Beginning's End
By: Lazeralk
Standard disclaimers apply.
"Every new beginning comes from some other beginning's end." – Semisonic
Part 9
To my reviewers, thank you so much for remaining loyal, here's the really long ass fight scene part 1. Let the war begin.
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Seras gasped. She'd have sworn that the blade had been destroyed. She mentally called for her own unique child, but was met with stony silence. She frowned but readjusted her aim as not to hit the sword. She called again, but still she received no answer.
"Do you really believe that little toy will help you? You're nothing but a maggot usurper, unworthy of even the lowest circles of Hell. The Blade to Call All Darkness was birthed from the womb of my child; Allen will not obey one so weak. I could have crushed you with all of my seals in place and now that I am free of my human master you don't stand a chance against me." Mocked Arucard, his free hand drawing his gun and then aiming it casually.
He fired all the bullets in rapid succession until he'd emptied the clip. Loki arched one elegant eyebrow. Shadow staggered under the unexpected assault, but kept her feet. The eighteen bullets now embedded in her stomach were giving off a slight smoke as her skin closed up around them.
"Sword?" she asked.
"Yes, match the length if you would." He told her, not moving his eyes from Loki's coolly grinning form.
Shadow drove her hand into her stomach and pulled the sword out. She placed the tip of one of her shadow blades to the hilt and watched as the shadows melted the metals and coated the handle of the new sword with a shadowsteel that was non-detrimental to vampires. When she was finished she tossed the weapon to the true nosfaratu.
Arucard caught the blade without looking at it and held it loosely in one hand.
"Oh, and by the way scum, my name isn't Mikado anymore. It's Arucard."
Loki simmered on the inside but gave his former master a snide smirk. He held a hand up and then snapped his fingers. Werewolves, standing seven feet tall, all in half beast form emerged from the shadows that coated the walls. They stood in a single line behind their vampire master and snarled at their enemies.
Behind them came a second line, but not of werewolves or vampires, the second line consisted of towering ten-foot demons. The hell spawned monstrosities had great arching wings, wickedly curved claws. Huge gaping maws displayed rows of razor teeth embedded on cherry red gums, though they made no sound at all. Their eyes glowed with evil energy, and their black skin glisten in the light like something not quite real. They burned with black power and a malice so deep that it made the air thick with hatred and pain.
From the two side entrances, and the two small servants entrances poured Arucard's newly freed vampires. They were full bodied again, graceful and heartbreakingly beautiful though all were completely covered in blood. The vampire with the long black hair came to stand beside Arucard; he bowed low then whispered in his King's ear.
"My Lord, we are three hundred sixty two strong, and we have all pledged our unlives to you, the rightful King."
"Tell me your name vampire." Said Arucard, his eyes still trained on Loki.
"I am Jonas."
"Jonas. You and Galina will direct the others against the wolves and the demons. Attack the demons together, with as many of you as possible. Protect the Police-girl and Katrina at all costs. Hallow's Basilisks will be able to help with the demons as well, but if he dies they will begin killing indiscriminately." Answered the No Life King.
"As you command my Master." Said Jonas as he moved back and began whispering their orders to the rest of them. Arucard smiled, relishing the sound of that title directed at him.
Hallow tapped his staff on the ground three times and up through the marble floor exploded three massive basilisks, each of their scaled bodies thick as tree trunks. Two of them had their eyes sealed shut but the largest, a good thirty feet in length, was a true cockatrice or fire-breathing serpent. His eyes were wide open and the pale yellow and black orbs stared unblinking at the gathered army, its forked tongue licking the air.
"Time to die!" screamed Arucard as he charged, his sword leveled before him. Loki's face twisted into an ugly snarl as he to engaged in combat. The two swords met and sparked sending the rest of the monsters into action. The werewolves charged, saliva flying from their snapping jaws, the demons moved silently foreword their massive claws raking the ground and leaving pools of hissing poison trailing behind them.
