Me: FINALLY! I have been trying to update for the past three weeks and everytime I tried, it either errored on me, failed, or just became corrupt, I swear this chapter is cursed... then again, by how I have made Alucard into the most evil of all evil beings.. maybe it is cursed, in any case though, thank you all for the wonderful reviews, I am sorry for the lack of updating, so here you go, enjoy!
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"I do believe that is a good look for you."
With a huff of agitation, what was once the man known as Maxwell, now sat on his haunches as a orange tabby with a white pentagram on his forehead. With his tail flicking wildly about to enhance his agitation, Maxwell's green brown eyes stared up, darting back and forth between both the forever color shifting dragon Goddess and Seras Victoria who; Maxwell had noted ,now wore the aura, look and feel of the true Queen of Darkness.
I must agree. Now young one.
Hearing her words shift, Seras blinking, stood tall as she fully looked at Lady Cascarilla as the dragon flared her six wings in a lazy gesture. Seeing to many eyes this soul when in his previous form, is noted as the destroyer of this world's balance and death bringer to the king of darkness, he shall not be going about with you with the name his human form had.
"I agree... Maxwell would stick out to much and many would wonder why he Queen of the King whom I had well... they would wonder why you have a cat named after your King's murderer."
Maxwell actually flinched as the back of Seras's long blond hair rose like a enraged animal as her carnivorous eyes of a predator shifted while she staring at him for only a split second, her eyes returned to normal as her hair settled once more on her upper back. closing her crimson eyes, the Queen unleashed a very deep breath before looking over to Lady Cascarilla "I also agree, but what should we call him then? And how shall the story go of him coming to join my side... I've wasted much time already, and more is yet to be needed to revive Alucard..." Seras spoke as her eyes scanned the horizon as its dark skies were being consumed by mornings touch.
I know, Arram will be bothered by your absence, especially with you telling him to remain put.
Seeing Seras's lost gaze, the Goddess gave into a slight dragon smile upon her slender muzzle. Why so surprised? I am the Goddess of this World, of Earth, I see all, feel all, hear all, smell all... as it does the same to me, thus the reason of my current condition and activation of this illusion. Seras sighing, smiled weakly recalling Cascarilla'strue form from the ravages of this world. "I have been meaning to ask... what is the true purpose of Arram? He just showed up with knowledge of things I didn't even know, and well... he has now the heart that sounds like Alucard's..." Seras fell silent as Cascarillasmiling, nodded to the Queen before her. Arram's place in this current existence will be revealed soon enough, though I do believe you are already starting to guess... As for your fallen Love, please never give up or give in, use your heart as well as his, combine two to make one to find the very path that you desire to take. You will soon understand what I mean, as for Maxwell; you have condemned the world, now make up for your mistakes by removing the taint, fixing the bleeding wounds and restoring the balance. As for a name, Alseides shall work for you.
"Alseides?"
Seras thinking the name in her mind while letting it roll along her tongue, smiled a she nodding looked to the feline formerly known as Maxwell. "Alseides, yes, that shall work... but my apologies Lady Cascarilla, but time is short and I need to recover the rest of Alucard before this world is fully consumed by the decay." Seras spoke as she with her left hand elegantly rising to her chest where her undead heart resided, the Queen of Darkness bowed gracefully to the Dragon as she rising tall, nodded to Seras. Then go, you, this world does not have much longer, give a good five months, then... this world is consumed and both I and she will perish in the clutches of this decay, taking all that thrive with our demise.
Go Seras Victoria, with book, Alseides, and your heart, help this world.
Go Seras...
Alseides giving a loud yowl, dug his claws into Seras's back as beating deeply on either side of him, huge black wings made from Seras's raw magick, rose and fell, pushing her through the cool morning air swiftly as her arms clutched the old book in her tight grasp. Crimson eyes forward, the Queen hardly noticed the sharp pain of feline claws in her back as her mind raced. Five months till the end, five months to find Alucard, five months to get that empty throne reclaimed... five... just five and that was it. Panic rose in her heart as she flew, could she pull it off that fast? It seemed so long ago when she had entrapped herself within her own castle, never emerging, having given up on life, never wanting to see light again, to feel fresh blood in her mouth, to never be ever again... Now here she flew in the breaking night sky, fighting to just live, to remain, to revive and to be remembered.
