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
Drakengard, any canon characters, and the scenario minus any original characters/races are © Square Enix
Memento Mori
He lives! Somehow he still lives! I scream in pure frustration, and thrash my wings angrily, my tail hissing through the air. The New Breed does not seem concerned by my anger, indeed he aims straight for me, sword in hand. The limb I broke hangs useless, his face betraying a flicker of pain. I garner a little satisfaction at that. So he should suffer! As I suffered under the weight of my Seal! As I even now suffer under the oppressive weight of my sorrow, my anger, my burning knowledge! I sweep my wings and soar to meet him, jaws spread wide as I roar again. He must sense some of my pain, my anguish, for her winces, and mouths something. Words are snatched away by the wind and my fury, but I swear he says sorry. Before I have time to muse that, he's on me, blade stabbing into my neck. The blood gushes, hot and thick, and I gasp in pain. A different pain, this, a pain of the body, not just the mind. The heat that rises from my scales burns him even as he stabs me again, and I roll in the air, trying to throw him loose. I can die only after the Devil lies broken! Never before! He holds to the blade with dogged persistence, but I mange to shake him loose, the sword still embedded in my flesh. I snap out with my jaws before he can recover. I snag him neatly out of the air, catching him about the upper torso. I clench down with my fangs, ignoring the burning agony as his wings blaze into my scales. Nothing compared to the burning runes of the Seal! Nothing! No ceremony, no last words, just a snarl as I clamp down, shaking my head from side to side, breaking bones, tearing flesh. He yelps, but he knows not to beg for mercy. No quarter would be given, and he knows this. Finally, his spine snaps, and his life is done. I open my jaws, the burns around my mouth causing great pain, and I let his body fall, all light fading from his eyes, his wings. I loose a wail into the sky. There is no sense of victory for my hollow soul, but I feel a great sense of contentment from someone else. Surely the Red Dragon and her Voiceless Prince, they both must feel great pleasure at their foe's death. At one time, perhaps, the New Breed might have been granted the forgiveness of these two, but no longer. He has trodden too far down the path of the Devil. If I look with just my mind, I can see them, hovering beside me. They urge me not to falter, not until the real enemy is dead beneath my talons.
I tuck in my wings and dive for the ground, fire streaming in trailers from my wings.