Seras fired her cannon into the mass of fur and death approaching and hurried to reload, not even watching to see if the shell connected with anything or not. An explosion rocked the room as she sighted her next shot, leaving pieces of dead and dying wolves in its wake. The demons shrugged off the blows, continuing their eerie death march. She fired again, still calling for Allen and receiving no answer.
Isabella was once again in the air, her bats swarming around the ceiling and diving down as one mass to attack the wolves. The vampires under Jonas and Galina moved as the two elder vampires shouted orders to them over the roaring din of the battle; they broke into groups of twenty and surrounded the demons. They attacked in tandem forcing the demons to halt and heal themselves as what passed for their flesh was torn from their bodies and black ooze spilled from their wounds like blood. One of the vampires dared to take a taste and immediately fell to the ground as the poison dissolved him from the inside. His echoing screams warned the others not to be so foolish.
Katrina stood beside Hallow, her knives finding the skulls of any wolf that got too close to the blind one. Hallow's head was bowed in concentration as he mentally directed his three massive servants. The two smaller basilisks had opened their eyes and were laying their deadly gaze on any who ventured a look. Two of the demons had fallen to the ground and had yet to get up.
Arucard's sword had left a long gash down Loki's arm that was not healing. Allen had struck him twice in the chest but the wounds sealed up almost instantly, as if his child's sword did not wish to harm him. Loki had already called on the dark blade's power and had received no answer. Arucard grinned insanely and twisted his torso; driving his newly forged blade into the air Loki had occupied a moment before. The younger vampire attempted to return the favor and was rewarded with a bullet in the head, courtesy of Arucard's second Jackal.
Loki's back hit the floor and Arucard laughed manically. Little brat wasn't so hard to kill after all. He tucked his gun away and put a fresh clip into his first Jackal, also tucking it away. Loki's body rose off the floor and reanimated itself. He leapt up and plunged Allen into his opponent's chest and out his back. Arucard coughed up blood and regarded the usurper with new interest.
Loki gripped his blade with both hands and pulled it sharply up, cleaving Arucard's head in two. Where there should have been a mass of blood and internal organs, there was only inky blackness, and hundreds of crimson eyes. The black ooze took on a life of it's own and rose out of Arucard's body like an insect, leaving the discarded husk behind. Then the shell of the man melted and moved of it's own accord to join the growing mass of monstrous black.
Loki gazed up at the new form of the vampire Arucard and fear crossed his face for the first time in a century. Every cell in his body told him to run, that he was no match for this creature, but his body was frozen with terror.
"Come on! Is that the best you've got? Fight me! Fight me damn you!" roared Arucard, hellhound heads exploding from the gelatinous mass, opening their razor toothed maws and snarling at the petrified vampire. Allen pulsed with power, the sword struggling to get free.
-Mother! – He cried into the minds of all who would listen before Loki's face hardened and the fear vanished under his arrogant mask once more and he smothered the blade's power with his own.
"Allen!" cried Seras over the din, though her voice was lost in noise. She had run out of shells for the halconnen and was now using the six-foot barrel as a battering ram to clear a path towards her master. The Cassul was out and being fired almost continuously into the mayhem.
Vampires and wolves fought and bled all around her. She watched as wolf tore out a young looking girl's throat out only to have its neck snapped in half by another vampire. The air above her was suddenly filled with flame as the cockatrice attempted to roast one of the silent demons. She tripped over the carcass of a dead vampire; this one lay on it's back with half of its chest missing. It looked as if someone had eaten their way under the ribs and then torn the heart out. She covered her mouth with the back of her hand and tried not to throw up.
She struggled to her feet, pausing to shoot a wolf in the face, blowing its brains out the back of its head. The blood was thick in the air and threatened to overwhelm her, calling to her own bloodthirsty demon. She bit her lip, then holstered the Cassul in time to lift the halconnen and swing it in front of her, knocking six approaching wolves to the floor. She shot three of them before the remaining half began to stand again. One lunged for her legs and sank its teeth into her shin. She aimed carefully and shot the place where the neck ended and the back began, severing the wolf's spine.