"Lady Seras?"
Seras taking a faint notice of Alseides's voice, sighed slowly. With the wind blowing harshly over their flying forms, speech was pointless, so a mind link was formed. "It's rather funny... life... always... just trying to drag you down when you even start to feel a faint bit uplifted.. it's really tearing at me." Hearing her words in his mind, the orange tabby still clinging for dear life upon the Queen's back, began to rumble his body with a deep purr. "Wasn't there a saying of sorts? Life makes you more stronger or weaker, depending on how you take it, or life is like a horse, if you fall from the saddle, do you have the strength to get back on and try again, or get trampled..." Feeling his tickling purr shiver up and down her spine, Seras couldn't help but smile.
As strange as it was, Maxwell... No, Alseides, was right.
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"Our ride has finally arrived."
Integra's crimson eyes glanced over from her small rental office as there through the huge picture glass window, she saw the helicopter with its rotors slowly spinning, resting in the center of the small paved airfield. With lights flickering all about, the woman's eyes went to the late afternoon sky, silently cursing the suns brightness always painfully surging heat into her eyes concealed behind shades. "Good. Load up what is needed and let us leave as soon as we can, we have found that Seras isn't here is Austria, we need to keep moving onward." Integra's sharp voice spoke as Walter came and joined her side, with his eyes also hidden behind shades, smiled slowly. "why the miserable feel, it seems as if you two were undead or something." Integra drawing her weapon without a second thought, swung around and faced the door as there stood a woman, wearing a simple red trench, blue jeans and black shirt as her long blue hair hung behind tied up. Golden red eyes dancing as her smile was kind, Integra lowering her weapon, smiled timidly to her. "Lady Zuranna, what brings you here? Isn't your domain in Washington?" Walter asked as he turning as well, faced the woman who was promptly sticking her pinky into her left ear to relieve a nasty itch.
"Yeah, it is... but well, Donovan and I are currently hunting down Hakuyaoshi, haven't heard of his whereabouts, have you?" the Queen of Washington grumbled as she examining her pinky, yawned and looked to the two with tired eyes. It was clear by how red her eyes were and the feel of her form and wind swept hair, she had flown here.
"Hakuyaoshi? We have no knowledge of where he is, but why do you both seek him out?" Integra spoke as she slightly narrowing her eyes, watched Zuranna, her mind pondering, even though undead and over eight hundred years old, the undead still confused her. Being so old, shouldn't they have knowledge beyond belief? Yet here Zuranna acted like a child practically, or rather, more so a teenager. Zuranna's gaze, though still tired, went stern and oddly amused as she looked at Integra fully. "We tend to retain how we were when we were changed, I was changed in my twenties... thus I act like an intelligent nuisance." With a faint shrug while Walter who was greatly confused, watched both women as Zuranna pulling a cigarette from her coat, eyed it with a look of pity towards the cigarette that was half crushed from who knew what.
Stuffing it back in, Zuranna chuckling, sighed a she nodded to them both. "well then, I am off, seeing you were here, I wanted to stop by and see if you knew anything, seeing you don't I must keep going. As for us trying to find Hakuyaoshi, simple, he did something, and now he must pay, so, farewell for now, and oh yes, I'm barrowing this, take care!"
Before Integra could deny, argue or yell to Zuranna, the undead royal slipped through the floorboards and was gone. Walter blinking, looked to Integra who growling, turned heavily and stared outside the window once more as a silhouette of a huge dragon flew into the sky. "Barrow? What exactly did she barrow Integra?" the young man asked as his concealed eyes held utter confusion. "simple, she took my box of cigars..."
Walter, as hard as it was, gave a harsh cough to try and suppress his laughter. Even after eight hundred years, Integra was still very possessive of her cigars like a Dragon to its lair.
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Darkness, light... swirling, always there, always...
A low breath passing pale lips made the swirling darkness and light shift about. Silence within this realm... there was no true peace, no true purpose of being. White eyes pulled slowly apart upon a bare form of nothing but a casing of pale wrinkled flesh upon a mere skeleton..
Seras...
