turn around."
Seras froze as the dark voice trembled through her very being, the fog swirled violently away from behind her as a blast of icy wind kicked up. With her right heel dug in so slightly, she timidly turned, eyes hanging to the ground as she to numb with sorrow, felt nothing but grief and loss. If this was to be the night she dies, she welcomed it with open arms. She wanted to be back with him, to be back by his side, to feel his darkness once more upon her soul.
"look up."
The voice not even wavering from its dark grasp, Seras with a weak whimper, faintly shook her head, making a few blond locks to fall over her face. She flinched and went rigid as she heard footsteps head slowly right for her. The sound of old bones being crushed under feet echoed within the fog as the faint sound of flies buzzed around, disturbed by the sudden movement.
A faint darkness touched Seras's torn senses. It was familiar, and yet... not who her broken heart craved. Keeping her head hung, a face filled her mind as bitterness and numbness consumed any last remnants of hope her feeble mind had attempted to create. "Reign." Her voice cracked and trembled as her fists were tightly clenched. The very servant and second in command to the High Lord of Hell. When Alucard had sacrificed himself, this man, this demon lord had claimed the vampire king's true title in the world of fire. He was the new High Lord. And for carrying such a title that had belonged to her lover for so long, Seras didn't want anything to do with him.
The footsteps ebbed as the named man stood before her no more then a few feet away. She heard his deep heartbeat, smelled his scent of both physical and magical. "Why... are you here? Why aren't you..." clenching her teeth making her jaw ache, Seras couldn't finish her words, that world was Alucard's world, and no one else's! "look up Seras Victoria."
Seras actually flinched hard, that was not Reign's voice. Her senses pulled even more open, senses she hadn't used in so long, senses she never needed to use for a while, or wanted to use. Darkness flooded her mine, fire, evil intent in general filled her soul. A burning desire, long since locked away within her heart, began to burn awake. The lust... ravaging cravings for blood filled her hunger making Seras's mouth water as she felt the want to enjoy the darkness, to be cruel, to be evil as her vamperic blood intended, the blood her king and love had given her. With a small cry, Seras slammed that door shut and blocked those emotions out. She never wanted to feel them again, not now, not ever!
"God damn it! Look up, do not defy me!"
That made Seras look up, and freeze.
Standing well over her head, the man stood there. He looked like Reign, wearing nothing but a cloak that encased his whole body except the lower portion of his face. But how he carried himself, it couldn't be him. Her eyes grew lost in confusion that gained a very small chuckle from the man's faintly smiling lips. "I will ask you this once ,and only once. Queen of Dracula, Seras, do you remember the words you had spoken to your king so long ago? The words you spoke when you found what he really was other then a vampire." Watching this man with a numb look, she did indeed remember, she could in fact recall. She swore to him, and yet... with a weak sigh, Seras, the Queen of all undead, hung her head as the crimson tears once more brimmed her eyes. "Yes... I... Remember... I promised..."
"Yes?"
A weak sob shook free from her chest as the Queen buried her face within the palm of her left hand that shook. "I... promised him... I'd follow him... into Hell." Her voice near whispered those words yet her whimpers lifted as she froze when the man standing before her, began to chuckle deeply. "And... do you intend to keep that promise?"
That alone made Seras Victoria look up, ignoring the free falling crimson tears, she stared up at the cloaked man. That grin, that sadistic curl of his pale lips. Should she dare to hope? Should she dare tempt to allow such fragile wounds be exposed? Seras was frozen in place, staring, her crimson eyes straining to see, searching for anything else to follow up with that smirk. Clearly amused by her weak attempts of recognition, the man slowly curling his right arm forward, Seras merely gave a facial flinch as those cold pale near blue fingers pressed upon the underside of her chin forcing her to rise her face upward, yet her eyes did not waiver from his cloaked face. And that was how it was, there they stood, staring at each other, the cloaked man's lower face smirking all too familiar as Seras stared, searching.
"Please... who are you?" her weak voice spoke upon the winds soft breath that rustled the long blades of grass. The smirk slowly lifted from his lips as Seras felt the air around him ripple making her fall back hard as her immortal mind understood this feeling, this ripple. An illusion!