She was momentarily fascinated by the pearly white bone sticking out at an odd angle, before she was drawn back into the chaos that surrounded her. She pushed her way through the battlefield, blood dripping from various minor wounds on her petite body. She pushed along the wall until she was even with her master, who was sending hellhounds against the vampire who'd taken her master's throne. Out of the corner of her eye she caught movement and turned her full attention to it.
Stalking towards Hallow was the biggest, meanest and strangest looking werewolf she'd ever seen. It stood some eight feet tall, it's face both human and canine at the same time and it was wearing some sort of collar around its neck. From the collar hung the broken end of chain, swinging as it moved.
"Hallow!" she yelled, hoping he would hear her. He jerked his head in her direction, then turned towards Katrina as she screamed wordlessly. The giant wolf had driven its claws through the small redhead's body and held her suspended in mid-air like she weighed nothing.
Abandoning her plans to help her master she rushed towards the blind vampire, swinging her cannon back and fourth aimlessly as she ran. She reached Hallow just in time to push him to the ground and out of the way of the big wolf's next strike. Seras chanced a look at him and saw why it had taken so long for the wolf to attack. He'd eaten Katrina. All of her.
Seras stared up at the monster with horror filled eyes, still clutching Hallow's white cloak.
"Cover your eyes!" he hissed at her, pulling her down on top of him and rolling away from the wolf. One of the twenty-five foot death-stare basilisks had answered its master's call and was slithering towards them. The snake flashed fangs at the wolves and vampires that scrambled to get out of the way, many of them falling to the ground with the touch of the serpents gaze.
The big wolf closed his eyes and lashed out with a taloned hand. The snake reared back and then snapped it's powerful jaws, just missing the quick moving wolf. Fenrir ducked his head and looked down at his feet, he used his peripheral vision to watch the snakes belly move across the floor.
A demon was felled by a group of vampires nearby and the dying hell spawn toppled and collapsed right on top of the basilisk. The serpent turned and hissed at the creature, sinking its poison fangs into the meat of the demon. The monster drove its claws into the basilisk in retaliation before succumbing to death. The snake fought, twisting and turning to free itself of the deadweight and the piercing claws still embedded in its body.
Fenrir rushed forward and drove both hands into the snake at neck level, ripping and tearing at the meat. The basilisk shook its head and tossed the wolf into the wall, where he collided and slid the floor in a daze. He shook his great wolf head and spotted Hallow and Seras lying on the ground, Hallow's unseeing eyes turned towards the battle, his hand clamped over the eyes of the small blonde.
He growled at them and stomped towards them, rage twisting his face into something awful. Seras heard his coming and pulled the Cassul free of its holster, aiming blindly. He tried to locate the wolf with her ears but there was simply too much noise in the room. She pulled at Hallow's hand and he let her go, concentrating on perceiving the battle through the senses of his snakes.
The basilisk was attempting to pull the demon's corps off of it with its jaws, and its head was turned away from its master. Seras sighted the Cassul and fired twice into the big wolf's chest.
"Your puny human weapon cannot kill me mortal! I am a God!" Fenrir roared, lifting one massive paw to cut the girl in half. Seras screamed and pulled the trigger again and again and again until there were no more bullets left and still she pulled the trigger.
The basilisks abruptly vanished, their bodies dissolving into the air as Hallow threw aside his staff and pulled Seras out of the way and took the blow meant for her. The wolf's claws came down on his shoulder and split him open to the hip. His agonizing scream rent the air as his heart was shredded and he finally fell to the blood soaked floor in true death.
Arucard paused in his fight with the surprisingly spry Loki as he felt one of his oldest friends die.
"HALLOW!" he bellowed, his voice reverberating through the room.
In his moment of grief and distraction, Loki threw aside the Blade to Call All Darkness, grasped Arucard's blessed sword and sliced the nosfaratu in half. Arucard screamed as the holy blessing burned his flesh and his form collapsed in on itself, the black ooze turning to blood and mixing with the river on the floor until he was completely indiscernible.
