Me: alrighty, lifes been a bitch and here I am once more with another chapter, and seeing it has taken me so fuckin long to update, this one is very long, so pleas, do so enjoy and thanksfor all the reviews, keep them coming!
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Because you fell High Lord...
Standing high on top of a run down skyscraper of Tokyo, with the midnights touch gracing these dying lands, a single figure cloaked in shadows stood there staring down at the rotting lands. Japan was dying, the nature and creatures that thrived here were not, but the cities and towns humans had built were decaying, as were their makers. With unseen eyes staring out and chains slightly groaning on his body, Reign stood there watching and feeling the deaths grasp slowly encase these lands. Tokyo was one of the last modern aged cities that was still so much alive on these lands. It seemed Japan was being plunged back a hundred thousand years. Villages were once more rising up as well as the arrival of humans with opened eyes to using their magical senses and minds.
With a small breath passing by his thin pale lips, he continued to stand there. Having been alive for so long, having followed his true master into this pathetic mortal shell of a body and into this world of both light and dark. His master, a master who has seem to forgotten what he really was. His lust for a lesser life... his no longer wanting to care for the duties he had been handed from many lifetimes ago had made him lose his memories.
"it's not like the 'wanderer' to be stargazing."
Reign didn't even flinch nor move as Hakuyaoshi casually stepped up to Reign's left side. His demonic golden red eye stared out at the city far below them as the last few vehicles that hadn't been melted down for metal, drove around. With a coy smile filling his soft lips, Haku rising his face to the sky, gave into a deep sigh. "this world is getting plunged further into the darkness as the days go by..."
"No... it is not."
Blinking, Haku slowly brought his single eyed gaze onto Reign's body as the man stood there, with only his lower face exposed, his pale lips pressed into a thin line. "No? why do you say that, I mean look at this world." Haku spoke softly, narrowing his gaze, he tried to read Reign, but the dubbed wanderer was unable to be read be it through sight or magical senses. He just stood there, tall and still, only the rustle of his cloak and groan of the chains on his body made any small murmurs of noise. "Speak up wanderer, why do you say no?" Haku spoke softly as his anger was rising deep within his chest. He always disliked this man. Something was not right about him, how he was, what he was capable of. It was said in old documentations, this man was made from the science of humans to help rid their world of the plaguing darkness. Hakuyaoshi knew and wondered just how many others who survived this man's company, also guessed, the body; the vessel that a soul is carried in was made by scientists... but his soul, his powers, his very being that lived within that husk of a body made of flesh... was not.
"Wanderer-"
"without proper darkness, this world is destined to decay."
As Reign spoke, tendrils of black fog rose from his body, as black as night, it began to separate from his body as the grind of bones was heard as they shifted under his pale flesh. With a small annoyed growl leaving his lips, Haku fell back as with the wanderer's cape melting into his body, Reign with a loud snarl, crashed down hard onto all fours as black fur bristled over his body. Claws of metal grinding into the brick rooftop, violent solid red eyes that eerily glowed, rested on the massive fur lathered skull of a demonic Siberian tiger.
Hakuyaoshi, rarely ever disturbed by anything, fell back hard as with jaws parting... Reign slammed his head into the midnight sky and unleashed a violent fiery roar. The building beneath their feet rumbled as the windows all cracking heavily, shattered savagely making glass shards glimmer in the night air as they rained down to the streets below. In a blink, the roar was abruptly silenced... Hakuyaoshi blinking, weakly looked all around, but... The wanderer was gone, not a single trace of him was left behind. With a weak rapid breath, Haku rested his hand onto his weary heart that pounded heavily within his undead chest.
That form...
Hakuyaoshi, the undead royal with the soul of a demon dragon inside the shared body of a Hellsing human. The human side was dormant, but Hakuyaoshi, being the demon, his memories that were pulled from ages so long ago before being exiled from the warmth world he had called home. When he attempted to commune with humans that remained in the world of living, he was exiled from his home; Hell. Yet the one who had aided in his exile... that animal... that Demon. The second in command of Hell itself, the one who nearly ranked along side the Ruler of the dark realms, Lucifer, SaDiablo, Seaten... the Devil. Both royal follower and friend to the dark one in those realms... why was that Demon here in the world of living? And a more pressing question filled Hakuyaoshi's mind as he allowed his body to shift uneasily into a raven form of ebony black; that Demon was never far from his friend's side, then did that mean... flaring his wings, Haku violently took off into the sky as a few startled pigeons flittered past.
Was that Demon here to prepare for the arrival of this titled 'proper darkness' and make this world of the living another world of fire and brimstone? Or... narrowing his demonic eyes, Haku flew onward as his minds of seeking a multi colored eyes Miko shifted to seeking out a certain vampire cloaked in red who stood more chance of facing that Demon then anyone else in this world. As he flew, Hakuyaoshi's demon mind prayed heavily, he hoped that, only that Demon follower was here on earth, and the Ruler of Hell had yet to arrive, giving them more time to prepare...
Little did he know as he flew onward... little did anyone know...
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With a small sigh of sleepiness and happiness engulfing her mind, Seras bare and half awake cuddled into the left side of Alucard's own bare form as he laid there upon his back, his long nails lightly scraping over Seras's side. A few tendrils of drying up blood was resting so lazily upon Seras's neck where he had last bitten her. As they laid there though, Seras falling fast asleep in his sadistic embrace, Alucard's crimson eyes were wide open and staring at the coffins lid as his dark mind was in deep thought. He remembered Reign from long ago, when he first met the wanderer a good thousand years ago... he remembered... and could not. It was if his memories were all blocked out from what seemed so long ago, all he could recall when thinking as far back as he could go, was a small flicker of fire. And for the first time in what seemed ages of immortal undead life, Alucard, Lord Dracula... felt confused.
