Attention everyone. I decided to rewrite this fic. You can find the new version here www dot fanfiction dot net slash s slash 3843799 slash 1slash.
I apologize for the lateness since I've been MIA.
Here's some teaser for the new version. I hope you all continue to read my fics and enjoy the new version better.
Warning: Vampire, blood, darkness, angst, slash,
AU, OOC, necromancy, beast, incest, BDSM, chan. Rated R-NC17. You've
been warned!
Pairing: as of now confirmed LMxHPxSS and RLxHG
Excerpt from the CHRONICLE: The History. ID No. V01c30F1999/XIIIth Generation.
We were not supposed to be involved, you and I. The war game did not belong to us but to them. But the foolishness of men, the curiosity that killed us all, was tempting even to the saintliest of us.
We were neither and either, magical and non magical. We were blinded by the power of the Gods; not knowing the fate that binds them could destroy our faith.
Their sins we should not disturb.
Theirs.
Not ours.
Crimson 0: Chiaroscuro – Clear Dark
He closed the book with the love of someone living far beyond age and generations. He carefully laid his glasses on the table and gazed outside the window with old eyes. The wrinkles on his forehead eased, and his posture relaxed on the old rickety chair. His mind traveled back, to the time before until the time he lived through afterwards.
He remembered laughter and tears and the eras of men then.
He remembered a family, a child and a destiny, and what could be and could not.
Two children hands embraced him from both sides. Their childish smile on pink faces brought the light from the dark recesses of his mind. He laughed with them and patted their heads.
He regretted the war and the death(s).
But he never regretted living and loving.
Trinity Blood: Crimson
Stigmata
By IncubusSuccubus