The eyes stared out, blind, clouded. A soul that is fighting to remain, to stay as of current self. Amongst the swirling darkness and light, a faint shimmering of a blurred image flickered about. Teasing, taunting, making the soul screaming savage agony that rung in silence making the swirling mist shiver violently all about the still skeletal form. Hearing the soft ring of oh so familiar laughter filled with happiness, a voice, words unheard, but as if trying to gently coax the soul, caressing it making it want to come forth from this domain of swirling darkness and light. The flesh though untouched, both the body and soul could feel the soft warm palm stroke the wrinkled cheek. Always longing... silently crying out... Her face teasing, always there, always seen yet unseen. Blurred from fading memories, yet clear with the want to return, to touch that face that seemed from so long ago. Nameless, yet still loved, still cherished.
Seras...
With the unseeing eyes turning to the right, the corpse with a weak moan, stared at a arm, fully regenerated. Looking like that from a mid twenty year old male, muscles flexed, and twitched under the toned pale skin, yet the fingertips kept shifting, from new regenerated flesh, to dust, and back again. The swirling darkness and light, pulsated and rippled to a unheard heartbeat.
Seras...
The soul, ancient and fatigued, felt time was running short. That woman, though her face blurred in his memories, was trying, but would... fail.
Seras...
He had to get back. He had to find a way out of here. He had to...
"S... Seras..."
The single name, whispered softly passed the crinkled lips, cracked and capable of bleeding. All around, the swirling darkness and light began to swirl with shear agitation and what seemed; anger.
Taking in another shallow breath causing his skeletal chest to shudder, the soul encased in this shell felt like smiling. Even though silence was all around, a terrifying scream of shattering glass echoed wildly all around. The swirling darkness and light went still as branches of many cracks gathered along the colors surfaces. All around as the unseen eyes stared upward, the walls of darkness and light, crumbled away into nothing but true darkness. The sides of the corpse's lips curled upward in a small smile as with the eyes drawing shut, both body and soul slipped into unconsciousness.
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Seras screamed as she awaking violently, looked to the right within the old rundown house to where the thing that had awoken her resided. Alseides was no where in sight for being night, the feline was hunting for his meal for the night.
The undead Queen's crimson eyes rested upon Arram, whose body blazing a fiery red, thrashed in agony as his skeletal jaws parted, wailed a cry that would give most nightmares for weeks after. His cloak getting torn and shredded from his wreathing about, Seras weakly, rising to her feet, stood there frozen like a deer to headlights. She didn't know what to do... Her only way of finding and reviving her King, her Love, was laying on this rotting wooden floor, in pain.
With the crimson light flaring over his body like flames, Arram with a final agonizing scream, suddenly went limp. His body still ablaze, Seras swallowing weakly, inched timidly for his fallen form. No longer moving in any form other then the glowing red all over his body, Seras became uneasy with a thought of even if he was a skeleton; Arram may have just died.
"A... Arram? Hey... what's wrong, what happened?"
Her voice barely audible in this silent musty air, Seras came to a sudden stop as her wide crimson eyes saw his half uncovered body. Slithering blood veins, as black as the night sky, crawled all over the ivory bones as muscle tissue bleeding like a sopping wet sponge, followed after. That was all that was going on though... Arram continued to not move as his pulsating heart became encased in a chamber of lungs and muscle tissue. "Arram... please.. what's... going on? Arram?" kneeling timidly to the fallen man's left side, Seras looked his glowing regenerating form over, thankful his lower section was covered by his mangled black cloak.
A good solid hour flew by as Seras sat there, unmoving herself, she watched the regeneration take place upon this unconscious glowing man. The early morning moon still hung in the sky letting its rays to peak through the many small cracks in the falling apart ceiling as this house was part of a neighborhood left in ruin from a nearby decaying spot. With half shut eyes, still feeling groggy from lack of feeding, Seras watched Arram's still form with unseeing eyes. The flesh was just now starting to consume the face and upper chest as the crimson glow was no more then a dull shine. No longer the raging inferno it was a half hour ago.
Blood lathered hair hung all over the man's head both on the floor and upon himself. A good matt clung to his face allowing tendrils of blood to slip slowly down to regenerating flesh.
"Arram... come on... what's going on..."
Seras fatigued and ready to fall asleep, hung her head over the fallen man as she lost the battle of keeping her eyes open, and went on fighting with the growing fatigue. She needed to feed, this was the night to do such a thing, yet now with Arram in this current condition...
