Flames of Seraph – Requiem to Eternal Burning
Drakengard
Seraph is © to me
Though not mentioned by name, characters belonging to others are hinted at, and thus © details are as follows;
Darling is © to FloodBait of Deviantart
Vox Vocis Cruora is © to Unmercyful Death (her fan fiction penname)
Drakengard and its canon characters are © to Square Enix
The wind sang as it swept past her, a requiem to her descent. Voices in the wind promised absolute wisdom, if only she could stop time to listen to them and learn all the world's secrets. Alas, such power was no longer hers to command; it had been stripped away from her as she had writhed within the flames of the Dragons. The wind sang so sweetly, though, so she felt no need to try and halt her downward spiral. In a way, it was justice. Finally visited upon her divided soul, meted out by a jury she had chosen herself. What more could one such as she ever wish for? What more had she ever truly deserved, then this final silencing? She closed her eyes for a short while, and listened to the wind. She was so high, so very high…Falling from here was doubly symbolic and just. So close to the root of her terror and division, so close to her goal…She regretted that she could go no further, but to live as she had been would have been nought but a living death, a frail soul trapped within a cage of blood. It seemed the story of her life was summed up in this one scene, to fall before the last hurdle. She opened her eyes and looked past her broken body, to the Dragons hovering still above her. So high above her…almost like angels, borne upon wings of fire, revenge and despair, the ones who had stayed to ensure she could not tarnish her sanity with her madness. She blamed not one of them; instead, she felt only a deep gratitude. They had saved her from herself, even though it meant her death. Her vision faded just as she fell too far to be able to see them anymore, and she let her head fall back to face the wind and its song again. If it were possible to do so, she would have smiled, her eyes dimming to white, yet serene as she passed from pain into bliss. Slowly, she pulled in her tattered wings, falling faster as a fire began in her flesh, eating away at her hurts, her memory, her shame, and her sorrow. In its wake was only acceptance.
She spoke, the words so quiet that she wasn't even sure if she said them of thought them.
"I am and always will be Seraph…I am only Seraph…"
The flames burned brighter, and the dying dragon fell like a burning star. Before her eyes slowly slid shut for the last time, before her last breath passed from her jaws, she whispered to the flames, urging them on.
"Burn me…Burn me away…"