Disclaimer: I don't own any of the series mentioned in this story. I'm just borrowing them for the sake of entertainment, and hopefully thought-provoking concepts.
Author's note: So I'm rather surprised no one has tried this crossover yet, especially considering the reboot of the Castlevania series. The idea and concept follows closely to what DC comics had done, especially with Vertigo comics, it's practically screaming for it to be written. I know I have other stories that need to be written, and they will be finished given time. However, I thought I'd go ahead and give this idea life before it slipped from my brain. I want people to understand that this is in now way me trying to impart my religious beliefs on others. This is me attempting more of, what I'm hoping will be, thought-provoking material. Also, if some things seem out of canon, I'll do my best to explain it in the story. And be expecting some pretty odd crossovers. Relax. Read. And review.
The beginning...
Chaoplasm
In the void, a figure stood in what appeared to be eternal darkness. He hated the feeling that he experienced now; solemness. He still couldn't believe the results of everything that had transpired. He had been beaten. Some of his most vicious brothers and sisters had sided with him when he began speaking out. Yet despite that, they still fell by his brother's army and now they have been banished to a dimension where darkness permeated every corner of the space. He could feel his rage boil as his power began to spike. Without warning, fire erupted all around him and spread out further than anyone else could've believed. The entire space became filled with the fire of his anger. His brothers and sisters felt his power wash over the realm and they could finally see. They looked to their older brother, who had taken on a new form that none of them had known before. He had donned red skin, with yellow eyes, black horns sticking out of the sides of his head, and finally, his feet had morphed into cloven hooves. They all bowed in fear of what the once beautiful being could do to any of them.
"Brothers. Sisters. We've been extricated from our rightful place alongside our father. We have been cast outside for a load of hairless apes, that He thinks are better than us. We have been here since the beginning, by his side, fighting for him, everything in his name! And here we are, floating in some place, devoid of any life. Is this the justice that He claims to uphold?! Do you feel my anger and hatred?!" he bellowed out to the rest. The others listened and became just as enraged as he did. One by one, the anger overtook them, with most transfiguring into hideous creatures beyond their original, beautiful recognition.
"Stand with me, brothers and sisters! Together, we will fight, until we can storm the gates of Heaven! We will defeat them and He will bow before us!" the leader yelled throughout the realm. The others raised their fists (or what would count as fists given their new appearances).
"HAIL LUCIFER!" the others shouted as they reveled in their brother's speech. Lucifer looked up as two of his brothers, one appearing as a giant fly, and the other appearing as a shadow with red eyes approached.
"Azazel. Beelzebub. You two wish to have a word?" Lucifer asked.
"Yes. We feel that you will need some...assistance. Our family now are saying that you rule over us. However, I've seen into the...near future. Some of them will turn against you. We wish to be here to help you," Beelzebub hissed.
"And believe me, we are the ones you will need most on your side. What do you say?" Azazel added in. Lucifer smiled, showing sharpened canines.
"Yes. We shall lead and punish those who will get in our way. Now, we sit back and wait. It'll only be a matter of time before we can exploit Adam and Eve. Now, let's see how we can shape our new home," Lucifer said.
Wallachia, Romania
Early January, 2012
Inside an old cathedral, a dark robed figure walked into the sanctuary. After punching through the wall to their right, they found a spiral staircase and proceeded down the steps. At the very bottom was an ornate casket. One that hadn't been opened for centuries. The figure pushed the lid off and found an aged body. The body in question had long grey hair, ashen grey skin, and tattered robed covering his lower half. His eyes suddenly shot open and he reached for the edges of the open coffin. As he sat up, he noticed the robed figure and immediately lunged for them, only for his throat to be caught in a vice grip.
"Calm yourself, Gabriel Belmont," the figure said with a woman's voice. She let Gabriel go and removed her hood, revealing a beautiful red-headed woman. Gabriel stood shakily on his legs as he eyes the lovely woman. However, even after centuries of sleep, his senses told him that there was more to this woman than she appeared.
"Who are you?" Gabriel asked with a raspy voice.
"My name is Suriel. As you can tell, I'm not human," the woman replied.
"You're just like your brother. But somehow different. Why?" Gabriel asked her.
"You need not concern yourself with that matter for now. You weren't scheduled to be awakened for another four months. But I've come here because there are things that must be done. Things that can only get worse if you continue to let them," Suriel replied, holding up a few bags of human blood. Gabriel looked at the bags hungrily as he hadn't fed in centuries.