The body moved. Seras's eyes flew open, yet before she could do anything more, the Queen gave into a loud choking cry as a right hand, flying forth from the cloak's covering, clamped viciously onto her neck. Crimson eyes, wide with fear, stared at the hair lathered face that, though covered, was now completely regenerated flesh as was the rest of his upper chest. "A... Arram!" Her voice being mangled by the squeezing hand, Seras felt her neck bones being pushed to their limit before breaking. The man though, with a low growl, his pale lips curled into a very malicious grin as with the rise of his free left hand, pulled the strands of hair away as his eyelids pulling open... Seras giving a strangled cry, began to struggle this unearthly grip as eyes, as white as the haunting moon outside, stared at her, lacking any pupils as flecks of red sparked violently all over his bare body.
"Seras..."
The lips spoke the name in a wicked hiss as that grin of pure evil didn't lift. Seras struggling hard with her hands clutching the right arm as hard as she could, could do no more then watch his eyes as his grip upon her neck continued to tighten like a vice. She wanted to scream, to cry, to fight... the lack of blood though kept her energy beyond below the limit of even thinking to escape this man's grasp. All the Queen of all undead could muster... was a small mental link that was barely accepted into this man's mind. Linked, Seras, unable to scream physically, screamed mentally.
"Arram! What's going on with you?! Please stop! You're hurting me!"
Seras's blood went to ice as the only response given to her from her pleading cries...
Those pale cruel lips parted baring fanged teeth as wicked laughter filled the musty air as the man, still gripping her neck in his death grip, began to move. Treating her small form like that of a rag doll, uncaring the pain he gave her, Arram's body rose to his feet as Seras, upon her knees, clung to the arm weakly as the blood tears slipped down her face. Her lips and face turning a faint shade of blue as the blood began to drain. Upon looking around this desolate room that was rotting away from the elements, the man continued to sneer cruelly.
"So... this is the world above... already it's half dead."
Seras, with half shut eyes streaming with crimson tears, heard and was terrified of this man's voice. It was a mix... it was both of Arram's... and Alucard's.
"Ah the sweet melody of a woman's whimper, go on, please sing me your final song."
Hearing his cruel voice, Seras struggling felt the grip tighten even more around her neck. Blood vessels broke within her neck as the woman parting her lips to take in shaky breath had blood pooling from the corners of her mouth. Bones grinding loudly under his grasp... pain shuddered all through Seras's body as she finding her voice at last, screamed while the man whom she had trusted, laughed cruelly.
The rundown house's door shattered into nothing more then wooden shards as a man cloak in shadows stood there in the doorway. The late night moon's glow shimmered down onto this silent eerie land that was no more then seven miles from the nearby western decaying lands that have consumed all of China.
Skeletons from humans to griffins glowed hauntingly within the moon's touch as any surviving vegetation were mangled and twisted about as if torn with pain from within out. Not even the call of a cricket hung in this empty air of death and decaying flesh.
A vulture wouldn't feast within these lands. The shadow lifting his foot, stepped out onto the muddy soil making a few dry branches crack under his weight. Upon stepping out into the moonlight, his body fully cloaked in a torn up black wool cloak, the cruelly etched face that looked all to much like a certain vampire baring no pupils in his white eyes, grinned. With his ebony hair hanging behind him to his waist, the man lifting his hand, stared cruelly at the glistening blood that slipped down his fingertips. While watching the blood, red sparks began to sweep throughout the spilled blood upon his hand. The land all around gave a faint whisper as they all, from the dead creatures and vegetation to that which remained alive, began to bleed a red glowing liquid. Upon touching the air, the liquid turned to a glowing shimmering mist that pooled for the man.
His grin not fading at all, but growing, drew the hand to his lips and with a parting of his jaws, began to lick up the spilled nectar of life. The cloak no longer being the only form of covering his bare form, as the man fed on spilled blood, his body from neck down shined with a royal red glow. The black in the wool suddenly blazed a brilliant red as it repairing its frayed edges and holes, streams of gold etched with the old tongue of fire took to the cloaks trip as upon the back, a demonic eyes shinning as if able to see and near close to blinking, was brought forth also lathered in the old tongue.