As it lifted... the black wool cloak the man wore became ragged and torn all over as his form... still concealed, the smell of decaying meat choked the surrounding air causing the immortal queen to fall back even more as he in a long time, was thankful of not needing the breath of life that so many needed. Rising his arms up, the torn mud covered sleeves fell to his elbows exposing old blood and meat lathered bones a sonly small fragments of flesh clung to his hand joints that curling around the hood, pushed it back.
Covering her mouth as her stomach wanted to heave violently, Seras's wide eyes stared at the skull. With a nasty crack from a side blow on the ride side of his skull, small chunks of left over blood, and muscle tissue clung on either side, with those small flecking remains, that was how his bottom jaw was held on what seemed to daintily in a morbid way, upon the rest of the skull. Upon his grinning exposed teeth, Seras saw the curved canines yet her eyes couldn't tear from his hallow sockets where she felt, even if unseen, him looking right at her.
With a permanent uncanny smirk due to lack of any lips, the skeleton once more covered up his upper face leaving his exposed jaw for all to see. His arms went limp on either side allowing the mangy sleeves to conceal the horrific blood encrusted bones from all eyes. Facing Seras with a now shadow encased face, the man nodded towards her. "My apologies for the rather disturbing look, but this is what I am, maybe in due time I will recover what I use to be, but for now..." with a low chuckle he rising up one hand, gave into a half mocking, half graceful bow. "My name is Sir Arram, I am the only guardian left from the castle of Darkness."
Upon hearing the title of Alucard's castle, Seras falling back more, watched him with very cautious eyes. "guardian..." her voice faded as he rising his hand, nodded towards her. "Yes I know, the horse, dog and dragon were reabsorbed when he had... well, side stepping from that, when he left nothing, I remained, binded by the coffin that was not absorbed as well, you still have it under watchful eye, don't you?" he spoke in a soft tone making Seras watch him, unable to decided of her thoughts to this... zombie?
Hearing his low dark chuckle, Seras withdrew from her thoughts as her defenses went up. Watching her, he once more, nodded his head to her. "Like I said, I am the final guardian to your king, I may carry this appearance of a 'zombie' as you have so beautifully put it, but no, I am much more then a walking reanimated corpse." He spoke in a cool tone, Seras just watched him, she was very uneasy with the whole deal, it was a painful treasure when she had come across that coffin just laying beside Alucard's marble encased body. Now here stood this thing claiming to be the last guardian... the only other beside the coffin who had survived Alucard's absorption of all that was his, was Yuki... who now resided with Alexial as her husband in the lands of Oregon, one state down from where her mother Zuranna thrived with her own husband; Donovan.
Watching him, the pain began to press down upon her chest as she took a step back. her mind raced... and yet... she was to afraid to ask. With a small chuckle, Sir Arram looked to Seras. "Let me guess what is on your mind... might as well say it to get it off your chest, or in your standards, should I say breast?" to Seras's own surprise, a very faint smile seemed to tempt its way through her many walls of sorrow, depression and... just numb emotion. Yet... thinking of what he had truly said, destroyed any form of happiness.
Lowering her eyes to the ground, Seras parting her lips, tried... but... couldn't do more then think it...
with a deep sigh, Arram watched her. "You want to know what had happened to your king, correct? Where his body had gone and if he'll ever come back." saying those words like it was just a bland statement, Seras felt the tears brim her eyes as she turning her right side to the man, looked to the spot where Alucard had rested for eight hundred years. "Answer... me this..." Seras's voice was barely a whisper as she wringing her hands tightly together, continued to watch the spot her love had rested with glazed eyes. "... why... show up... after so many years... have passed... why not... sooner..." Seras's choked voice whispered.
Watching her closely, Arram turning his own side to Seras, they stood side by side with about ten feet in-between, facing the spot Alucard had stood. "Because... there was no point in showing up back then, but now is the best time, or rather really, the only time." He spoke in a hushed voice as his empty eye sockets scanned the white bones that littered the fog covered grounds. Seras swallowing her saliva to try and ebb the pain in her chest, even if only slightly... watched him weakly. It took much of her energy to even find her voice lodged in her throat. "the only time?" her voice squeaked as she gave a timid sideways glance to the man near her.