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"The time is now!
Within the deep dark hollows of an old basement that resided underneath an old air force base, a low hum began to grow louder. With the growing sounds of grunts and growls, lights that lathered the decaying metal ceiling above, began to flicker on, each with a resounding click as they turned on and began to grow brighter. Old chains used long ago to carry things about, dangled now half rusted and groaned weakly as they swayed. Dust swirled all around as objects the size of buses laid strewn about covered in old rotting black blankets made of itchy wool. These objects though, having been resting for who knows how long... began to move.
With echoing footsteps heading down the metal stair way that remained intact as the other stairs have crumbled away, a man headed down. In his right hand that had gone white knuckled from the intense grip, a spear covered in runes rested. A spear that would to a normal human's eyes think it to be just that, a spear. It was just that indeed, but so much more. It was the very thing and the only creation upon this very earth that could take down Dracula; permanently.
As Maxwell, cloaked in a dark brown wool cloak, came to a dead stop at the very base of the rusty stairs. With black wool sheets rippling and falling back hard... there they stood. Creations, monsters. What were once dragons, harpies, wolves, felines, vampires, now were twisted. With flesh looking to be in the middle of decaying, white bones stuck out as black blood oozed out slowly with any motion given to the body. With soulless white eyes, teeth held in place of pale gums, saliva dripping out as they all wore silent snarls. They were now mere shadows of what they once were. There was well over five hundred monstrosities, and all of them looking vile and full of decay. Shells that no longer bore their former souls.
Maxwell's pale lips twisted into a maddening grin as his wicked red eyes danced while scanning his army. Gripping the spear even tighter, with a loud laugh, he rose his arm with spear, high above over his head and drew a deep breath of anticipation into his undead lungs. "Brothers! It is time! You know why you have joined my side. For the promise of power! For the promise of freedom from your fiery world! I gave you those bodies to thrive upon this world, but I need your help! A single fool has decided to get in my way. Alone I cannot succeed, but with you at my side, we can win! So are you ready?" scanning the many bodies consumed by demons, his grin broadened as his eyes bore the ravaging look of a crazy mental. "We take down Alucard, and we take down the only stronghold of this pathetic planet! And with I as the new ruler of this world, you no longer need to fear Hell's grip! So I ask once more; are you ready to win this war!"
As Maxwell savagely roared his words, the abandoned rust lathered hanger with flickering orange lights, echoed. The metal walls rattled violently as with either, claws, wings, or muzzles in the air and parted jaws. Roars were issued all around, bellows, howl, snarls, screams. As they all combined into a deafening roar, two words were hear.
"We Serve!"
tendrils of red, yellow and orange began to bellow all around like flames, upon their many, many bodies. Red boiled upon Maxwell's body as the runes upon the spear blazed, as if bleeding with the very anticipation Maxwell held in his very heart and damned soul. Laughter began to fly from his parted pale lips as his crimson eyes wildly danced. "then go! GO my brothers! Find him, and kill him! He is unworthy to rule this world! WE are! This world of darkness will belong to us! Now... GO!" reaching his free left hand to a wall unit beside him, rust and crumbling metal crashed and drifted from the rumbling walls and ceiling. With the lights flickering and shaking back and forth, two huge rusted metal panels high above began to grind and screech as they started to pull apart.
As the screeching grew louder with the panels nearly fully open, those with wings, flexed their joints causing oozing black blood to slosh out onto the metal ground as those without wings began to gather on the winged ones backs. With a final; agonizing scream of defiance of being forced to open, the panels came to a slow stop as high above with flecks of soil and plants falling in, there high above shined the near full moon in a clear star filled dazzling sky that seemed to not sense the oncoming bloodlust.
Spinning the spear hard in his right hand to made the bladed end aim towards the ground, the demons and vampire stared at each other silently as his grin grew and his crimson eyes narrowed. With a violent rise, Maxwell aimed the bladed spear end to the opened up panels and straight to the moon's gentle glow. "The time is now! MOVE OUT!"
Winds bellowed all around as with wings rising and falling swiftly, spraying the floors with multitudes of black oozing blood, they lifted off with terrorizing roars and screams. Within a few minuets, Maxwell with a slow breath leaving his lips, lowered the spear to his side as he looking away from the opened panels, saw a few old molted feathers lay scattered about with hunks of flesh and pools of black blood scattered all around. A slow grin crawled onto his lips as he licking his lips drew in a faint low whistle, and waited. As he waited for whom he had summoned, his mind began to think. He had heard of Hakuyaoshi, rather captured that demon consuming vampire royal and tried to control that demon; yet failed.
A exiled demon from Hell who with a truce to a Hellsing, consumed the Hellsing's body in trade to not consume that human's pathetic soul and in that, the human soul allowed that demon to thrive in this world of the living. He was an exiled demon though; narrowing his eyes, his grin turned into a cruel smirk. Whoever ruled Hell, had a wicked set of rules. An exile could never live in this world without a body that was capable of such a feat. Hakuyaoshi was an exile and was cursed by those rules, yet. With the Demons who sought to thrive from Hell's rule, and were not exiled, didn't have to abide by these rules. But they needed time to adjust to living in this world and thus needed those bodies, be it half decayed, to adapt a lot easier and not stick out so much until they got their bearings and strength back in their demonic powers.