End part 9 Please don't be mad at me!
To my reviewers, thank you so much for remaining loyal, here's the really long ass fight scene part 1. Let the war begin.
*
Seras gasped. She'd have sworn that the blade had been destroyed. She mentally called for her own unique child, but was met with stony silence. She frowned but readjusted her aim as not to hit the sword. She called again, but still she received no answer.
"Do you really believe that little toy will help you? You're nothing but a maggot usurper, unworthy of even the lowest circles of Hell. The Blade to Call All Darkness was birthed from the womb of my child; Allen will not obey one so weak. I could have crushed you with all of my seals in place and now that I am free of my human master you don't stand a chance against me." Mocked Arucard, his free hand drawing his gun and then aiming it casually.
He fired all the bullets in rapid succession until he'd emptied the clip. Loki arched one elegant eyebrow. Shadow staggered under the unexpected assault, but kept her feet. The eighteen bullets now embedded in her stomach were giving off a slight smoke as her skin closed up around them.
"Sword?" she asked.
"Yes, match the length if you would." He told her, not moving his eyes from Loki's coolly grinning form.
Shadow drove her hand into her stomach and pulled the sword out. She placed the tip of one of her shadow blades to the hilt and watched as the shadows melted the metals and coated the handle of the new sword with a shadowsteel that was non-detrimental to vampires. When she was finished she tossed the weapon to the true nosfaratu.
Arucard caught the blade without looking at it and held it loosely in one hand.
"Oh, and by the way scum, my name isn't Mikado anymore. It's Arucard."
Loki simmered on the inside but gave his former master a snide smirk. He held a hand up and then snapped his fingers. Werewolves, standing seven feet tall, all in half beast form emerged from the shadows that coated the walls. They stood in a single line behind their vampire master and snarled at their enemies.
Behind them came a second line, but not of werewolves or vampires, the second line consisted of towering ten-foot demons. The hell spawned monstrosities had great arching wings, wickedly curved claws. Huge gaping maws displayed rows of razor teeth embedded on cherry red gums, though they made no sound at all. Their eyes glowed with evil energy, and their black skin glisten in the light like something not quite real. They burned with black power and a malice so deep that it made the air thick with hatred and pain.
From the two side entrances, and the two small servants entrances poured Arucard's newly freed vampires. They were full bodied again, graceful and heartbreakingly beautiful though all were completely covered in blood. The vampire with the long black hair came to stand beside Arucard; he bowed low then whispered in his King's ear.
"My Lord, we are three hundred sixty two strong, and we have all pledged our unlives to you, the rightful King."
"Tell me your name vampire." Said Arucard, his eyes still trained on Loki.
"I am Jonas."
"Jonas. You and Galina will direct the others against the wolves and the demons. Attack the demons together, with as many of you as possible. Protect the Police-girl and Katrina at all costs. Hallow's Basilisks will be able to help with the demons as well, but if he dies they will begin killing indiscriminately." Answered the No Life King.
"As you command my Master." Said Jonas as he moved back and began whispering their orders to the rest of them. Arucard smiled, relishing the sound of that title directed at him.
Hallow tapped his staff on the ground three times and up through the marble floor exploded three massive basilisks, each of their scaled bodies thick as tree trunks. Two of them had their eyes sealed shut but the largest, a good thirty feet in length, was a true cockatrice or fire-breathing serpent. His eyes were wide open and the pale yellow and black orbs stared unblinking at the gathered army, its forked tongue licking the air.
"Time to die!" screamed Arucard as he charged, his sword leveled before him. Loki's face twisted into an ugly snarl as he to engaged in combat. The two swords met and sparked sending the rest of the monsters into action. The werewolves charged, saliva flying from their snapping jaws, the demons moved silently foreword their massive claws raking the ground and leaving pools of hissing poison trailing behind them.
