Chapter 6: Legend of the Phoenix
As we go on with our story, we take a small time-warp in the past again. This time, we are witnesses of a slaughter.
Old Italy, the 18th century. A Castle near the border of France, high in the cold and freezing mountains. The Castle is on top of a mountain, only to be accessed by a small road. Yet it isn't that small and quite a few people are present. Most importantly is the royal family of the region.
On top of the main gate the family name could be seen:
**~**~**
V E Y R O N
**~**~**
"Maria, you have not eaten a thing since we started dinner"
A woman dressed in white with a red rose in her hair looked at Maria, who herself was dressed in black, but also had a red rose in her hair. The two women were sitting opposite each other at a long dinner table. Filled with all sorts of food, wine and even some exotic fruit it was a meal worthy of a king. Which it was. It was the birthday of Ceasar August Veyron. He owned the entire valley surrounding the castle.
"You really should" August said. (Every one always called him august for some reason.)
"No thank you, I lost my appetite for some reason."
"Perhaps…it is me?" a voice spoke.
As a man walked into the room all hell broke out…..in Maria's head that is.
He wore black Priest clothing, had white hair that almost stood straight up, a smirk on his face and a bible in his left hand.
"I am sorry for my daughter's behaviour, father Anderson, she, somehow, does not seem to like anyone these days."
"It is no problem, I am used to it. Not everyone likes an inquisition priest…… These days."
August now knew that trouble might come from the behaviour of his daughter, so there was only one thing left to do for him……
"Maria, why don't you go and see how your mother is doing, father Anderson and I will follow shortly after dinner."
……to send her away before anything serious would happen.
"I will Father. Good night Julia……mister Anderson."
And she left, away from that horrific man. Why had her father allowed this man to stay here. It had been three days since his arrival, and there was no sign of him wanting to leave. WHY?
Outside of the castle however new people arrived, but this time….they were armed. It was the inquisitional army. The army of the 13th Iscariot division send by the Vatican itself!
"Captain, the signal!"
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, no doubt. I even saw Father Anderson himself from that window, no doubt about it!"
"The we go. It is time to rid this world of yet another dark and rotten place!"
**~**~**
Father?…..Julia?
Mother?
Anyone?
But there was nobody left. It was pure luck that Maria herself stayed alive during that battle. No, not a battle….a slaughter!
If she had not gone for the kitchen to get something to eat first, she would have been killed. She had heard men in arms and watched them search every door, so she had escaped by using the kitchen door and walking into the nearby woods. Luckily it was snowing, so she did not leave any tracks.
But what good did it do her? She was the only one left……she now stood alone…..Her mother, dad, sister…..all…..dead!
She had no strength left, all of her life force was gone. Her blood became frozen….this was her end…Anderson had won…..WHY!
As she woke up she was surprised to be alive, or sort of. She could not remember to walk back into the castle….. The winter storm had stopped and now she could see the real damage done by Anderson. She walked through every hallway and looked in every room. But, no matter were she went, there was always someone pinned to the wall with swords or completely cut up by other weapons. Blood, everywhere she looked.
She wandered around the castle, yet somehow she ended up in front of a wall in the dungeon of the castle, with her family shield on it. For no reason she touched it. To her surprise, the letter R moved a bit. And as she pushed a bit harder it moved and the wall opened. Showing a stack full of wine-bottles, with one exception. In the centre, anther shield was located, and out of the shield came an Iron demon hand, holding a cup.
This cup contained some sort of water. On the cup itself there were a few words written.
**~**~**
Owned by: Cerabel Mirelle Veyron
**~**~**
As if it had a life of its own, Maria moved the cup towards her, and drank the water.
Her body warmed up, was in pain like it was going through a change of some sort.
Again she woke up, this time with a HUGE hangover. She took a look around. She was still at the castle. Her eye found the cup from which she had drunk (and got drunk). A second text was marked on it now:
**~**~**
Holy Water (Regeneration)
Use Wise
**~**~**
So there she was, a completely new person with memories of past lives of all women named Maria Cerabel Mirelle before her.
Sitting on the cold castle floor, not scared of her new power, and with no intension of using it for evil or darkness…..She had could only think of one thing:
Anderson! He shall DIE for this!
"How nice" A shadow spoke…."They came to look for us, but now have a far greater problem…how amusing."
"Shut up Vladimir! We have to go. With August now gone, we will have to find a new place to hide from those annoying Iscariot rats" A second shadow spoke.
"Alright Gustaf, let's see how England is these days…….."
Disclaimer: Hellsing is NOT mine. This Fanfic is based upon Manga I drew, which is based upon nothing and adapted to Hellsing. Which I do NOT own!
!!!!Spoiler!!!
Chapter 7 & 8 have the same title and will explain in detail the reason why the hell Gado is in this story.