Legs were covered by heavy royal black cloth retardant to fire as the upper body was encased in a royal dark maroon shirt of the finest qualities only a royal of old would ever be allowed to wear carrying the same properties as the pants. Golden hoop earrings hung on his earlobes as a amber teardrop clung to his right ear from a ear cuff dangled forth by a golden chain. With a good ten golden hoops clinging around a small gathering his long hair in the front right of his face, those cruel unseeing eyes stared forward to the decaying woods. His lungs taking a deep breath as a single gold ring of a demonic head took to his right ring finger, with nails elongated, pointed and tipped lack, the man smelled the death, the destruction and decaying of this world. With a faint twitch in his grin, the man laughed softly.
"I hear you there, you still wish to sing me more of your lovely song?"
Seras groaning weakly with her neck and upper body lathered in her now cold sticky blood, leaned heavily against the weak doorway making in groan in agitation. Taking in ragged breaths as her bones groaned and grinded within her neck making her want to vomit as they were tempting to mend as quickly as possible. With the feeling of something alive and shifting in her neck, Seras with weak crimson eyes, watched this man's back as he continued to laugh softly within the cold air. Having forgotten to close the mind link she had made to try and contact Arram during the change, it had remained open when whoever this was, attacked her and allowed her into his thoughts of plenty.
She didn't understand most of what she had seen, yet... by being so close to where Alucard's soul was being imprisoned; the Decaying lands of China. It somehow found its way from its prison and into the very being of Arram, consuming, taking control. Arram's own self was taken into the dark soul of Dracula and then the regeneration took place. She understood one thing, with the throne of light still unclaimed, this man before her was the soul she had sought, yet, this was not Alucard.
"Being a demon of the world above, you can smell it, can you not? The death of this world, it's all around us. Take the decay as if a clay, easy to mold seeing it has lost its strength. What happens to dry clay when wet? Hmm, no answer, well, it erodes, it washes away. The humans have become the rain to this world which is the clay, are you capable of following me little demon of the water realm?"
with a heavy bellow of his crimson cloak, the man turned sharply around as his white eyes, glowing like the skeletons in the haunting moonlight, grinned wickedly towards Seras.
"So, you are the Queen of all the darkness this world has to offer, I must say, from what I see, the darkness in this world could use some help. So tell me, mistress of darkness, where is your so called 'King'?"
Seras, even tough in pain, terrified, and weary from lack of feeding; She couldn't help but smile weakly towards this man, causing his white eyes to give a odd look towards her. Oh how she wanted to just raise her hand and point at him, to speak and tell this man, that he himself is her King, or more so... was.
The odd stare he gave, faded as fast as it had come. Straightening his entire body, that oh so cruel grin returned to his pale lips once more. "He must have fallen in a rather pathetic way. What happened, he give himself up to save his 'Queen'? No King nor Queen of Darkness should ever sacrifice themselves for the simplistic sake of love. Enough talk of mindless bantering, what shall I do with you... your kind no doubt is the only ones who will tempt to stop me. I've seen to many of your condemned souls come to my realm and join my league of Demons."
Hearing his voice speak coldly, Seras's smile turned slightly crooked. "The only ones... there is more to the beings of darkness then just us demons of the water realm. Also... do you like to hear yourself talk or something, if not, can you please shut up? You're giving me a headache." She knew now whom she was standing before of at this moment and time. With the unclaimed throne of Light still empty, as she had been warned. The very ruler of the Fire Realm, of Hell, would return in the stead of Alucard's place.
Seaten.
The man's grin just grew as he laughing loudly, watched her with intense white eyes. "Ah, so she has a bit of spunk left inside, I've dealt with such before, and I have been given many times the pleasure of making them break. So..."
Not even with the breath of winds touch, he was suddenly right in front of her, her chin encased in his cold left hand, cleansed now of any of her blood. His face a few inches from her own as his lips grinned brutally right at her fearful crimson eyes. "... what makes you believe I can't do the same to you?" lifting his free right hand, without even the feeling of his powers, Seras saw in the corner of her gaze, the many skeletons glow a dim red that pulsated as they all began to gather soil and decaying vegetation unto the ivory bones.
"In the beginning, I tried to consume the realm of Light, I failed and fell into a world of darkness turned to fire and ash when I consumed it. My goal is to claim that world of Light, but to do it this realm will become mine so that the doorway to such a world can become opened."