A wicked laugh escaped Maxwell's lungs as high above in the night sky a lone shadow covered figure with wings circled lower and lower heading for its master who had whistled. The demons had been incubating in those bodies for well over five months now, more then enough time to break free of those unwanted husks of dead meat. With the orders though of Maxwell to remain in them to cover their scent and true nature until they were upon their chosen targets, they would not break free just yet.
With metal claws crashing onto the metal ground, Maxwell's eyes filled with annoyance as he stared at his servant that was now a undead zombie created from the hands of Reign. It was in poor shape more so now then before, with wings sagged and shoulder blades were fully worn to the pale bones from the exposure to the elements, it was truly a poor pathetic sight as flaps of decaying flesh lathered its body. Yet uncaring right now of how pitiful his undead servant looked, Maxwell gave a slow grin to the servant as a faint glowing red sphere began to blaze brighter and brighter to his left side. "I know it isn't the greatest body, but take it and break free into your true form." As Maxwell had finished his words, the sphere slammed forth without a second thought and plowed right into the very chest of the mutated harpy servant.
With the body lurching back violently, bones grinded and shattered. Within seconds though ,the body going limp, sagged hard as it began to split. Like a slippery silk gown, the body sloshed to the ground pooling around as there the demon stood. Already having incubated within Maxwell himself, the demon had used the servant's body to finally bring froth his own true form. Standing a litter under six foot, he was a tall slender slightly built pale young man with the look of being no older then twenty two. With long pointed pale white fingernails on his slender hands, his eerily hazel eyes stared forward at Maxwell as with long pale green hair hanging behind to his rear, upon his back rested two massive wings to that of black butterfly wings. With a black line running gently underneath each eye, contained behind his pale soft lips was a set of sharp long canines on both top and bottom jaws. A true beautiful sight, with a deadly secret.
Maxwell faintly nodding his head to show his approval, his grin grew wicked as his eyes scanned the demon's body from feet to face and back down again. Meeting the hazel eyes, Maxwell gave a sharp laugh. "very good, very good indeed. Demon do you have a name?" he spoke in a sharp tongue as black blood bubbled and oozed about around the demon's feet, yet did not touch them what so ever. Blinking his hazel eyes, a faint flicker of a smile crossed his lips. "Yes; I go by Kakei." He spoke. His voice was gentle yet held a darkness in it. Maxwell was still pleased as he continued to stare into those hazel filled pools the demon called eyes. "Alright Kakei. You know what to do, so go." The demon nodding, rested his right hand onto his bare chest and with a faint bow of the head, his wings snapped open with such graceful ease and with the same grace, slammed out of the basement and into the night sky as Maxwell watched him go on. With crimson eyes dancing, Maxwell's lips grew into a cruel sneer. For once, everything was going planned, now all he had to do was wait, and when given the signal by the demons, send the fatal blow, ending the reign of Dracula. Just the very thought, the very victory he so sought for what seemed so long. What started as a small chuckle; Maxwell throwing his head back, began to outright cackle as a few more flecks of soil and rust drifted down.
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Seras Victoria giving in to a pleasant hum, seemed to tiptoe slowly afoot around the overgrown park not to far from the hotel that her allies and friends resided within. With the sun nearly half risen in the clear pale blue sky, a few birds chittering, flew overhead as Seras happily headed to a old swing set not far form her. After Alucard had returned to her arms, to her heart, her attitude completely changed. Once more feeding, once more being able to sleep, to laugh and have fun, Seras was back to her old self. Yet even though cured of her depression and sorrow, the group still gave her space to breath. Seras didn't mind, knowing Alucard was once more beside her, she clambering onto a swing, with a childish laugh, kicked began and hearing the chains creak; the undead royal began to swing.
Unaware of anything but her happiness and daydreaming, Seras Victoria did not feel those eyes watching her. So green like the most lush of plants set upon a pale face. High atop one of the giant pine trees at the park, having gone wild like the rest of the nature that was strewn about these lands, the tree towered and concealed. Fluttering and settling his giant black wings upon his bare back and baring a single set of tight black slacks, Kakei watched her with a neutral face. With a faint breeze kicking up a couple strands of his pale green hair, he watched her. His orders were clear from that vampire called Maxwell. 'find the Queen of Dracula, gain her trust, turn her allies against her, and kill her. That will bring Dracula closer to his knees, and to his death.' The instructions were clear and understandable, he knew how to twist and corrupt anyone's intentions, ideals and trusts within one another. Yet... narrowing his gaze, he watched her. Something was very different about this vampire Queen, and... something very familiar, just... with a faint silent snarl resting upon his lips, agitation filled his mind as he watched her swing higher as a smile rested upon her soft lips... something about her was just so... familiar... but why?
Hearing another woman's voice, Kakei sunk further into the tree's branches as Seras going to a stop on the swing, peered happily over her shoulder as Alexial headed towards her. With a small sigh, Kakei fell back further yet froze as his bare foot stepped onto something very sticky and moist upon the branch. With a small stare down, his lips curled as he silently snarled at the sap covered tree. He still wondered why he wanted to come to this world in the first place, but no matter, he was instructed to- blinking, having looked back to the swings, Seras and the other undead were gone. Tearing his hazels eyes all around, a low growl of frustration passed his lips. He had lost sight of her! Snapping his wings wide open, Kakei, pissed off and greatly annoyed at his lack of attention to his target, the demon slammed into the sky as with the day nearly fully consuming the previous night, he sought a place to rest and will resume searching out his target the next night.
