This is my first uploaded story, so could you give constructive critisim?
Disclaimer: I do not own Drakengard the original or the sequel. If I did, Nowe would be more Caim-ish.
Summary: AU. Slash. Caim/Nowe. There is always a choice, another path to the one you are already on. Manah had already chosen hers. But Nowe needed a little guidance…Caim was there to give it.
"Talking"
Thinking
"Pact Partners"
"Dragon Speech"
This starts before Manah and Nowe meet Urick, just after they destroyed the Hallowed Water Key
The Voiceless Man & The New Breed
Nowe had been separated from Manah and Legna. Legna seemed to agree with Manah's course of actions. She was determined, and would continue no matter what he did or thought.
The young man, barely into his majority didn't know what to think. He wanted to trust her, and follow her. But…
The brown-haired teenager looked up at the dark sky. He had travelled for several days alone. He never knew the world was so big…even when on Legna's back the earth beneath had seemed small.
A sigh escaped his lips…this was a city. He had already been inside the walls. Thankfully he was not yet infamous, leaving him able to roam freely. There were rumours of an ex-Knight lurking around here. But he didn't care for it.
Manah wanted to destroy all the keys, the seals to free the people…yet he didn't know what to do.
"Verdelet…he deceived me…I offered to become the seal…not for the sake of humans…it was for…it was for…"
Nowe straightened upon hearing the whisper of a voice. He got to his feet, off the cold floor that he'd been sitting on in the back alleys.
"…Caim…Caim…I cannot see…where are you?"
It didn't seem like it was coming from anywhere…it felt like someone else's thoughts in the back of his skull.
"…Who…who are you?"
Nowe was focused on the voice, it sounded female…but it reminded him of Legna.
"You are not Caim…not my partner…Caim! Caim!" she –the voice- started screaming. This horrible crying in his head made it hurt, Nowe's legs gave out from under him…tears feel from his eyes, he didn't know why these weren't his feelings…were they hers?
"Angelus?"
Another voice, but Nowe was in terrible agony, there were chains tight and horrible against his body, holding him down…he wanted to be free…he wanted to fly in the sky again…but they would not break.
There was some strange power…it felt like the key only much stronger it was pushing down on his soul, crippling him…
How can he-Nowe's own soul reacted and writhed until it imploded with absolute power, shattering the chains holding him down, breaking the magic that locked him away…the outer seals crumbled from the inside out.
The man that had been examining him earlier fell backwards as bluish white energy came from the young form before him. A voice sounded in the man's head, his pact partner…his red dragon.
"…New Breed…it is the…New Breed…" she fell silent again. The man, had only one working eye, the other was blank and blind. He wore a cloak, and carried a massive bloodstained sword. This was the 'hero' of eighteen years ago…Caim. The voice was his dragon Angelus, the current Goddess.
Caim studied the body as the child fell unconscious. Deciding to find out what had just happened, and why his mere presence had lightened the weight on both of them, he lifted the surprisingly light body finally noticing a serrated black short sword. He'd worry about that later and possibly come back for it. But for now he carried the boy bridal style out of the city, to a small abandoned home.
There he waited for the child to wake up. Angelus did not sound at all either, as though she had been rendered unconscious same time as the boy.
Manah turned to look at Legna, who was looking at the short sword painfully. The blood was dry…and there was no body.
Legna seemed mournful and disappointed. He decided to accompany her, while fooling the girl into thinking she helped her own kind, when she was merely an accomplice to the dragons' rise to gods.
For this she could have a place in their world…
Nowe walked beside Caim. He couldn't speak vocally, but the twenty-six years younger male could somehow tap into his pact-communication.
"Where are we going?"
"Somewhere special."
Caim was growing rather fond of the blue-eyed boy. Whenever Angelus was coherent and not delusional, which happened less and less since Nowe had first encountered them, she seemed to be trying to push them together, invading his innermost thoughts and coming up with lurid observations and comments about the light brown haired male.
Honestly, if she didn't stop he was going to do something completely out of his bloodlust-driven personality by glomping the younger warrior…
He hoped they weren't somewhere public when he did that.
Nowe had gone silent again. Meaning he was thinking about the Priestess of the Watchers and his dragon guardian again. He'd eventually gotten over the fact it was Caim that had killed General Oror, but a conspiracy by Gismor.
He had gone back for Nowe's sword but it wasn't there. He'd managed to disturb the priestess though. Caim was impressed that Nowe could even lift his sword, and handle it adeptly. He had his own sword now, Flamberge.
While they were sleeping under a lone dead tree, Caim lay awake when something snuggled up to him. Angelus mentally shoved him, and he found his arms moving of their own accord until Nowe was pulled tightly to his body.
Hmm…warm…While drifting off to a peaceful sleep, a little random thought floated into his ebbing conscious. I wonder if this is why Furiae always insisted on being held…
Nowe opened his eyes by a crack he smirked. Nowe-Angelus: 1, Caim: 0.
Caim walked through the aged corridors and halls, still stained by imperial blood. The priestess, blue dragon and immortal had destroyed the key of Precious Light.
Angelus could see a light now. Well actually, she could see through Caim's eyes, or eye as the case was.
The 'hero' of the Imperial-Union war, and the 'traitor' who attacked the Holy Life seal three years ago was annoyed. Nowe had gotten lost after leaving the map in a chest just outside the previous Goddess's room. If he could still speak the old castle would be filled with colourful language, and the lost boy's name.
He eventually found Nowe sitting in front of the courtyard door leaning against it; the blue-eyed boy had fallen asleep. An undead soldier was standing watch over him, it seemed even the imperial ghosts were compelled to protect him. Something about a dragon in a human's body…
"He looks cute sitting there like that." Angelus commented sane at the present moment.
Nowe insisted the next day of opening the doors, even if there was a pair of Knights on the other side.
When Caim eventually opened the door for him, the Knights called the teenager a monster and demon, Caim didn't take kindly to that and they lost their human-shape to mangled flesh.
Nowe collapsed, much like the first time Caim had met him…then whitish blue light exploded engulfing the surrounding area in blinding pure energy.
Legna fell from the sky; Urick's legs gave out from under him. Eris felt her body tremble; Manah's entire body went numb. Elsewhere, Gismor's legs failed him, Leonard's eyes saw a vision of horror, Seere's body felt cold, and Arioch collapsed.
And in the place called Sanctuary, a red dragon was finally free. A voiceless man was happy, and a New Breed had begun to truly awaken…
So how do you like it?