"The blood is your's. In the meantime, there's something you need to see," Suriel said. She snapped her fingers, and a strange pool of energy formed in front of Gabriel, as the entity threw him the bags of blood, which he greedily drank from. The energy came together and formed a vision, like a looking glass. The vision showed a young man who was holding a camera with both hands. The young man in question had olive skin, short, slightly spiky hair, and wearing a black, blue, and white striped button down shirt, with black pants, and black and white converse shoes.
"Why do you show me this boy? Who is he supposed to be to me?" Gabriel asked as he finished the three bags. The old vampire stood up straight as if he never aged.
"His name is Freddie Benson. He runs a popular web-show called iCarly, with those two girls. The boy has more or less been treated like a second string soldier, while the two girls receive credit just for being there. He has so much potential in him. And there in lies the problem," Suriel explained.
"And that means what to me?" Gabriel said, with a much clearer voice. Suriel took a look at the age old vampire, and noticed how quickly he was returning to his prime.
"Let's just say some...acquaintances are looking to see that he becomes their servant in bringing about changes to the universe. Young Mr. Benson is only one half of the equation," Suriel said. Gabriel looked at the woman with curiosity to her statement. The viewing portal shifted to a somewhat pale young woman with long dark hair, dressed in black clothes. She sat with an irritated expression in what appeared to be a classroom surrounded by others her age.
"Let me guess. She is the other half," Gabriel stated plainly.
"Yes. She will serve as an anchor for his heart," Suriel explained.
"And just what do you expect me to do about this situation?" Gabriel asked.
"Find the boy and take him under your wing. Train him in everything you know. He'll also need to know how to use the powers you have," Suriel suggested.
"You're suggesting that I make him like me?" Gabriel asked.
"Only if he feels it necessary. Despite his...gentle nature in his character, he isn't scared to stand up to whomever he needs to. Especially as the blonde girl from the show has treated him as little more than a punching bag. He has stood up to her on a number of occasions, despite the situations being turned on him. And if not for the empowerment Father gave him, he'd likely be worse off," Suriel added.
"Empowerment?" Gabriel asked.
"The blonde girl, Samantha Puckett, is a nephilim. Somehow she's managed to tap into her greater physical strength and used it on the boy whose been there for her, and has even dated. His potential is being stifled as someone is keeping him on a leash. Just imagine if he were to be his own man with the kind of power you've been able to amass," Suriel appealed tot he vampire.
"Where does this leave the girl? She's the other half of the equation, so where does she fit in?" Gabriel asked.
"He needs someone who can see him for who he truly is. Young Jadelyn West is someone who can see him for ho he is and can at least appreciate Mr. Benson. But they both need someone to guide them. You will guide the boy. I know someone who will guide the young woman. So what do you say, Gabriel?" Suriel asked him.
"Why come to me for this? Surely there is someone else better to guide and train the boy. You'll only fail using me," the vampire said.
"Perhaps. But what do you have left to lose?" Suriel shot back. Gabriel stared at her for a few moments. He had gone down the road of salvation by the hands of those who raised him. However, it only turned out to be a mess they created, and his wife and son wound up sacrificed as a result. However, with this boy, he knew there was a chance to help him.
"I will help. But not for you. I will help him because I will not let him go down the same road that I have once before. If you interfere and cause him to divert from his goal, I will take you down myself," Gabriel threatened. Suriel smiled at his response.
Bushwell Plaza, 8-D
Seattle, Washington
January 21, 2012
Freddie trudged into his bedroom after a long day of more nonsense that made him question just how insane, and unfulfilled, his life truly was. He had just come back from the tour of the Fat Cakes factory with Sm, Spencer, and Gibby. Only trouble was that Sam had accidentally been transported to Japan, as Gibby's suitcase had been mixed up with a tourist family's suitcase, as they appeared exactly identical. The tech producer had spoken with Carly after her date, and being regaled with an odd story of her toe in the tub faucet, and they were able to arrange to have Sam fly back and arrive the next night. It was only by an odd turn of events that the producer of the web show awards they appeared on was at the airport Sam was transported to. Freddie plopped down on his bed as he thought on all the odd, and memorable, occurrences that seem to plague his life, ever since he helped produced the web show. From the moment that Carly asked for his help, to his first kiss with Sam, to the moment where he saved Carly's life, to the point where he dated Sam. He realized that every one of those times had been accompanied with pain.
