Scarlet Symphony
By Silver Miko MidnightSiren182@yahoo.com
CHAPTER II: Tearjerker
11th century Japan
Miho
Blood. Red blood everywhere, on her hands, face, in her hair. She looked, body trembling, at the corpse in front of her. The body of Mikagi, her own husband, a mortal man.
She looked to her children, who were asleep. She had put them to sleep using her powers.
She never…intended this.
She was a Tennyo, a celestial maiden who protected the world from demons. She had been bathing when Mikagi approached her with her hagoromo. She accepted it, and sensed gentleness in the man.
They soon married and had children….he worshipped her and she was treated as a daughter of heaven…but their happiness would not last.
Mikagi never told her he had been bitten by a vampire before she had given him some of her celestial powers…he let the disease seize his mind…then finally his body. She tried to run away with their children, when he stopped her.
He refused to let her leave.
A passerby, an innocent, tried to help, and Mikagi bit the man, who fell. Mikagi laughed and cut his own hand, then slammed it over the stranger's mouth.
"See how easily I can corrupt? I am no longer a mortal you saw yourself so above!"
When their son tried to stop his father, Mikagi slammed him against a tree. She attacked. Unleashed her celestial powers and destroyed him.
Slumped against a large pine tree, she wept.
The man stirred.
She looked up and watched him sit up, his neck wound healed, but blood remaining.
"You've been infected…you will…become like him soon…" she said weakly.
The man trembled, afraid.
"I don't want…to become a monster. Can't you do anything? You're a Tennyo, aren't you?" he asked, panicked.
She looked at him sadly.
"I'm sorry…I…I'm so weak. I'm about to fade. My husband hid my hagoromo…I need it to survive here on Earth…I…gave him some of my power to help me fight…that…was how he got my hagoromo. It has now returned to me…but it is too late. I'm sorry…I don't have the strength or power to help…"
The man let out a sob of anguish.
"Please, young man, you will not turn for another day…I'm so sorry I ca…cannot help you…but please…take my children to the village…they will be safe there…"
"I will. Why…why is this my fate? I only wanted to help." He said pained.
"I know…thank you. I….I shall give you…my last gift to give…a fortune telling…" she closed her eyes.
"You…there will be something…to bring you towards light…blood, tears, sadness, anger…it will all pinnacle to a turning point for you…centuries….decades…from now…"
"I don't understand."
"All…will become clear. Do…not lose heart…ahhh…your name…Tooya…'ten nights'…somehow…I feel…close to me, part of me, will say this name again…go now. Your time is short…I just hope…your suffering ends, before you yourself cause suffering."
"What is your name, Tennyo?"
"…Ceres…"
"I shall never forget that name…I just hope…I do not…it is hopeless, isn't it?"
"Tooya…come here." She said faintly.
Tooya sat before her. She grabbed his face and pressed her lips against his, breathing a breath into him.
"Never forget yourself." She whispered, already beginning to fade into the large pine tree.
Tooya, shaken, stood up and took the children to the village.
***
1820
London, England
Mists covered the cobbled streets of London, as all of fashionable society lay asleep.
The soft sighs of Lady Marlowe reached the sensitive ears of the auburn hair man.
"Mr. Wolf…you are a naughty boy indeed!" the woman in her forties squealed.
"More than you know, my lady…" he drawled, as he bared her neck and bit into the delicate skin.
Dropping the woman to the ground, he wiped his mouth clean.
"Not my taste…but not bad, Lady Marlowe…"
He grabbed her body and threw it over the dock, into the water, watching it sink slowly.
Adjusting his hat, he grasped his cane and strolled off into the night, humming a nameless tune.
~~~
It was another boring affair, Lady Osbaldestone's annual pre-Season ball. He was obligated to appear, for it would ostracize him from the society he wished to blend into.
"Mr. Wolf! You came!" an old woman in a lovely light blue gown with a walking cane said with a delighted smile.