Seras fired her cannon into the mass of fur and death approaching and hurried to reload, not even watching to see if the shell connected with anything or not. An explosion rocked the room as she sighted her next shot, leaving pieces of dead and dying wolves in its wake. The demons shrugged off the blows, continuing their eerie death march. She fired again, still calling for Allen and receiving no answer.
Isabella was once again in the air, her bats swarming around the ceiling and diving down as one mass to attack the wolves. The vampires under Jonas and Galina moved as the two elder vampires shouted orders to them over the roaring din of the battle; they broke into groups of twenty and surrounded the demons. They attacked in tandem forcing the demons to halt and heal themselves as what passed for their flesh was torn from their bodies and black ooze spilled from their wounds like blood. One of the vampires dared to take a taste and immediately fell to the ground as the poison dissolved him from the inside. His echoing screams warned the others not to be so foolish.
Katrina stood beside Hallow, her knives finding the skulls of any wolf that got too close to the blind one. Hallow's head was bowed in concentration as he mentally directed his three massive servants. The two smaller basilisks had opened their eyes and were laying their deadly gaze on any who ventured a look. Two of the demons had fallen to the ground and had yet to get up.
Arucard's sword had left a long gash down Loki's arm that was not healing. Allen had struck him twice in the chest but the wounds sealed up almost instantly, as if his child's sword did not wish to harm him. Loki had already called on the dark blade's power and had received no answer. Arucard grinned insanely and twisted his torso; driving his newly forged blade into the air Loki had occupied a moment before. The younger vampire attempted to return the favor and was rewarded with a bullet in the head, courtesy of Arucard's second Jackal.
Loki's back hit the floor and Arucard laughed manically. Little brat wasn't so hard to kill after all. He tucked his gun away and put a fresh clip into his first Jackal, also tucking it away. Loki's body rose off the floor and reanimated itself. He leapt up and plunged Allen into his opponent's chest and out his back. Arucard coughed up blood and regarded the usurper with new interest.
Loki gripped his blade with both hands and pulled it sharply up, cleaving Arucard's head in two. Where there should have been a mass of blood and internal organs, there was only inky blackness, and hundreds of crimson eyes. The black ooze took on a life of it's own and rose out of Arucard's body like an insect, leaving the discarded husk behind. Then the shell of the man melted and moved of it's own accord to join the growing mass of monstrous black.
Loki gazed up at the new form of the vampire Arucard and fear crossed his face for the first time in a century. Every cell in his body told him to run, that he was no match for this creature, but his body was frozen with terror.
"Come on! Is that the best you've got? Fight me! Fight me damn you!" roared Arucard, hellhound heads exploding from the gelatinous mass, opening their razor toothed maws and snarling at the petrified vampire. Allen pulsed with power, the sword struggling to get free.
-Mother! – He cried into the minds of all who would listen before Loki's face hardened and the fear vanished under his arrogant mask once more and he smothered the blade's power with his own.
"Allen!" cried Seras over the din, though her voice was lost in noise. She had run out of shells for the halconnen and was now using the six-foot barrel as a battering ram to clear a path towards her master. The Cassul was out and being fired almost continuously into the mayhem.
Vampires and wolves fought and bled all around her. She watched as wolf tore out a young looking girl's throat out only to have its neck snapped in half by another vampire. The air above her was suddenly filled with flame as the cockatrice attempted to roast one of the silent demons. She tripped over the carcass of a dead vampire; this one lay on it's back with half of its chest missing. It looked as if someone had eaten their way under the ribs and then torn the heart out. She covered her mouth with the back of her hand and tried not to throw up.
She struggled to her feet, pausing to shoot a wolf in the face, blowing its brains out the back of its head. The blood was thick in the air and threatened to overwhelm her, calling to her own bloodthirsty demon. She bit her lip, then holstered the Cassul in time to lift the halconnen and swing it in front of her, knocking six approaching wolves to the floor. She shot three of them before the remaining half began to stand again. One lunged for her legs and sank its teeth into her shin. She aimed carefully and shot the place where the neck ended and the back began, severing the wolf's spine.
