Holy Blood: Act Two – Red Sun, Pale Fire

Drakengard

This includes characters and races that are not mine. The © details are as follows:

Vox Vocis Cruora and the Elements Dragons are © to Voice-of-Blood AKA Unmercyful Death

Darling is © to FloodBait of Deviantart

Seraph is © to me

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Awareness

Vox winced, and Darling instantly stopped to hover and look back.
"What is it?"
The Blood Dragon shook her head, slowly, sadly.
"Seraph is unsealed. I can hear her Blood. It clamours for justice. She will hand it out herself…regardless…"
Darling narrowed his eyes slightly, tail swishing uneasily. He asks, even though he knows the answer, wishing that the Elements Dragon would refute it.
"Regardless of what?"
Vox sighed, and somehow managed a shrug conveying her despair.
"Regardless of who stands between her and Manah, she will burn that tool of the Gods, and after that…I cannot say."
The Elements Dragon shuddered, her blood red wings rattling, her griff folded low.
"I fear her Holy Blood may corrupt her. We must reach her before that happens. Maybe we can reseal her."
Darling flicked his wings to show agreement, but turned back just as he was about to fly on.
"And Manah?"
Vox Vocis Cruora allowed herself a tight, feral dragon smile.
"She will reap what she has sown."
The grey dragon sighed, rolled his shoulders, and motioned for Vox to lead the way. It went against his ancient brain-washed state of devotion to the empire to allow the Priestess of the Watchers to be killed, but his other half, the one more concerned for the world, knew that Manah had gone too far. They would allow Seraph her revenge upon the God's tool.