"Mrs. Osbaldestone, missing your ball would make me a pariah, and it is something I surely think would make my assimilation into the ton very difficult." He drawled, kissing her hand.
"You flatter me, Mr. Wolf. I must attend to my other guests now…you should as well. It wouldn't hurt to be social."
"My dear Mrs. Osbaldestone, I am the paragon of social, I really…am…" he murmured, his words trailing off as he saw her.
Shining blue eyes. A young woman of maybe eighteen wearing a blue gown.
"Who is that?" he asked astonished.
"Who? Oh..young Lady Michael. That would be Lady Ana Michael, daughter of the Earl of Dexter. She's quite the subject of gossip. With her looks and charm, she'll surely make a match before the Season ends..why? Interested?"
"Immensely." He murmured, signaling a good bye as he moved towards Lady Michael.
He could sense right away that she was half gypsy. Her voice had an edge of the accent of the Russian clans of gypsies that had spread throughout Europe. He appeared before her and grasped her hand, kissing it gently.
"Good evening, miss. Please allow me to introduce myself. I am Timothy Wolf."
She looked him up and down, her eyes narrowing slightly.
"Indeed. I assume you inquired my name before speaking to me, so I have no need to introduce myself."
He raised an eyebrow at her and grinned.
"Care to dance?"
"Not particularly, but you may accompany me on a stroll in the gardens, Mr. Wolf."
"Indeed? That would give me great pleasure." He said, a feral gleam in his eye.
They strolled out to the vast garden past columns of marble adorned with ivy and into the center where a fountain stood amidst bushes of white roses.
Lady Michael turned around and faced him, met his eyes.
"Tell me, is Timothy Wolf your real name? Or just an alias of the week?"
"What?" he asked, somewhat startled and then understanding dawned on him as he sensed it. Power. She had power had been hiding from him.
"Oh? Well, looks like there's more to you than meets the eye? Tell me who you are and I just might tell you my real name."
"I am a demon hunter."
"I gathered as much in the last few minutes, but no other demon hunter I've met has any trace of the power I feel from you. You're…different."
She smiled.
"That's because I'm a celestial demon hunter, descended from the blood of heaven. I am the direct descendent of the celestial maiden Diana, and I can call upon her powers. Allow me to demonstrate."
Closing her eyes, a strange violet aura surrounded her and her hair changed to a dark blue. When she opened her eyes, they were gold.
A bow that seemed made up of light appeared.
Raising it forward she pulled the string back as an arrow appeared.
"Your name matters not to me, for you will not be around much longer." She said, her voice deeper, more mature.
Tooya just stared at her with wide eyes.
"Ceres never told me this in her final fortune." He murmured to himself.
"Ceres?!" she said with a gasp, lowering her bow.
"The celestial maiden Ceres told me my fortune before she died."
"Why would she…Ceres would not have told a vampire anything!"
"I wasn't a vampire yet."
"Explain."
He did so, and she listened, then returned to her former self.
"Ceres was my close relative. I thank you for trying to save my life. In exchange, I will do all in my power to help you find a way to be human again."
He snorted.
"And why would I want that?"
"Because this is no life you lead. I can hear your thoughts that scream so loud. You want mortality…but are waiting. I shall help you, I give you my word of the River Styx."
"Do whatever you want. You may help me as you wish." He said, then looked over her and smiled.
"If you'll excuse me, I must at least try to act human and be social."
"Whoever you are, I ask of you, feed no more on innocents. If you must, feed on those who threaten peace. I cannot allow innocent deaths."
"If you want…I have no quarrels with it. I must bid you good night Lady Michael. I'm sure I'll be seeing you."
"Yes. Indeed."
He walked off and she watched him silently.
"His is a tragic tale indeed. There will be more suffering in his existence than anyone should endure. I will pray for this fallen man of sorrow."
End of chapter two
There…I updated..I apologize but being a college student…REALLY is busy. Art majors have a shitload of stuff to do and I work and stuff. And I have no internet at home. Sorry people. I'll do my best!