"Hey Seras, what's that?"
Seras blinking as she and Alexial sat underneath the massive pine tree with blood bags in hand, the undead queen stared up to where Alexial pointed and saw the figure with butterfly wings flying off towards the far off runes of Tokyo. Finishing the sip of blood she had taken, swallowing, Seras eyed it oddly. "odd... Alexial, are there any such thing as a butterfly shifter?" Alexial, blinking, nearly choked on her own blood and she began to outright laugh. "What? A butterfly shifter! No, no such thing! Now come on, mother's been looking for you after you've fed." Seras, smiling, finished off her meal and rising to their feet and with a quick dusting off, headed back inside unaware a certain 'butterfly' was in the air, steaming of losing sight unaware himself that his supposed 'target' had disappeared when she and her friend had sat underneath the very tree that he had been scouting from.
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"Ryuichi!"
Metallic feathers lathered in blood poured from the night sky as heavy droplets of thick blood oozed from high above as monsters, half decayed corpses of former glorious creatures of the night, ripped apart half of Ryuichi's clan as he and the remaining few fled hard and fast. Sporting savage wounds from the vicious and blinding attack during the middle of the night, Ryuichi carrying a bad side gash exposing a few busted up ribs, lugged behind his fleeing remaining clan. Even though in horrible pain that ripped through him with every beat of his metallic wings, he was still the leader of this clan and he would gladly throw away his life to protect those he had called family for what seemed centuries.
"Ryuichi!"
falling back from the few harpies that had survived the slaughter, a young harpy, baring soft black wings then the metallic the clan she had joined up not so long ago, weakly flew alongside her new leader. Having rescued her when her own clan was destroyed by the same monstrosities no less then a month ago after speaking to a tall blond vampire with two young lady vampires. To most metallic winged harpies, her kind, called commonly the soft black wings, her kind were lesser to the metallic. Yet having seen this metallic save her with his own claws and knife sharp wings and then welcome her into his own clan.
Beating down her wings as she had gotten away with a few scrapes thanks to Ryuichi, she kept along side him and watched his way of flight so to make sure his wings would not give. Ryuichi's weak yet sharp emerald eyes slowly looked over to the young harpy soft wing and a faint twitch of his panting mouth gave way and to that who wore smart eyes, saw the faint smile; smart violet eyes that she held. Smiling back to him and saying nothing, she looked forward and kept beside him as her soft lips smiled. As she stared forward, Ryuichi watched her in the corner of his own eyes. Much had happened to the old leader of the Darkmoon clan. He had spoken to Anderson and his ward of ancient texts that this Maxwell had most likely gotten hold of. Also of how that man had warned him of a possible genocide that would consume the very planet. Being a former slayer, Ryuichi did not trust that man. Now half of his clan and true friends and family were destroyed, or rather eaten alive by monsters of former selves. He had seen those monsters before, only a month ago when he went to the aid of a neighboring soft wing clan know as Bright Moon, he got there to late to save any of the clan, but one. He had fought savagely to save her, to protect her with the shear fury of rage for not being able to help out the clan she had lived within.
With a mental sigh, he continued to watch her with half dazed eyes as those bloody memories ran through his fatigued mind. He had stood there on the cliff edge watching her in front of him, howl to the night sky as across the plain those monsters flew continuing to feast on the remains of her one time family and friends. He watched her scream, cry, rip at the rocky ground with her sharp talon feet, scream for revenge. He had watched her crash onto her front and weep in loss and pain. And he had comforted her. Watching his wings to not cut her soft wings and body as he rested them gently onto her back and whispered soft words of tempted comfort to her. He welcomed her into his clan and when she had started to fit in and be welcomed by the rest of his clan... with a small mental sigh, he wiped his mind clean as he watched her still from the corner of his emerald eyes.
Toska, the soft black winged harpy that looked no older then her late teens as Ryuichi looked to be in his mid twenties. With ebony soft wings and a pale upper body with the look of a human. She had the black feathers blend so softly from her wings and glossy long tail onto the soft pale flesh that looked to be smoother then a stone softened by the rivers touch. With black hawk like legs that held a impressive set of claws, her sharp yet slender face held those violet eyes that kept the sadness locked within as she always tried to look to the positive. Her front held a finely tuned stomach as well as small curved breasts as she bore a small collar of black feathers that drifted along her collarbone like a small choker. Ryuichi being close to six foot five, she was no taller then five foot, then again, the soft wings were always a bit smaller then the metallics.
Allowing a sigh to pass his dry and cracked lips, Ryuichi looked forward to the remainder of his clan before him as Toska having heard his sigh, glanced over with concern in those violet eyes.
"are you alright Ryuichi?"