With a heavy sigh making a few flecks of dried blood to drift out into the chilly night air. Upon finishing the breath his body did not need, Arram slowly turning on the ball of his heels, fully faced her, even with that permanent smirk, she saw the solemn expression upon his features. "Lady Seras, there is a way to bring him back."
Arram with a small noise watched as Seras with a weak cry passing her lips, crashed to her knees as she turning her head, fully looked to him with crimson tears leaking from her eyes, even though dulled from years of loss and sorrow... he saw it, not yet having fully died away.. even after all this time. She had not yet lost full hope. Seeing she was remaining silent, he took that opportunity to go on.
"I never showed for I could not, not until that statue crumbled... look, you see all these bones upon the lands, you know the reason of so many?" He asked as he looked at her. Seras hanging her head, nodded weakly. "When... those... that weren't of the war... stepped on this land... they died as if... their souls were sucked out." She whispered. Nodding his own head to her barely heard response, Arram slowly headed for her. "Their life energy and magic energy was fully consumed, gathering within that white shell, it took eight hundred years until enough was gathered to break that hold-"
"Please stop! Just stop!"
Arram fully looked own at Seras with a lost expression on a face with no flesh. Burying her face within her hands, Seras's body visibly trembled. "enough... please stop, it hurts... he's never coming back... Alucard is gone. He's gone and he... He's never going to come back!" Seras wailed as within hands, crimson tears began to seep through her fingers as the muffled sobs seemed to echo in this foggy environment. Arram standing there, looked down at her. Wit ha weary sigh, he rising a skeleton hand, rubbed his face slowly. "Seras... he can be brought back... but you need to be much stronger then this."
Watching her continue to weep within her arms, Arram with a slightly annoyed breath, went up to her and kneeling upon a skeletal knee, cupped her chin into his boney right hand forcing her moist red face to meet his own. "I know it has hurt, the pain you've endured, the loneliness, the loss of your love, but listen to me... do not look away from me!" the sharpness in his tone made Seras, who was tempting to glance away, stared right at him with now slightly fearful eyes.
Seeing he had her full attention, his calm composure began to reclaim his form as his hand softened its grip upon her chin. "I see it hasn't died within you, that hope to see him, to be with him. It is possible, but listen to me, it cannot be done unless you regain the real you once more, the real Seras Victoria. Reclaim your throne as the first Undead Queen of Dracula, regain your hope." He spoke in a soft tone as the tears once more slid down her face yet this... Arram saw it, like soulless eyes regaining that glimmer of life... the dull red in her eyes began to bleed back to a proper crimson as she allowed that painful hope that was trapped within her heart, go.
Swallowing weakly as she fully ignoring the pungent odor of Arram, blinking her red eyes as she looked to his empty sockets where she felt his strong gaze. "What... do I have to do... to bring him back?" her voice whispered as she with a shaky hand, rested her flat palm upon her stomach as it felt fluttery and ill at the same time.
Even though with only a skull to show expression, she felt him smile as he wit ha faint squeeze to her chin, released and slowly with many cracks of his bones, rose tall once more. "I first must explain to you why the life force and magic was needed. Best sit, this information, though boring, and possibly a bit painful, will be of use to aiding in his revival." Spoke Arram as with a small noise, Seras sitting promptly on her rear, looked up at him like a child awaiting a bedtime story... the hope, oh god the hope she had in those crimson eyes. It made a deep burning joy rise within Arram's chest as he taking in a breath, looked to her.
"As soon as he had been petrified to that marble coffin, it took a year for the barriers of draining to come up, they have always been within the castle of darkness's domain for this very if not similar circumstance were to take place. Seeing as it had, they rose up and began to draw any and all energy that was not related to those aiding in the war, right into the undead king's marble tomb. After eight hundred years of gathering the life energy, the tomb was not capable of holding such an energy and thus shattered and awakening me to aid in the finish."
Seras looking at him, sighed weakly as she rising her left arm, timidly began to wipe the tears away. "so... why do you need me?" she whispered as she looked at her arm that now held her blood tears.