As he spoke, Seras looking from the ragged looking corpses; the bones dangling rags of flesh half decayed on their bodies. She looked back to this man and grinned, even though crooked, it was a bit weary from being so close to this man. It terrified her, knowing how powerful he was, feeling her instincts to want to either fight or run; she could not feel his power at all. He could pass as a human in front of all Kin. Still... she was not going down without a fight.
"So what? This world of Light, you mean Heaven? Why not open the doorway in your world, or are you to weak to do that?"
That was too far.
Seras flew into the air, crashing hard into the soft soil ten feet from the rundown house. Pulling herself onto her back, the Queen looked up as the man slowly lowering his raised hand that had been violently swung onto her face, rose to his feet. Turning in a fluid motion, his white eyes met her crimson, the grin no longer resting upon his pale lips. All around Seras saw the once skeletons, standing all around, their sockets glowing with red malice as their bodies were half skeleton while the other half was slightly regenerated decaying flesh and innards. Snapping their jaws and claws be it human, serpent, griffin, even werewolf... they were all under his command.
As if suddenly amused by all of this, that cruel sneer once more returned to the man's lips. "I have enough power, just not the proper resources. My domain, I was given the ability to gather souls for my needs. Yet a catch was made. I cannot take pure souls into my domain, only twisted, corrupt, condemned souls could be brought to my realm. Even when I tried to drag those of Pure Intent, they became corrupt and were useless to me. So... were could I find and use pure souls, the water realm, and there are plenty humans who have such souls, to go around and then some. And yes, to answer your question, I like to hear myself talk for the shear fact, there is no other intelligent beings to talk to other then myself. Now as for my way of robbing you of your life, what to do."
As he grinned wickedly, baring sharp fangs, the man slowly rising his left foot, began to head for Seras who remained sitting there upon the muddy ground. "Shall I let my servants here rid you of your body and I tear apart your soul? Or shall I just do it all by myself and take c-" As if a pause button was pressed to the very scene taking place... Seras blinking, just stared as both the risen servants and the very man before her, were frozen in place. Gaining no power nor command from their creator, the servants remained still as for the man. Red sparks wildly flittered about his body; his eyes went wide with shock as if... he were fighting something within.
With a loud cry with silent explosions sending the servants remains all around; the bones landing everywhere, some even embedded themselves into the trunks of dead trees. Seras crying out, fell back as he hunching forward as if about to vomit, gave out loud cries of agony. Within seconds, flames or pure red magick erupted over his body as his cries became violent wails. His clawed hands flew to his head as he fought hard to whatever was happening. Seras, faintly trembling just from all the shit that has happened in less then an hour, blinked as she stared at this man with an odd stare. She felt a weak tendril of a mental link probe her barriers, waiting to be allowed in, unlike hers earlier to Arram, which was forced. With a weak swallow, the undead taking the silent dare, allowed the link to pass through.
"Seras... bite us! He will take full control if you allow his blood to fully merge with his powers, drink from us! I know you need to feed, so take what you need from us! Take it Seras!"
Seras's eyes went wide as they brimmed with red tears, she knew that voice. After eight hundred years, she knew it as if it were yesterday when she first heard it while dying in a church in the city of Cheddar.
"A... Alucard..."
Without a second thought, without any hesitation, Seras rising her form in a hunched form like a cat ready to lunge. Seras flung herself right at the man whose single white eye and single red eye meeting her crimson, gave a loud cry as she parting her lips. Fangs made contact with flesh, and Seras Victoria, Queen of all Darkness, began to feed from the very form of all evil that thrived in the realm of fire.
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"Reign!"
Ebony screamed his name as the man falling back, gave a strangled groan as the last few slabs of flesh fell from the folds of his clothing. The man, once a tall well formed man, now stood, still fully clothed in his bondage lathered garb, as a skeleton. With his empty sockets turning to Ebony who covered her mouth, the man gave a weary sigh. "What happened? Why did you suddenly... melt?!" cried Ebony as all around the last remnants of Reign's flesh and innards were melting away into the dusty soil on the northern borderline of China. Reign though, looked at Ebony making her realize, something very wrong had happened. "Reign..."
"It seems to me... the soul of Dracula has prematurely returned to his body."
