Hello! Years ago I wrote an incomplete crossover fanfiction of Capcom's Resident Evil and Haunting Ground. Unfortunately I got distracted by life and other games/stories but now I have decided to come back to it. Many apologies to those who have been waiting on this one. I am very grateful for your patience. Also, I have moved on to the website Archive of Our Own, going by the username DistantRain. While I will continue to upload HE here as well, I will be more active in that website rather than this one.
To those who are new to Haunting Evil, it is set in 2005 – one year after RE4 and after the first half of HG's Ending D. Fiona did not abuse Hewie in this story (as that is the requirement for the ending). It will contain spoilers from both HG and the RE series, as well as contents such as violence, blood & gore, language and upsetting themes that could be triggering. This includes physical & mental abuse, trauma and others to come. More warnings will be given in advance within later chapters to the best of my abilities for those who may be sensitive and avoid spoilers of this story.
Thank you very much for taking the time to read this and I hope you enjoy.
HAUNTING EVIL
Prologue
"THAT, my dear, is what you will become in the future."
"...You WILL be mine..."
"...I've decided you shall give birth to me."
"Don't worry, I do not intend to kill you... if you would just lend me your womb."
"I shall be born again. This time, with YOUR Azoth."
It was over. It was all over.
The last shred of hope was nothing but futile. Every time those words would repeat in her head, her heart would sink, her soul would fade away, her mind would fall apart. Those exact words from him would haunt her forever. She wasn't sure how long it had been since this nightmare began... but there was no point in going on. He had blocked every path she could take.
Her companion, her dear friend, could still be out there. She feared he had lost to that bullet. The dreadful thought sent more tears to her eyes, staining her face and tangled in her lashes.
She didn't know what to do anymore.
It was too much to take.
She wanted to shut everything out, even her own existence... To let the man who stole her life do as he will with the empty shell she was becoming. Just to end it all...
To end the pain that ached her body tremendously...
Bruises blemished her pale skin. Blood trickled down her face, down her arm, down her thighs... soaking the bed sheets and her torn dress. She was curled in a ball in an attempt to hide the state she was in from her vision. She felt so numb but could not stop shaking and felt her sore throat lump yet refused to let it escape past her lips.
She was completely convinced that she was doomed to live a life of eternal hell...
...in the castle he called her home...