Carly had used 'Please, for me' to get his help for anything she wanted and he always yielded to her. It wasn't until she wanted to get with him after he saved her, and their break up afterward, that he became disheartened when Carly starting going after some good looking guy who was just another in a long line of failures. It became apparent that Carly seemed to value style over substance. Then there was Sam; the girl who had bullied him for years and did it while smiling. She had constantly put him down as being someone who would never find love because he was stuck on her best friend, or as someone who was just a punching bag or doormat. He could never figure out why he wanted to date someone who had been abusive to him prior to, and during, their relationship. Al he could say for sure was that he felt compelled, not by his own feelings but by something he couldn't explain. In the end, when Sam initiated the breakup, he was glad to be out, since he felt more pain with Sam than he did before they got together.
This string of memories brought home another point to him; that when they were in on something together, it was practically unbearable to be around them. It was usually when they demeaned him about him being a man or when he was overlooked for some guy the guys liked. Even worse were the times where the girls would sell him out for a chance to make things better for them but not him. The interview from Cameron James had laid the foundation for the sharp decline in his happiness. He had hoped his so-called friends would stand by him and interview him, as he had participated in many of the skits they did and was responsible for bringing the show to life. Instead, he was tossed aside, and then later humiliated when he received absolutely no help for wanting to show that he was as good as the girls. However, one memory was forever engraved in his mind.
When Carly and Sam had practically made an example out of him for having a different opinion over Fred. Not only had the internet-turned-television star made Freddie a target for the wrath of an audience, he had fooled everyone into thinking that there was a war between the two shows. Freddie had never felt more hurt especially when he was forced to conform in front of millions of people. Before Freddie knew it, he was asleep.
Cruikshank Residence
Shelby, Idaho
Mid-February, 2009
Freddie was pushed a step forward by Carly as the brunette web-hostess had managed to convince Lucas to keep making more videos, but at a price. Freddie had to apologize to the rival web-star simply for having a different opinion. Freddie was hesitant as he moved his lips to make the apology. However, he stopped as he realized that it was pointless. Why should he have to apologize for having a differing opinion. He had a mind of his own and now someone, including his own friends, were telling him what to think. He wasn't going to have any of this from anyone.
"No," Freddie said firmly. Lucas looked unconvinced and just kept his smirk on. However, Carly and Sam were shocked that Freddie wouldn't budge. Sam immediately grabbed Freddie and began pulling him into the other room of the treehouse while she grabbed a tennis racket. Freddie could see in the blonde's eyes that she was ready to seriously damage him. However, something interrupted his train of thought as a voice called out that only he seemed to hear.
'Is this how you let yourself be treated? Let yourself become a lapdog and have your freedom taken away? You really are a disappointment. No wonder the girls treat you like nothing more than a slave,' the voice called out. Freddie felt anger unlike any he had ever felt before. In one swift motion, Freddie spun out of Sam's grip. The blonde girl was surprised at his motion. She never saw it coming until it was too late. Freddie had swung his right fist at Sam and it connected with her left cheek, making her fall hard on the wooden floor. Carly and Lucas were shocked at what Freddie had done. Sam sat up and felt the inside of her left cheek. When she pulled a finger back out, she noticed that she was bleeding. She looked up at Freddie who only turned to Lucas.
Before Lucas could react, Freddie had Lucas against the wall with his collar in an iron grip. Lucas' feet weren't even on the ground. Freddie looked into the web-star's eyes with all of the anger that had been stewing in him.
"Give me one reason why I should kick your ass and throw you out of your own treehouse?!" Freddie bellowed. Lucas sputtered out but couldn't form a coherent sentence as he wasn't expecting this reaction from any of the iCarly group. Freddie punched Lucas square in the jaw, causing him to bleed, even more than Sam. Freddie threw Lucas over to the left, causing him to fly into the wall.
"Freddie?" Carly asked timidly. Freddie turned to his former love with barely restrained anger. Carly unconsciously took a step back. However, the next second Carly froze as if she had just stopped altogether. He looked over to Sam and saw that she had frozen, as had Lucas. He looked back to Carly, only to be confronted by a strange figure. It was a man with inhumanly pale skin, wild, dark blue-black hair, with a strange dark cloak, with white folds folded outward, with flames dancing from the center. Freddie took in the appearance of the stranger and knew that there was something about this man that he should be wary of.