Ryuichi had to fight from the sad smile that tugged at his lips as he heard her young voice. Since when did the saved become capable of offering comfort to their savior? He was the leader of this clan, and he couldn't show any sign of weakness. With a heavy down beat of his metallic black wings, he shot past Toska yet... with cracked exposed ribs grinding, fresh blood spilled out as with a loud yelp of pain, Ryuichi was forced to lock up his wings and glide as Toska with very worried eyes, flew right beside him once more and tried to look at his eyes. Sighing deeply as a few loose blond locks that escaped the rest of the long tied back hair flew softly over his eyes. "I'm... fine..." his raspy voice spoke as he weakly took in breaths as his torn side pulsated pain throughout his entire body. Toska narrowing her eyes with concern, watched him, but she said nothing. Even though not speaking, Ryuichi winced as he knew her angry words ran through her mind towards him. It was clear, as young as she looked, she was use to 'stubborn, stupid males' no doubt her sire. Her sire, Ryuichi wondered, what exactly a grand man that harpy must have been to raise such a fine-
Ryuichi felt those soft feathers brush his bare back and blinking, he looked up to see Toska flying above him, looking down at him, her eyes remained narrowed as she watched him. Even if a month was all she had within his full clan before the slaughter, Toska had indeed grown and matured. That made the harpy leader smile as that gained him a odd look from her. Shaking his head faintly, he looked forward as she faintly barrel rolling above and falling beside him once more, eyed him cautiously as to see if he had gone totally mad. Ignoring her eyes, he wore that smile of sadness as he watched his remaining clan fly before them. "My Sire once said, it seems like everybody in the scene today is talking about how good it use to be, but today, right now, this is the way it's going to be." As Ryuichi spoke of his long passed father, a old light filled his ancient eyes as he faintly glanced to Toska before looking forward once more. "who knew, we would be going by those exact words now..."
Toska giving a weary sigh, watched him with concern filled eyes. "where will we go?" her voice was barely audible through the whistling winds as they flew over the forests in the night air. Ryuichi had heard her and with those odd emerald eyes that held an old happiness, he looked at her and continued to hold that soft sad smile upon his dry lips. "to where I know it is safe." To where it was safe... within the center of London, a few pigeons fluttered by as a demon horse galloped through the wide overgrown fields that surrounded a massive gothic aged castle lathered in winged servants that stood there, guarding and waiting for their master to return.
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"God damn it!"
with flushed cheeks due to embarrassment and annoyance at her lack of abilities. Alexial stood there, middle of the day while the others slept. Having sought a meal from the blood stored in the rundown hotel's fridge, she had tempted to phase through a wall and into her room and got stuck halfway through. Struggling with all her might, she just couldn't seem to find that supposed power within. As she grumbled swear words into the air of her room, she continued to struggle. Where was Alucard when you needed-
with a loud cry, she felt her body slide through the wall and crash roughly to the carpeted floor. Laying there with her face in the carpet that smelled musty, she gave muffled curses as she grumbling began to struggle back to her feet... "since when does a hybrid vampire daughter of a royal need a helpful push?" Alexial froze as she kneeled upon her knees, her eyes wide with fear. The voice was faint thus the user was far off, and it bothered her how he knew what had happened as well as... that man's voice, was not Alucard.
With a slow sigh, a lone figure sat outside, leaning against a sakura tree in full bloom, red eyes stared out at the orange and purple sky as the suns glow was fading away allowing the oncoming night to consume. Wearing common black jeans and tank top, with her long blond locks faintly covering her eyes, Seras sat there relaxing. Her hands lazily resting within her lap, a half drank blood bag rested to her left in the tall weeds that held a few yellow flowers. Her mind has been filled with nightmares, something of blood and worn out harpies making their nest at her castle, or rather Alucard's. she dreamt of monsters, demons... She felt him before even seeing or hearing the rustle of his coat. Upon appearing out of the thin air alongside her left by the tree's trunk, her lover stood there. Saying nothing for what seemed a long time, Seras closing her eyes, gave into the feel of his darkness, the evil so many feared that soothed her restless heart.
"How long do you plan to stay out here?"
opening her eyes, Seras blinking, looked back to the setting sun through the ruins of Tokyo. "I... don't know. But... do you know when we can... go home? To the castle?" turning her head slightly, the undead royal looked sideways to the man cloaked in red known as the king of all undead. With his orange shades resting upon his face, she could not see his eyes as his lips were also held into a thin line. With a small sigh, she looked back out to the setting sky. "I miss it, I just got use to finding my way around and we're out here... it's beautiful yes, but so is-" Seras glanced over as Alucard hunching down, like a giant feline, scooped up the half filled bag of blood and once more rose to his feet as he seemingly was eyeing the contents.
Seras smiling weakly, nodded towards the blood bag. "It's still good if you want it, it's- Alucard!" with her crimson eyes gong wide, Seras watched as he casually turning his left hand that held the bag, allowed the thick contents to spill out and slosh down into the thick weeds. "Wha? Why did you do that, that was-"
"Get up."
"Huh?"
Seras blinking, stumbled to her feet uneasily as she worriedly watched Alucard's stern face as he allowed the now empty blood bag to fall onto the ground. Uneasily shifting her weight from foot to foot, she weakly watched him as he didn't seem to move at all, he just continued to stare at her. Was he mad at her? Was it because she didn't finish her blood? Just why was he-
Alucard moved.
Seras gave a loud squeak as strong arms suddenly forced her small body into a crushing embrace against his broad chest. A embrace so crushing, if she weren't undead, suffocation would have come upon her quick. That did not happen, but fear did. Why the sudden embrace, why the sudden change in his darkness, why did she feel a faint twinge of... fear? With arms swiftly slinking around his body, she held him, or tempted to hold him as tightly as he held her. Her own fears rising as the sun's light was nearly gone from the sky leaving it a dark blue to light pink and purple. "a war is coming... isn't it?" Seras's muffled voice drew from Alucard's chest through the black suit he wore underneath his red trench. Alucard just stood there, holding her, his grip just on the border line of pain and broken bones.
"No; It's already upon us."