She was momentarily fascinated by the pearly white bone sticking out at an odd angle, before she was drawn back into the chaos that surrounded her. She pushed her way through the battlefield, blood dripping from various minor wounds on her petite body. She pushed along the wall until she was even with her master, who was sending hellhounds against the vampire who'd taken her master's throne. Out of the corner of her eye she caught movement and turned her full attention to it.
Stalking towards Hallow was the biggest, meanest and strangest looking werewolf she'd ever seen. It stood some eight feet tall, it's face both human and canine at the same time and it was wearing some sort of collar around its neck. From the collar hung the broken end of chain, swinging as it moved.
"Hallow!" she yelled, hoping he would hear her. He jerked his head in her direction, then turned towards Katrina as she screamed wordlessly. The giant wolf had driven its claws through the small redhead's body and held her suspended in mid-air like she weighed nothing.
Abandoning her plans to help her master she rushed towards the blind vampire, swinging her cannon back and fourth aimlessly as she ran. She reached Hallow just in time to push him to the ground and out of the way of the big wolf's next strike. Seras chanced a look at him and saw why it had taken so long for the wolf to attack. He'd eaten Katrina. All of her.
Seras stared up at the monster with horror filled eyes, still clutching Hallow's white cloak.
"Cover your eyes!" he hissed at her, pulling her down on top of him and rolling away from the wolf. One of the twenty-five foot death-stare basilisks had answered its master's call and was slithering towards them. The snake flashed fangs at the wolves and vampires that scrambled to get out of the way, many of them falling to the ground with the touch of the serpents gaze.
The big wolf closed his eyes and lashed out with a taloned hand. The snake reared back and then snapped it's powerful jaws, just missing the quick moving wolf. Fenrir ducked his head and looked down at his feet, he used his peripheral vision to watch the snakes belly move across the floor.
A demon was felled by a group of vampires nearby and the dying hell spawn toppled and collapsed right on top of the basilisk. The serpent turned and hissed at the creature, sinking its poison fangs into the meat of the demon. The monster drove its claws into the basilisk in retaliation before succumbing to death. The snake fought, twisting and turning to free itself of the deadweight and the piercing claws still embedded in its body.
Fenrir rushed forward and drove both hands into the snake at neck level, ripping and tearing at the meat. The basilisk shook its head and tossed the wolf into the wall, where he collided and slid the floor in a daze. He shook his great wolf head and spotted Hallow and Seras lying on the ground, Hallow's unseeing eyes turned towards the battle, his hand clamped over the eyes of the small blonde.
He growled at them and stomped towards them, rage twisting his face into something awful. Seras heard his coming and pulled the Cassul free of its holster, aiming blindly. He tried to locate the wolf with her ears but there was simply too much noise in the room. She pulled at Hallow's hand and he let her go, concentrating on perceiving the battle through the senses of his snakes.
The basilisk was attempting to pull the demon's corps off of it with its jaws, and its head was turned away from its master. Seras sighted the Cassul and fired twice into the big wolf's chest.
"Your puny human weapon cannot kill me mortal! I am a God!" Fenrir roared, lifting one massive paw to cut the girl in half. Seras screamed and pulled the trigger again and again and again until there were no more bullets left and still she pulled the trigger.
The basilisks abruptly vanished, their bodies dissolving into the air as Hallow threw aside his staff and pulled Seras out of the way and took the blow meant for her. The wolf's claws came down on his shoulder and split him open to the hip. His agonizing scream rent the air as his heart was shredded and he finally fell to the blood soaked floor in true death.
Arucard paused in his fight with the surprisingly spry Loki as he felt one of his oldest friends die.
"HALLOW!" he bellowed, his voice reverberating through the room.
In his moment of grief and distraction, Loki threw aside the Blade to Call All Darkness, grasped Arucard's blessed sword and sliced the nosfaratu in half. Arucard screamed as the holy blessing burned his flesh and his form collapsed in on itself, the black ooze turning to blood and mixing with the river on the floor until he was completely indiscernible.
End part 9 Please don't be mad at me!