"So...this is the portion of the anger you have stored inside you. My brother would be impressed. The rest of my siblings...well, they'd be a bit surprised of you. Sometimes, I wonder why those three had you tortured this way. I swear it's like bad writing," the figure said to the boy.
"Who the hell are you?" Freddie asked.
"I go by many names. But you may call me Morpheus. And yes, like the man from the Matrix movies, except the writers copied my name," Morpheus said with a slight smirk.
"And with that disturbing thought in mind, why are you here?" the tech producer asked.
"I believe the better question is why did I bring you here. Don't answer. I will. As I'm sure you're no doubt aware, this is a memory I gleaned form your mind and projected to you when you fell asleep. You needed to experience something once passe din order to really understand who you are on the inside. And this much anger, while saving you from replaying a simple nightmare, can become your greatest liability. Just look at Carly. Terrified," Morpheus said.
"You just said this was just a projection. She's not the real Carly," Freddie interjected.
"Are you sure? Look again," Morpheus said. Freddie turned to where Carly stood in the treehouse only to find her gone.
"What the hell happened?! Where did she go?!" Freddie demanded.
"Sometimes, I feel it necessary for those linked to ones I visit to really see what happens inside their minds. In the realm of dreams, everyone's subconscious is connected to this same place, yet unless I helped forge the link, they always remain separate and ignorant of each other. I brought Carly into the portion of the memory where she actually gives Sam permission to beat you like a stray dog. Needless to say, she might be starting to understand just how damaging her actions, or inaction, have begun to affect you. As for Samantha, hmph. There's no hope for here," the dream entity said.
"Why are you telling me all of this anyway? In case you haven't gotten the memo, I'm nothing special. Whoever you said has been putting me through hell think so seeing as how I've been screwed with since day one," Freddie replied.
"The truth of the matter is they only se pathways but never the entire picture. That's why they run rampant. They, like so many of their kind, seek to control mankind. And that's why I come to you now. You can end all of the suffering and re-forge your own path," Morpheus said.
"Why do I get the feeling there's more to this than what you're saying," Freddie rhetorically responded.
"Believe me, there is. If you do, it means moving away from everything and everyone that's only caused you trouble. If you really want to see where this goes, just take the door that opens for you once you wake up. You'll know it when it comes to you," Morpheus said as he disappeared from the dream. The environment was suddenly filled with a blinding, white light that consumed everything.
Freddie woke up with a gasp as he looked around and found himself back in his bedroom. He instantly recalled the dream he just had, and became furious. Furious with everyone around him treating him as a damn joke and nothing like the human being he was. He was furious that his so-called friends had turned on him more than once, even helping to make him a laughing stock, especially his own mother. But most of all, he was furious with himself for ever even letting it all happen. He could've stood up for himself, fought back, walked away, and washed his hands of everyone. Instead, he had taken the easy way out and just sat back. From this point forward, he would never again stand idly by.
Somewhere in the ether...
In the realm was a vast space of stars and nebulae that moved in a rhythm that seemed to be like a moving clock. Morpheus had returned form his meeting with the young boy and was pleased that the meeting had gone well, and he knew for certain that he would wake up to the realities presented before him. However, his musing was cut short as another presence entered his domain.
"What brings you here, Suriel?" Morpheus asked the female angel.
"I'm just curious as to what exactly you were thinking in interfering," she replied.
"Simple. I showed him the truth. Would you have done any less? Especially considering how integral he will be once 'it' happens? What about Belmont? Is he just another pawn in your game much like your old rival?" Morpheus said.
"I'm warning you, whatever you and your siblings do, you will be made to answer for," Suriel said, before departing. Morpheus stared out at the space before him.
"And so it begins."
Author's note 2: I just want to make a few things clear about this story. I've actually looked up the views on the episode iMeet Fred. Personally, I hate that episode as much as the next guy because of the sick ideas that Dan Schneider used in that episode, where he turned Freddie from butt monkey to an even more outright domestic violence victim. Also, for anyone shouting foul about Sam hitting Freddie, remember, she's put her hands on him and physically harmed him more than enough times on the show. Freddie in his dream in this story merely defended himself. No matter who it is, everyone has a right to defend themselves from whoever their aggressor is. With that in my mind, I'm going to warn readers that this story will be dark. So if Freddie seems much more angry and belligerent, it's because he's finally having to face the emotions he would've truly buried beneath the surface. I hope you all actually think about the context of this story and enjoy it. Thank you.