With a small whimper from hearing words she did not wish to hear, Seras nuzzled hard into Alucard's chest as she gripped his coat firmly within her hands. "Seras." With his right hand sliding from her back, Seras felt his warm fingers bend underneath her chin and slowly lifted up her face and eyes to level with his own as with the light fading, the glare of his shades lifted and exposed his crimson eyes beneath the orange glass. What she saw, scared her... something he held in that gaze, something he was hiding, something recently put there. She eyed him weakly, what was he hiding from her?
As he watched her, his undead mind raced. After realizing who Reign was, after realizing and remembering. There was so much more that was going to happen now, there was a war, but it wasn't upon this world, it was upon him and him alone. no longer did Alucard hold the title as king of the undead, a heartless monster who craved violence and blood. Something had opened within his heart, and his soul... he had yet to fully reclaim his full title and former status, but one thing was clear.
"No! No, please! I don't want you to leave, please!"
Alucard blinking, stared at her as he watched her suddenly burst out, her bottom lip shivered as the tears of crimson liquid began to slip down her face. Her arms no longer upon his back, clutched the sides of his red trench hard, white knuckles exposed as her body slightly shook. His crimson eyes regained a bit of his wicked composure as he was amused how even without sending any thoughts to her, nor words, she got it right away what he was planning to do. The grind of heavy chains interrupted them both as to Alucard's far right... there he stood... the cloak bellowing over his body exposing his lower face, with chains over his shoulders, the coffin hung.
"Are we ready High Lord?"
Hearing the man's low voice, Seras fearfully looked back to Alucard as the tears refused to stop trickling down her face. "Please! What's going on, why are you going to leave? Alucard, please just-" sniffling, Seras fell silent as he rising his hands, rested them tightly upon the sides of her upper arms forcing her to look straight into his eyes. "Listen, and listen well Police Girl, this war is not meant for you, it is not meant for the others, it's a war meant for me. Do not forget who changed you and brought you into this world, now the world you are living within is being threatened and I need to change that." Seras weakly searching his eyes, shook hard underneath his grip as she watched him with such pain tearing from deep within her chest, the fear she felt. "If it's my world too, why can I not defend it with you? Why can the others not help either? They belong in this world just as much as you do!" Seras couldn't control her voice as Alucard, her lover and king was suddenly looking more and more like the former master she had what seemed so long ago, and a master that seemed to have no feelings for her.
"Please, don't leave me, please... I, Alucard, don't go, please, don't go, I-"
"I will not lose you!"
Seras froze, his words and sudden violent shake to her body made everything seem to freeze up, her panic, tears, her fear. Blinking, Seras watched his eyes and looked into them as they still looking hard and cold like always, held something deep within and not like earlier.
"I will not lose you Seras Victoria; not again." His voice not so harsh anymore as his grip loosened upon her upper arms, but he was still stern, and his voice still rang deep and true to her very core as well as within his.
I will not lose you Seras Victoria! Not again!
Not again.
Seras couldn't fight the sudden shudder that trembled heavily throughout her entire body. That was right... blinking, she weakly stared up at Alucard with eyes that were unseeing as her mind was plunged into unwanted memories. Alucard had indeed lost her, one time. With a small cry passing her soft lips, Seras tightened her grip even more on her former master's sleeve, but as hard as she tried, those memories would not leave her. Memories she had seen through Alucard's mind as well as her very own. Memories, she wished to have forgotten for good.
She saw him, a dark shadow inside the flames. Gripping the two weapons, Seras drew forth seeing the fake Alucard come into focus and grinning cruelly as his black coat whipped in the fiery breath from the flames. "Greetings, may these flames become your grave, fledgling of Dracula!" the man's voice roared past the violent flames. Seras unflinching clutched the weapons tightly as she with a deliberate gait, headed right for him, murder on her heart. She wouldn't even give this man pleasure of hearing her voice. The black Alucard's red eyes bore down on Seras she drew closer, his manic smirk tightly resting on his lips.
"What, no words... you may have killed off the prototype of your master, but I'm the real deal, a true undead like yourself..." Seras fell still in her steps as the man fading from his spot was suddenly right to her left with his lips right there by her ear. "... you cannot kill me." His whispered words blew into her ear like poison. Seras without a sound, attacked. Bullets slammed into the man making him fall back hard, but as Seras reloaded the Jackal. She saw him standing there grinning cruelly as the wounds were already beginning to mend. The man merely lifted a single eyebrow and chuckling, he lunged right for Seras as she rising the gun fired. He was too fast! Seras's eyes went wide as her body was struck hard, with ribs shattering and grinding within her body, the girl screamed as her body hitting the ground hard felt his fangs slam into her throat. 'No... no... I will not... Al- " with a violent snap, Seras's eyes instantly became unfocused as her broken neck made her head loll back like a rag doll. As the vampire fed from her body, Seras was deep within her own mind, bare, and trapped within a world of fire. "A... Alucard... where am I... anybody... I can't get out... please... ALUCARD!" Seras screamed as she was imprisoned within her own mind by the false Alucard.
