Ahahaha. I know it's soooooo late. XD But I got this on a serious serious spur of the moment with a Witch Hunter Robin song. I really didn't know where to carry the trail but.. I think I found a good ending for that arc of the story. I know it's confusing at first, but it'll make sense. I prrommise. XD I revised Chapter 7 so it might be better.


The slamming of the wood against the hard stone wall echoed through the thought to be empty castle. With a harsh cry, Emile flung the chair as it broke into pieces against the wall. His black hair swiveled against the force of his throw as he rocked his head to look at the snow encased town. His eyes shown with a dark fury reflected out of the grey chasm.

"The wolves…"

He hissed to himself angrily as his focus remained towards the church. He released his cry with a sharp hell.

"Your memory released the wolves!"

Erzsébet would hear him. She would hear his cry and his disapproval. She would hear him… but she wouldn't care.

Erzsébet would only smile and wait for her plan to be complete… Emile wouldn't let that happen.

Throwing his body forward, his hand gripped the stone grey railing of the balcony and he threw himself over with a short stop his pace increased to that almost inhuman.


Gate finally turned to D and focused her attention toward his left hand.

"Your leech would be rather useful for this situation. Though, the outcome of these souls all matter upon your judgment… will you save them or forsake them, my dear hunter?"

Though the hunter showed no actual thought upon Gate's chilling remark, he seemed to keep himself still away from crossing the line to show his current thoughts. Like a child becomes attracted to warmth, the shadows of the walls embraced and clawed upon the four beings within the room.

"Lord Christopher… slaughtered the village children for immortality."

Gate stated as her eyes wandered to the baggy clad insane man, who's eyes seemed to wander to the ceiling of the palace; a strange smile always lingering upon his dirty face. His lips parted in a small laugh as his hands began to swing and he chanted insanely.

"The children are commmingg,"

"Silence!"

Barked Gate, anger rising from her childish form as her hands clasped onto her staff without a merciful glare towards the prisoner. With a curt twist, her head turned towards Stephan. Even in his wolfish state, his back was aright and his hands clasped themselves in a polite fashion. A sign of a true noble man even after all such years lost within his capture.

She looked him over with a curt nod before continuing retelling the crime.

"Though, apparently the spell affected Lord Stephan. The spell had broken the boundaries of humanity and encased this time in a winter's memory as I call it."

With a hesitated final sigh, Gate concluded her part as her small eyes closed in almost a fear of his answer.

"I leave the judgment… in your hands."

D's left hand released itself from its tight grasp as his face remained situated upon the closed eyes of the ethereal being called Gate.

"How did you die...?"

The left hand perked up, a raspy voice almost filled with a knowing tone. Gate's eyes opened and faced the hunter with a childish pout.

"How is that pertaining to-,"

"They killed you didn't they…."

Gate's throat became closed as her voice became caught. Her small fingers reached for her throat. It gave off a red hue in the form of a clean jab straight in the middle. Gate's eyes shivered in the thought her ignorance of her own death was apparent.

"I… I do not recall…."

"Is it because you don't want to, oh how cliché"

The parasite battled on with his wits and knowing spell which had become apparent with his studying of the walls, Gate's presence had only reigned her at the moment time had withheld it's passing. The reason why Gate was a child had been merely because she had been slaughtered along with the other children.

"This is has nothing to do with the trial! Silence that parasite!"

Gate shrieked angrily, her childish voice gripping upon her tone of frustration with the meddling words. D's eyes stayed straight upon the small being, his voice harsh and cold it make the other two princes take a step back.

"I'd have to say…. Hell has passed a judgment upon these souls. But you want them to pay more than they are given."

Gate's face became as red as her coat as her hands flung down the staff before her own feet with a small yell her hands trembled as they reached for her throat. The redness began to glow even louder than before as a tiny trickle of blood emerged from her pale skin.

Her breathing increased as she staggered her backward and held her throat. Her eyes burned towards D as her free hand rolled over the stone wall. Scrawling upwards with her free hand, Gate's blue eyes stung with tears as the blood flow became heavy enough to encase her fingers. Her azure eyes widened which what D had registered to be fear.

Gate felt the same sickly feeling creep up from the wine which flowed from her glasslike body. The similar sticky liquid began to flow over her free hand from the rocky walls. She screamed in horror but couldn't pull away. Tiny hands seemed to break away from the walls, mangled and bleeding they grasped onto her face and clothing as they tore and grasped at her hair.

The children were upset.

Pulling at Gate's hand which covered her neck, the distorted arms pulled her back into the walls.

"No! No! I won't be like you! Punish them! I don't need rest! Punish them!"

Her shrieks caught the attention of the arms as they seemed to tug harder. Their voices echoed through the chambers as D seemed to stand before it with merely two other audiences in present.

"Come, come…. The rest will heal but the blood won't stop... No, no… heaven won't listen."

Gate continued to scream, but she became downed out from their whispered chant. She was pulled into the bloody walls until there was no more blonde hair, no more blue eyed smiles left to leave a trace of the young ethereal being of an unfairly treated child. Lord Stephan gave a small bow towards D as the blood flowed towards himself and his brother. With a small well knowing grin he threw a smirk towards the hunter with a final question,

"Is this what your God wants for the children? Because of our damned magic they have become damned…. Is this the work of your God?"

The answer would never come, as the blood encased the two brothers and sent them into a deep sleep within the bastardized wall of the castle.

Whether D wished to answer, or even if he did, went unknown even to the parasite which housed upon his flesh. D turned upon his heels and with a curt flap of his night colored cape, he set out for the village. He had a duty to protect someone, who severed the exact God the former Transylvanian lord had cursed.


Her feet carried her as far as she could run. Collapsing upon the crispy floor of the village, Sister Christine had confirmed she had merely been running in circles. Though, the nun had rested herself for merely a few moments until the leaves started the run away. The wind picked up and the yellow, gold and red flora danced away upon the wind currents to nowhere.

A bell came to her ears.

Sister Christine's eyes widened. The church bell echoed through the lands as small white droplets danced above her. It began to snow at the moment the sound reached her ears. Falling gracefully upon the strangely deserted village, the snow broke the time encasing the outer lands. Lowering her head she could only smile and bring her forehead to the dirt floor. She brought her hand up and made the sign of the cross in the name of thanking God for his protection and saving.

Just like the night upon Adelaide's blindness, she felt a small hugging presence which she knew was the spirit of the elder nun watching over her. She closed her eyes as she felt the small blanket of Adelaide's arms wrap around her figure to comfort her. Even if the cleric wasn't truly there, Sister Christine could feel her.

Catching her moment, Sister Christine knew Father Celestine would be waiting for her. The snow would be brutal upon brittle bones upon his old age. She could only smile; she had always loved to take care of those around her. Sister Christine stood up and brushed off the dirt from her purple skirt as the area had not started to be covered in snow.

She was off running again, this time… she knew were she was going.


;D I'm so proud. Haha. I know I know, I need to read over this one though... not sure on some of the wording.