Sighing, he watched her... "Because, you hold fond memories of him, you hold his blood within you, your powers are connected to his own, and... because you are his Queen, his wife." Looking up at him, she did have fond memories of him, his sadistic nature, his caring touch even if dark and seemingly cruel to others. He was always there for her, always... blinking the suddenly blurry eyes, Seras with a small sound leaving her lips, looked to the ground as a glistening white femur resided nearby.
Seeing she was not going to talk or do anything other then stare at the ground, Arram looked down at her, he knew time had passed, but he didn't think she would fall into such a state of despair, even the hope that once more sang in her soul wasn't enough to lift this veil of misery and pain that resided in her aching heart.
She no longer was the strong woman back then, but more of a worn, tired, sad miserable soul. Even though in the shell of an immortal... Seras's mind had seemingly gone back to the very state of a human who has given up on everything, even life. Arram eyed her hard as he made up his mind.
"Seras."
Seras sniffing looked up weakly just to go rigid as she saw the skeletal foot flying right for her.
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"So... what is wrong now?"
A man garbed in bondage lathered black clothing, stood there on the edge of the ruins of a lost city that over looked a large body of water. With his long tied back ebony hair blowing softly in the evening's breeze, his golden feline eyes narrowed slowly towards the water's horizon as a few gulls calling to one another flew in the distance of the clear orange sky. A woman who having spoken the words stepped close to his left side, wearing much similar clothing with a tighter fit on her slender petite form, her own black hair barely past her shoulder blades was also tied back and dancing upon the winds breath. With eyes concealed behind a pair of old circular red shades, she stopping a foot from the man's side, stared out as well.
The man taking in a slow breath gently brushed his left hand upon her own right making her smile as she pressed back. "You know... what's wrong, so why do you ask?" his low voice spoke with a very faint hint of dry amusement making the woman's smile grow a slightly bit more. With a faint lift and fall of her shoulders, the woman casually itched the back of her neck. "I don't know, maybe just hearing you say the troubles of the world eases the blow." She spoke gaining a faint snort from the man as he looking straight up saw a small pack of flying dragons glide over head, taking advantage of the evening's updrafts before they faded into the night, two youngsters, by how they flew, were no doubt on their first flight with their sires and older siblings.
"Who knew I'd live to see the day that dragons would fly over what was once Seattle." The woman whispered softly gaining the man's gaze as she continued to watch the giant winged spectacles fly over. "dragons, magic... life in general... how much longer do you think it is going to last?" hearing her words, the man sighing rose and rested his arm heavily unto her shoulders drawing her body against his rather roughly. Uncaring though, sighing deeply, she buried her face into his chest as he watched the dragons fade into the darkening sky. "The world... is decaying due to the imbalance, there is no hope... it's magic, it's very life... and with it's life dying, the life it holds will also fade. Even immortals will fade." With a small noise, the woman fully pressing her front into his side, wrapped her arms around his waist.
"Unless..."
Hearing her muffled voice, the man smiling nodded as he turned his feline gaze to the sky before them. "Unless, order is restored to both sides, unless a certain void is filled once more." Nuzzling his chest, the woman sighed deeply as she pulling her face from his chest, looked up into his gaze. "So tell me, why did you not take his throne? Maybe if you have, then this decay wouldn't have started." She spoke. A smile this time fell upon his lips fully as he rising his other hand, gently brushed away the loose strands of hair from her soft face. "Because, I am nothing like him, or at least..." drawing his face closer, stared into her eyes causing a faint red glow to her cheeks making his smile grow and his eyes slightly close. "... I am not anymore. Besides I hardly had the amount of power he had, so what to do with that empty void..." he purred softly as his lips barely missed hers. The woman smiling, closed her eyes and sighed deeply once more. "I guess, enough time has passed, maybe we can see if that statue has cracked yet."
Hearing the violent crack and screech of rocks rubbing, the two glanced hard to the right as three of the blown out sky scrapers began to crash down hurling huge plumes of dust and debris into the oncoming night air. All playfulness faded as they standing tall watched the ruins around the crash get swallowed in dust. "the decay is starting to spread, we must move." The man spoke as he squeezing the woman's shoulder roughly, fell away from her as she watching him, nodded and with a weary breath passing her soft lips, the woman closing her eyes rose her face to the sky as her body began to blaze with slow moving blue flames as her body consumed in darkness, began to grow.