Alucard smashed the feeding vampire from the screaming woman. With blood flying against the blazing flames, the man in black seemed to fade from sight as Alucard uncaring of that duplicate's location, fell to his right knee hard by the woman who was soaked in her own blood. Seras coughing heavily weakly lifted her fading gaze to the red eyes that looked down at her. The girl felt her throat was mangled and barely mending, she felt her life was slipping... she was dying. With a heavy cough, blood slipped down her face from the corners of her mouth as sad red eyes looked to the man kneeling beside her. "A... Alucard... I..." her feeble voice was barely audible and watered down from the blood filling her lungs. "Seras..." Alucard spoke in a dark tone as his eyes watched her own. The girl smiled sadly as she rising her trembling hand upward, planted her cold blood soaked palm onto the man's left cheek as the blood tears fled from the corners of her eyes. "I... good... b-"her eyes going wide became a foggy grey and with a strangled gurgle, Seras's arm going limp fell to the ground heavily, spraying the blood soaked mud into the air. Alucard kneeling there beside his fallen chosen queen felt her life fade, her soul leaving her body... the man gave to a slow shaky breath as he understood... Seras Victoria was dead... and the one who caused it... Violent red eyes slammed to his left resting on the form of the duplicate vampire, and right then and there Alucard's rage soared.
Fading from sight, near to a few passing minuets, nothing happened. The duplicate stood there, confused as his crimson eyes scanned the landscape as the dead undead queen's corpse rested nearby on the muddy blood soaked ground.
That was when Alucard attacked.
The ground burst suddenly wide open like a violent volcano and the lava like a near ten story wide geyser shot up into the night air towering easily twenty five stories. The geyser of lava was abruptly shattered as two huge skeletal wings slammed out baring the wingspan of near fifty stories. With the bones cooling rapidly to a metallic black and baring near ratty like leather holey flesh over the wing joints, the lava crashed down, it's purpose of deliverance having ended.
There standing over twenty five stories tall, towered a black metallic skeleton dragon lathered in blood with eight glowing red slits for eyes on the skull as they remained shut, savage claws and ebony hair hung on the back of the heavily spiked skull that looked to be consumed by blades with jagged edges. These blades ran down his back curving back in a nasty fashion like a fish hook practically. With a muzzle that seemed like that of demon more then a dragon but still bore the resemblance of such a mythical beast, deep within the ribcage and main center of his body pulsated blood lathered organs. The heart moved sending a deep booming sound throughout the silent air letting all heart the thunderous beat, all felt the vibration echo throughout their bodies, that included those who were sheltered in a vehicle or building. Even the muddy ground rippled heavily with each beat, nothing could escape it.
As the heart pulsated deeply, lungs slowly expanded and retracted letting huge plumes of both black smoke and steam rise from his parted jaws. With each beat of the massive red heart, blood spilled from all joints of the skeletal form and sloshing down the organs as muscles began to form and shift over the bones causing more torrents of blood to spill down. Behind the mighty beast hung a long whip like tail that lashed out making the air snap and dig very deep gouges into the muddy blood lathered near liquid mess.
With the neck bones lathered in both blood and muscles grinding loudly, the demon Alucard slowly lowered his muzzle right for the bounded black Alucard. The man looking up at the monstrosity bore true fear in his red eyes as droplets of blood from the demon above sloshed onto his body. Smoke rose up as the blood melted anything it landed on. But even with his flesh melting from his face, the black Alucard trembling, kept his gaze to the shut eight red slits on the demonic skull leering over him. With jaws parting, violent embers lashed out as a tongue hung within the bottom jaw causing both drool and blood to slosh out "I am the reincarnation of true evil, the king of all darkness here on earth; I am Dracula!" All who heard his booming and very deep mental voice, cowered and plugged their ears from the pain as it was like a hot metal rod being jabbed through their skulls, a voice not meant for any ear be it undead, wolf or mortal.
Alucard uncaring of who wailed in pain, be it friend or ally; his eight red slits slowly began to pull apart letting beams of red light pour out like the very fires of hell "I am the reincarnation of true evil! The king of all darkness here on earth; I am Dracula! No copy will ever be matched to my own power and strength.. You will not win, you will not succeed... here you were created... here you will DIE!" With those violent words spoken, the demon Alucard's eyes flew open making the air suddenly fill with screams of tortured souls and true terror. With eight viciously glowing red eyes exposed and baring down on his chosen victim, Alucard parted his jaws fully as balls of black light began to gather into his mouth with the mixture of balls of bright light that wailed; souls pulled from those who didn't close their eyes in time.
The black Alucard knew he was doomed and struggling against his chains, couldn't tear his eyes from the demon above him. That was when he screamed, the false Alucard screamed loud and fearfully as his drenched hat fell from his head. Yet no matter how loud he screamed, no one was watching, all eyes were shut. With terrified red eyes falling back up to his executioner, the man wailed as the last thing he saw was a giant blast of black light flying right form him.
Hours seemed to have passed when Demon Alucard had sank once more into the earth's crust and leaving nothing but a gaping steam bellowing hole from where he had emerged. Through that steam though resting within as the clouds broke open... The rain falling heavily still, began to cleanse the blood soaked ground, washing away the signs of the war from what seemed so long ago. Yet within the pounding rains, steam clearing more exposed a man covered in black ash clinging to his fallen queen.
As the rain fell onto the man's form, the black ash began to slowly wash away exposing red cloth. Be it silent and muffled by the pouring rain, the shimmer of the red tears slipped down the man's pale face as shaky breaths muffled from the pounding rains were faintly heard. Alucard was crying; he was crying for his fallen love.
The very pain, sorrow, loss... But.. Seras continued to weakly stare up at Alucard as her once glazed sight became clear. He had lost her, but she was here right now with him, she was given the one chance of being brought back thanks to Alucard's former queen who in aiding Seras's return to the world of the living, had her soul fade into the eternal darkness never to be heard of again by Alucard or Seras.