Next Chapter: Chapter 3: What It Is to Burn
By Silver Miko MidnightSiren182@yahoo.com
CHAPTER II: Tearjerker
11th century Japan
Miho
Blood. Red blood everywhere, on her hands, face, in her hair. She looked, body trembling, at the corpse in front of her. The body of Mikagi, her own husband, a mortal man.
She looked to her children, who were asleep. She had put them to sleep using her powers.
She never…intended this.
She was a Tennyo, a celestial maiden who protected the world from demons. She had been bathing when Mikagi approached her with her hagoromo. She accepted it, and sensed gentleness in the man.
They soon married and had children….he worshipped her and she was treated as a daughter of heaven…but their happiness would not last.
Mikagi never told her he had been bitten by a vampire before she had given him some of her celestial powers…he let the disease seize his mind…then finally his body. She tried to run away with their children, when he stopped her.
He refused to let her leave.
A passerby, an innocent, tried to help, and Mikagi bit the man, who fell. Mikagi laughed and cut his own hand, then slammed it over the stranger's mouth.
"See how easily I can corrupt? I am no longer a mortal you saw yourself so above!"
When their son tried to stop his father, Mikagi slammed him against a tree. She attacked. Unleashed her celestial powers and destroyed him.
Slumped against a large pine tree, she wept.
The man stirred.
She looked up and watched him sit up, his neck wound healed, but blood remaining.
"You've been infected…you will…become like him soon…" she said weakly.
The man trembled, afraid.
"I don't want…to become a monster. Can't you do anything? You're a Tennyo, aren't you?" he asked, panicked.
She looked at him sadly.
"I'm sorry…I…I'm so weak. I'm about to fade. My husband hid my hagoromo…I need it to survive here on Earth…I…gave him some of my power to help me fight…that…was how he got my hagoromo. It has now returned to me…but it is too late. I'm sorry…I don't have the strength or power to help…"
The man let out a sob of anguish.
"Please, young man, you will not turn for another day…I'm so sorry I ca…cannot help you…but please…take my children to the village…they will be safe there…"
"I will. Why…why is this my fate? I only wanted to help." He said pained.
"I know…thank you. I….I shall give you…my last gift to give…a fortune telling…" she closed her eyes.
"You…there will be something…to bring you towards light…blood, tears, sadness, anger…it will all pinnacle to a turning point for you…centuries….decades…from now…"
"I don't understand."
"All…will become clear. Do…not lose heart…ahhh…your name…Tooya…'ten nights'…somehow…I feel…close to me, part of me, will say this name again…go now. Your time is short…I just hope…your suffering ends, before you yourself cause suffering."
"What is your name, Tennyo?"
"…Ceres…"
"I shall never forget that name…I just hope…I do not…it is hopeless, isn't it?"
"Tooya…come here." She said faintly.
Tooya sat before her. She grabbed his face and pressed her lips against his, breathing a breath into him.
"Never forget yourself." She whispered, already beginning to fade into the large pine tree.
Tooya, shaken, stood up and took the children to the village.
***
1820
London, England
Mists covered the cobbled streets of London, as all of fashionable society lay asleep.
The soft sighs of Lady Marlowe reached the sensitive ears of the auburn hair man.
"Mr. Wolf…you are a naughty boy indeed!" the woman in her forties squealed.
"More than you know, my lady…" he drawled, as he bared her neck and bit into the delicate skin.
Dropping the woman to the ground, he wiped his mouth clean.
"Not my taste…but not bad, Lady Marlowe…"
He grabbed her body and threw it over the dock, into the water, watching it sink slowly.
Adjusting his hat, he grasped his cane and strolled off into the night, humming a nameless tune.
~~~
It was another boring affair, Lady Osbaldestone's annual pre-Season ball. He was obligated to appear, for it would ostracize him from the society he wished to blend into.
"Mr. Wolf! You came!" an old woman in a lovely light blue gown with a walking cane said with a delighted smile.
"Mrs. Osbaldestone, missing your ball would make me a pariah, and it is something I surely think would make my assimilation into the ton very difficult." He drawled, kissing her hand.