Within minuets, as the final rays of the setting sun fled the sky, a shadow of a massive dragon with angelic wings took to the air as upon her back, a man laid, holding onto her flexing wing joints. Once a owner of the last touch of the magic world of old, and second in command of Hell, both of them left, once more together, and once more, facing what seemed another end of the world they so loved dearly.
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Red pain shot through her body as the foot making contact with her ribcage, sent her flying hard into the air. With a loud cry, the undead crashed hard into the ground skidding a few feet before coming to a stop in the wild grasses twenty feet from where Alucard had once rested. Seras though, didn't move, she laid there with utter loss and shock upon her face as the scrapes along her body bled slowly, not mending at all like they should due to lack of taking in proper blood.
Arram though walked slowly right for her, uncaring that his skeletal feet crushed the old ivory bones that laid scattered all over these wild grounds. "Get up!" His voice barked as Seras hearing him coming, curled into a small ball, her wide fearful eyes looking at his concealed skull with utter fear. "I said get up!" coming right upon her, Arram lifted his foot once more.
And once more, Seras went flying another twenty feet crashing violently onto her back. scrambling into a sitting position with blood dripping down her face from the rocks grinding her flesh, the undead taking ragged breaths watched fearfully as Arram lowering his leg, turned and headed for her once more. "I am done playing, no royal especially you should ever be like this!" his voice roared as the very anger poured from his form. Even if a skeleton with a cloak upon him, he was terrifying to Seras who scrambled back hard.
Arram coming closer, stopped and watched Seras as she uttering a small cry, curled back up into a tiny ball. With a cruel laugh, he watched her shiver before him. "Your king was pathetic, I highly doubt he was the 'true undead' that I heard of, I have wasted my time coming here." He growled loudly as Seras whimpering, curled up even tighter, her wounds still not mending as she now held two broken ribs.
Watching her, Arram gave into a very deep growl. "he doesn't deserve life, I should take that life force gathered for myself and become the new undead king, that 'master' of yours is nothing more then a washed up old relic. Honestly I believe he should have died much sooner then he had." Sneered Arram as he rose his foot once more, taking aim to Seras's side.
Seras screamed this time as she went flying into the air. Crashing hard onto the rocky ground feeling the small sharp rocks scrape away her flesh like sandpaper, with a loud cry, Seras came to a dead stop as her head crashed into a very large object. Laying upon her back, ribs busted, a compound fracture to her left shin allowing her precious life to seep out heavily, Seras's eyes gong wide, stared right up at the black marble encased body of a terrified Maxwell... lathered in ivy, he bore no cracks like Alucard had. The very enemy for so long, having been taken down by Alucard's ultimate sacrifice, he was trapped within that shell forever. If Maxwell hadn't put that spear in her... if she could have held him off, maybe then Alucard would be...
Hearing his dark laughter, Seras's eyes shot back forward as Arram began to head for her, his hood having fallen down, exposed his crusty skull with that uncanny toothy grin. "Ah yes, now that was a true leader, leading demons from Hell to consume this world. He was the very reason 'Lord Dracula' even fell at all. That man is the true undead king, not the former servant of the Hellsing family." Sneered the skeleton as he coming to a stop ten feet away, watched her.
Seras stuck at the feet of the fallen Maxwell, stared with unseeing eyes to the skeleton as her mind was racing... memories of old slammed through her aching skull... Maxwell having speared her, she going into the darkness... Waking up to see Alucard had sacrificed himself... No, Alucard didn't fall due to the marble encased monster behind her. He had fallen because of her. Her eyes cleared up as she blinking, looked fully to this zombie before her, yet... no longer with her eyes filled with pain, terror or misery... but an old fire that was starting to rekindle once more.
"Shut up..."
Arram chuckling coked his head slightly to the side, "Beg pardon, what was that you pathetic leech?" he sneered. Seras gritting her teeth, gave a small growl. "Shut... up..." with a heavy groan, the undead slowly began to push herself once more to her feet as best as she could due to the many fractures within her body. Arram began to full outright laugh as he watched her. "Oh and what are you going to do? You can't even stand upright on both legs." He sneered. That small fire within her eyes, began to blaze even brighter. "Shut up... just... shut the fuck up!!!" the Queen's voice rang loudly through the night air as the blood continued to slowly slip down her torn body. Arram continued to laugh as he watched her. "Should I be afraid? The only one I should fear is the true man that resides behind you, I will only give respect to the one who brought down that old relic, Dracula!" he cackled loudly.