With a slow sigh, the hardness returned to his red eyes as he fully releasing her arms, Alucard stood tall and peered down upon Seras's own gaze as she weakly looked up at him. "now, I must depart and finally rid this world of this onslaught of poisoned darkness-" Alucard who was in mid turn, stopped both in speech and motion as Seras, who looking down to the ground covered in wild grasses and weeds, clung tightly to his left sleeve with white knuckled hands. Staring forward through his shades, Alucard narrowed his crimson eyes as annoyance to the lack of understanding. "Seras, let go." Seras remained though, still clinging and saying nothing as she looked to the ground. Closing his eyes, a faint growl purred from the deep depths of Alucard's undead lungs, his patience running very thin towards his chosen queen. "Seras Victoria, let me g-"
"I don't want to lose you either!"
opening his eyes, Alucard harshly snapped his violent gaze down onto Seras as she cringing, tightened her grip on his coat sleeve as she continued to look down. "Please, I don't want to lose you either! You chose to change me, and I agreed to follow you into this world of darkness. You chose to claim me as your queen, and I took that title to become yours. So I will not leave you!"
Alucard's faint growl grew louder as he glared at her. "I must go, let go of me Police Girl!"
"No!"
her own red eyes flashed upward right into locking with his gaze, with that stubbornness that shined in her eyes from ever since him knowing her when she was even still a human, dying at his feet in a thick pool of her own blood and still to stubborn to accept that was the day she should have died. Wrapping her arms tightly around his entire arm to show she meant to not let go, Seras's eyes grew hard. "explain Alucard. Explain; why is it by how you are acting, saying you don't want to lose me. Then why is I feel it is you I will be losing if I let you go alone!" Seras practically screamed those words as the fear once more blistered over her emotional walls. It was true, no matter how hard she fought it down while she held his arm, she felt, if Alucard were to leave her, she would never see him again.
Alucard just watched her as she stared up at him, clinging to his arm as her small body shook. Narrowing his eyes, he watched her. "Lord." Reign's soft voice spoke nearby, yet Alucard's attention was fully facing Seras's eyes, her form, her rank to him. That smile oh so familiar and dark crept onto his face as he fully faced Seras who watched him with no weak and worried eyes.
Rising his free hand that was not in the arms of his love, Seras flinched hard as his flat palm softly curled onto her face causing her eyes to look up into his own. "and if I were to nail you shut in your coffin so you could not follow?" his dark voice purred as his breath tickled past her face causing a few loose blond strands of her hair to flit over her face. A very weak and timid smile fell upon her own lips as her eyes worriedly danced. "then... I would phase through... and hunt you down... Alucard..." with true worry filling her eyes, Seras lifting her left hand up, rested her flat warm palm onto the back of the hand that had encase her face, her gaze not wavering from his own. "please... let me come with you."
Alucard's grin grew, wicked and cold as he slinking his arm from Seras's grip, curled his now free arm around her waist and brought her closer to his side in a rough manner. "Fine, but we must leave now or others will wish to join. Reign?" with his malicious voice dancing with wicked glee, the vampire king releasing Seras's small form, began to walk off as with a small cry, Seras raced after. Upon walking past Reign, Alucard paid no heed to the cloaked man, yet Seras. Feebly following behind Alucard, wearily eyed the man who carried that coffin upon his back. something was very wrong with him, very wrong indeed. Little did she know who and what Reign truly was as well as his knowledge of Alucard.
Yet even though uneasy to be around this complete stranger who carried a coffin on his back with the aid of thick chains, Seras followed alongside Alucard's left. Reign taking up Alucard's right, spoke nothing as the sound he made was from the chains and his muffled footsteps. Swallowing weakly, Seras staring forward glanced to the sky as the sun's final rays of light was gone leaving a star filled sky with half a moon to light the way. Seras couldn't help but smile a she watched the stars shimmer high above. "It's beautiful..." her soft voice whispered drawing crimson eyes to the top of her blonde head. "indeed." Seras jumped hard at the unfamiliar man's voice, snapping her eyes to her right and staring past Alucard, saw Reign also looking to the sky through concealed eyes. Alucard's chuckle rang in Seras's attention as he looking forward, gave in to his all so familiar smirk. "star gazers." And with that spoken in his cold voice, Seras blinking gave a small cry as Alucard's body began to pull apart into the many little black winged bodies of red eyed bats.
"uh..." watching him flutter into the sky, Seras weakly glanced over to Reign who still stared at the sky high above. Slowly, ever so slowly, his thin mouth curled into a very small smile nearly missed by Seras's red eyes. "best follow." After speaking those words in his low voice that seemed to hold no emotion. Seras giving a startled cry, fell back hard as his coat ripping wide open down the middle in the back... Seras watched with wide crimson eyes as what was once a coat, stretched out on either side of his back as huge black leathery bat like wings that giving a violent down thrust, sent the man soaring hard into the sky like a bullet. Not wanting to be left behind, Seras drawing forth her own dark powers that were deep within.. with a few wobbly bats flying from her body, soon enough her own swarm awkwardly followed after showing to any with experienced eyes to the ways of vampires. She was still a wee bit inexperienced at the whole going from a single form to many bats and looking graceful at it.
Either way, two swarms of bats flew intermixing together as a single winged figure flew high above them. little did the young undead queen know, her undead life was going to get even more strange with the appearance of Reign AKA the wanderer.
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Me: well, that's all for now until I can come up with some more ideas, hopefully good ones at that, well till then, keep up the reviews and I shall keep up the chapters.