"You flatter me, Mr. Wolf. I must attend to my other guests now…you should as well. It wouldn't hurt to be social."
"My dear Mrs. Osbaldestone, I am the paragon of social, I really…am…" he murmured, his words trailing off as he saw her.
Shining blue eyes. A young woman of maybe eighteen wearing a blue gown.
"Who is that?" he asked astonished.
"Who? Oh..young Lady Michael. That would be Lady Ana Michael, daughter of the Earl of Dexter. She's quite the subject of gossip. With her looks and charm, she'll surely make a match before the Season ends..why? Interested?"
"Immensely." He murmured, signaling a good bye as he moved towards Lady Michael.
He could sense right away that she was half gypsy. Her voice had an edge of the accent of the Russian clans of gypsies that had spread throughout Europe. He appeared before her and grasped her hand, kissing it gently.
"Good evening, miss. Please allow me to introduce myself. I am Timothy Wolf."
She looked him up and down, her eyes narrowing slightly.
"Indeed. I assume you inquired my name before speaking to me, so I have no need to introduce myself."
He raised an eyebrow at her and grinned.
"Care to dance?"
"Not particularly, but you may accompany me on a stroll in the gardens, Mr. Wolf."
"Indeed? That would give me great pleasure." He said, a feral gleam in his eye.
They strolled out to the vast garden past columns of marble adorned with ivy and into the center where a fountain stood amidst bushes of white roses.
Lady Michael turned around and faced him, met his eyes.
"Tell me, is Timothy Wolf your real name? Or just an alias of the week?"
"What?" he asked, somewhat startled and then understanding dawned on him as he sensed it. Power. She had power had been hiding from him.
"Oh? Well, looks like there's more to you than meets the eye? Tell me who you are and I just might tell you my real name."
"I am a demon hunter."
"I gathered as much in the last few minutes, but no other demon hunter I've met has any trace of the power I feel from you. You're…different."
She smiled.
"That's because I'm a celestial demon hunter, descended from the blood of heaven. I am the direct descendent of the celestial maiden Diana, and I can call upon her powers. Allow me to demonstrate."
Closing her eyes, a strange violet aura surrounded her and her hair changed to a dark blue. When she opened her eyes, they were gold.
A bow that seemed made up of light appeared.
Raising it forward she pulled the string back as an arrow appeared.
"Your name matters not to me, for you will not be around much longer." She said, her voice deeper, more mature.
Tooya just stared at her with wide eyes.
"Ceres never told me this in her final fortune." He murmured to himself.
"Ceres?!" she said with a gasp, lowering her bow.
"The celestial maiden Ceres told me my fortune before she died."
"Why would she…Ceres would not have told a vampire anything!"
"I wasn't a vampire yet."
"Explain."
He did so, and she listened, then returned to her former self.
"Ceres was my close relative. I thank you for trying to save my life. In exchange, I will do all in my power to help you find a way to be human again."
He snorted.
"And why would I want that?"
"Because this is no life you lead. I can hear your thoughts that scream so loud. You want mortality…but are waiting. I shall help you, I give you my word of the River Styx."
"Do whatever you want. You may help me as you wish." He said, then looked over her and smiled.
"If you'll excuse me, I must at least try to act human and be social."
"Whoever you are, I ask of you, feed no more on innocents. If you must, feed on those who threaten peace. I cannot allow innocent deaths."
"If you want…I have no quarrels with it. I must bid you good night Lady Michael. I'm sure I'll be seeing you."
"Yes. Indeed."
He walked off and she watched him silently.
"His is a tragic tale indeed. There will be more suffering in his existence than anyone should endure. I will pray for this fallen man of sorrow."
End of chapter two
There…I updated..I apologize but being a college student…REALLY is busy. Art majors have a shitload of stuff to do and I work and stuff. And I have no internet at home. Sorry people. I'll do my best!
Next Chapter: Chapter 3: What It Is to Burn