No! Seras's mind screamed as she watched this cloaked figure before her. Maxwell had nothing to do with the sacrifice... Alucard gave himself to save her own soul.
"Maxwell didn't do anything! He was nothing but a monster!"
Arram chuckling watched her. "Oh? Really? Then who was it?" he sneered as he rising his foot, began to slowly walk for her. Seras clenching her fists tightly, refused to look away from this man as the fire within her slightly flickered. Seeing her stall for an answer, Arram coming to a stop five feet from her, watched her cruelly. "Yes dear leech? Do you have something to tell me, wish to pay your respects to the new king?" he spoke with malicious delight in his voice.
The fire within... roared!
A heavy wind began to gather as Seras, becoming consumed by shadows... hung her head as upon her very body... faint tendrils of red light like steam, began to rise from her form. Arram sneering watched her as upon her shadow encased face, starting as red slits, two blazing red eyes drew open. "Maxwell didn't aid in Alucard's fall... I did! But I will not allow anyone else to take his place!" Arram chuckling watched her as he felt her power finally rise high enough to be felt, and it kept growing.
"How do you intend to do just that? You're alone, no one is here to defend you, to stand beside you, do you feel brave enough to face darkness by yourself? How can a Queen of a fallen King keep others from taking his place, and why would you want to if you were the one to aid in his fall in the first place?" Arram yelled cruelly.
The red glow that looked like steam from her body, blazed to a violent roar of fire. A wave of boiling heat shot forth as all the wild grasses residing on these lands of death became a roaring inferno of fire as bones turned to grey ash. The fog lifted instantly as with grinding moans, Seras's broken shadow encased body began to mend. Arram falling back hard watched his cloak burn into nothing but ash within seconds as his skeletal body fully exposed began to singe. Throwing up a barrier as fast as he could, he watched her. Seras's dark powers fully awakening once more, the lands once just sheathed with the touch of silence and death, now screamed of terror, nightmares, blood.
Yet...
As quickly as it all had happened, the heat faded, the fires died, the glowing ebbed and Seras steaming, staggered weakly backwards. Her crimson eyes were worn as her long blond hair having been cropped by the fires touch, hung back like so long ago as her body... no longer wearing simplified black clothes nor cloak, the undead Queen, wore a dark crimson police like uniform with steel toed crimson boots, light grey gloves, and blood red stockings. Her eyes watching Arram, Seras stumbling, crashed her back hard against Maxwell's form as her energy was near depleted from the sudden reawakening and lack of any true blood within her.
Hearing his deep chuckle, Seras watched the skeleton who, fully exposed from the fires of her dark powers, headed for her in a slow manner. "So..." he spoke with a voice no longer menacing, nor cruel. "... you are the reason Dracula had fallen." He spoke, Seras with worn eyes, just watched him. She felt the darkness within her once more, like a comforting cloak, as if, even though gone, her love was there, embracing her... yes, that was true what Arram had said. Closing her eyes Seras gave into a slow sigh. Her powers were from Alucard's very own, so in a way, he was still... Oh god Seras was thirsty, her stomach gurgled deeply a images of ripping someone's blood lathered throat out and gulping down the sweet nectar of life... the undead royal's mouth began to water as her soft lips gave way to a small smile.
Feeling him come closer, Seras not even opening her eyes, chuckled softly. "Thank you." She murmured. Arram coming to a stop, stared down at her and chuckled back. "You are welcome... now, seeing you are fully restored to your true ranks of power, no doubt you are famished." He spoke with a dark note in his voice. Seras opening her eyes, looked up right at Arram as he stood there. "yes... yes I am."
Arram nodded down to her and held forth his left hand. "then shall we?" he smirked as Seras watching him, slipped her hand into his and with a grunt, he pulling her to her feet, the two, a skeleton and a vampire royal walked off, side by side. After eight hundred years, it was time to try and revive a fallen king.
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