"Returned prematurely... how, why?" Ebony whispered as her uneasy sapphire eyes looked to Reign who turning his back to her, looked up at the night sky that was starting to become dawn. "You haven't taken the throne... and it seems the Queen has gotten to close to the decaying lands that contained his imprisoned soul. It was thrusted into the body and without the throne of Light taken once more, it was not Dracula who has come back." Ebony, falling back, felt very sick and swiftly began to seek out any nearby bushes as she knew exactly who had come back in Dracula's place within this world.
Reign keeping his back to her while Ebony became violently ill in the nearby bushes, the man gave into a slow breath that was near impossible due to his current condition. Lady Cascarilla, Please hold out a bit longer, I just hope you and he do not cross paths due to your current condition..." The only thing though that made the demon think hard was the shear fact, Dracula did not come back, and with that it was said all vampires would return to ash, so why has that not happened yet? His empty sockets peered at the ruins of Altay, Mongolia. He could sense them, smell them, hear them... vampires were still around and unaware what has taken place. Reign fell back hard as he looking to the sky, felt fear ice his entire body. No doubt to what has happened, the Queen of Darkness was there and if what he believes has happened... no wonder the vampires haven't faded to ash yet.
"Reign?"
Hearing her small voice that was recovering from her sudden stomach's revolt, Reign turning slowly around, looked down to the woman he fell in love with so long ago. "What's wrong?" Reign had to smile within, even as a skeleton she could still see past his defenses and into how he was feeling. Nodding to her, he looked to the ruins behind her. "You know how it goes? The legend, if the other comes in Dracula's stead, then all vampires become nothing more then a whisper on the wind as ash. Such a being has come forth and yet... the vampires remain." The man spoke as he turning to the left, began to head for their gathered weapons.
"They... so what happened, why are they still here then?" Ebony asked as she followed after. Reign stopping by the chains attached to his coffin, sighed weakly. "What may have happened is beyond any chance of it happening... you're more likely to see a vampire breed with a dragon. The other is aware of vampires and he despising them crowding up his own realm, would never want to be around such beings." Looking to Ebony in a sideways stare, the woman merely eyed him strangely. "And?" she asked. Reign chuckling, hunched down to gather the cold chains into his hands.
"To keep the vampires alive after Dracula's place was taken, the very Ruler of Flame would need to consume any available amount of blood from the Queen of Darkness willingly..."
"So this has happened? It doesn't seem so complicated-"
"It doesn't end there... after taking a bit of her blood, Dracula's suppressed self will remember the taste of his Queen, and fight back. Her blood will open a portion of Dracula's imprisonment, the only thing tying the vampires souls to this world and their bodies. That is when things get complicated, if that is what has happened, we have both King of Flame and King of Darkness struggling to obtain dominance in the single body they are sharing in this world. Let us pray that it is the King of Darkness who wins, for if the King of Flame wins, say farewell to this world and her goddess forever."
Hearing his words, Ebony felt ill again. With a trembling sigh, the woman rubbing her eyes, groaned weakly. "What of my needing to reclaim the throne... and don't beat around the bush, just tell me." The dragon grumbled as Reign strapping the chains onto his upper arms, didn't even flinch as the heavy coffin crashed heavily into his lower back. "If you do not reclaim your old throne, I will remain a skeleton, and even if Dracula wins his inner battles, the world is still out of balance and will fade away to nothing but death and decay." As he spoke, Ebony looked to the early morning sky as she felt the night life in these ruins settle down for the daylight hours. "Then... I guess... I have no choice.." she whispered. Reign looking to her, sighed as he shifted the coffin and chains causing a loud grinding of the chain links in protest. "I am sorry, but in any case... are we still going to seek out the Queen, or have our plans changed?"
Ebony going over to grab hold of her own weapons, gave into a deep sigh. "I don't know of our current plans, but.. I do know I need to go do something I had to do years ago... Shall we?"
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Me: Anywho, how do you all like? good? bad? Reviews, always happy to get reviews Sorry about my ending being a bit abrupt, right then and there I was struck with writers block, such a cruel curse. In any case, hope you enjoyed and take care and try not to kill to many people while waiting for my next update.. I'm guessing won't happen until a month from now; just kidding! I hope, anywho, ciao for now!
- Hakuyaoshi
