Disclaimer: I own myself. And maybe not even that, sadly...and i do not own the brit parliament...der...
and yes, I have heard of Blind Guardian. ^^ I first heard some of their work last summer when my metalhead friend from Pennsylvania sent mp3 files to me...which my 56k modem did not take to so kindly...Theatre of Pain is one of my favorite songs XD
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He wanted to sleep.
Ever since the mortal invaded the castle, his days have been more miserable with every passing day. Why did he bother trying to make her leave when he could disappear into the catacombs?
A simple solution to a problem that should have been simple as well.
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"That's strange...Adrian's been gone for a long time..." the tailor asked when he'd be back to try the clothes. Lena honestly said she didn't know and walked out of the shop. ~He can't be leaving me...~
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"When do you think the Master's son will make that human disappear?"
the demons of Castlevania were having a civil conference...as civil as they could be, anyway. It was more like the British Parliament.
"YOU FOOL I TOLD ALL OF YOU SHE'S NEVER GOING TO LEAVE! THE MASTER'S SON IS TOO MUCH OF A HUMAN WORSHIPPER!" raged the succubus. A horde of witches lashed out, sending spit flying into the succubus's face as they screeched back.
"SHUT UP YOU WHORE!"
A group of headless soldiers sitting in the corner of the room snickered.
"AND WHAT ARE YOU USELESS BLOBS LAUGHING ABOUT?!" the witches and the succubus all turned around and glared at the headless men. The witches promptly took their brooms and beat the headless masses to a bloody pulp that eventually formed back into headless demons.
"Quit being such imbeciles...all of you. With all of your complaining, a conclusion can be reached that since the Master's son is too sentimental to do anything to this Lena and he'd also dismember us if we did the deed ourselves, the only one who can help us is the Master." Death twirled his scythe as he calmly proposed the resurrection.
"...Death, weren't you helping out the human?"
"I only help myself. The Dead are out of balance. The Catacomb Council is chiding me,"
"So who are we going to use as a sacrifice?"
"THE HUMAN!" demanded the ugly witches.
"No no no. You fools! The only reason we are resurrecting the Master this early is because we want him to supply the human with a painful death. How could he do that for us if she is already killed for the sacrifice?"
"Oh...But, Death, we don't know any other humans...we mean, we either kill them or they kill us or we kill each other..." some form of a skeleton soldier said this as if he was the Master's son confessing to the Master that he had been playing with human children again.
"The best choice would be to find that human's oafish friends who ran out of this place crying only a full moon ago,"
"We don't know where they are,"
"Please, children. What is to worry over? You have ME," Death bowed with a flourish. "I can call upon knowledge of any human's future and appointment of death. I can see where they are, where they will be, where they were, where they'll die. It is only a matter of breaking a few rules and looking into the lives of humans who are not scheduled to die soon...of course, I am sure that the Catacomb Council will overlook this matter as long as we make Lena obsolete..."
A corny maniacal laugh echoed in the chamber as the demons celebrated. When they fell silent, they heard the sound of a door slamming somewhere far away followed by echoes of "ALUCARD!!!!!".
The demons looked at each other, and those who had eyes rolled them. "She's here..."
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"ALUCARD!" Lena ran into the entrance hall and scanned the room frantically. Which way to go...where was he..."ADRIAN!" ~please be in your coffin room...~
Too many stairs. Too many hallways. Too many doors. Too many turns. Too much Castlevania...
The doors to his room were open. Everything was the same as always...except his coffin wasn't there. "Oh god...no..."
~he finally got so mad at me he's returning to deathly sleep...I am all alone...~ She couldn't bear the thought of being alone. All her life, she had been surrounded by people. Maybe not people she cared about...but people nonetheless. But now, there was no one. She had to look for him...but where? Such efforts in a castle so big were nothing less of futile. She called for Death.
"You have to help me look for him,"
Death was silent for a few moments as if to ponder whether to agree or not. "I believe he would return to his resting place in the catacombs..."
"...Thanks..." there was something...different...about his voice, but Lena didn't care for it at the moment and ran off.
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Most important things are rarely remembered, but all things of no worth always are. It goes without saying that Lena remembered too clearly a history lesson from one of the many brilliant tutors she dealt with as a child. One very eccentric tutor had given a weeklong lecture about the French Catacombs complete with visual aid. Her reaction about the subject? Let us leave it at this: she was not especially fond of dead people...
Being in the Castlevania Catacombs made her no fonder of dead people than she was before.
If anything, it made her ill feelings worse.
She was seeing real bones stacked on top of each other...not through harmless photographs. The air was drafty, earthy, and thick...exactly how an underground graveyard would be like...but worse. And the enormous size...~If I don't find him, I will die here...~
Rolls of skulls protruded from the walls as if for a mantle. They seemed to have no purpose for architectural support, so as Lena began wandering into the catacombs, she reached up and tried to pry a skull from the wall to use as a marker. She was worrying so much about being lost, she didn't hesitate to reach for the skull, but as soon as her fingers touched the dusty, coarse surface of its cheekbones, her hands retreated, and a shriek that only bats could hear escaped her throat.
She stood, paralyzed, staring at the skull, at its grinning mouth, at the eye-less huge gaps in its head. Several dark streaks fell from the eye-sockets and ran down to the jaws. She stared at the streaks a while longer, and realized that they were moving in an oozing kind of way out the sockets and down whatever was left of the face. Even in the dim light of the torches, she could tell what it was. Only Dracula's castle would think of something so distasteful.
She looked at the skulls surrounding the one she had pried and at the ones surrounding all of those. Every skull...every ancient fleshless shell was crying tears of blood.
She pushed the thoughts out of her head and reached for the skull again. She placed her foot on the wall and pushed against it while prying the skull. She heard a grating noise as the skull began to come out of the wall. The more she held on to the skull, the more sensitive her hands became to the feel of the bone and the blood from bones above it and dirt and dust. Grainy, slimy...
With one final pull, the skull came out of the wall, and through its empty spot gushed torrents of blood. The liquid splashed onto her head and body and knocked her into the opposite wall. She dropped the skull, and it shattered on the ground, its pieces floating in puddles of blood.
She wiped the blood from her eyes. She was covered in it. Blood dripped down her hair. Her clothes were soiled. Her arms and hands were covered thick in blood. She could taste it in her mouth, sickeningly sweet, coppery...
~This was a mistake...why didn't Death tell me this would happen...it's not worth this...I want to go away...far...far...away...~ crystalline tears flooded out of her eyes and mixed with the blood on her cheeks. She couldn't force herself to stop sobbing and choking, and more blood entered her mouth. She looked back at the direction that she came from, but didn't see the entrance. She only saw another wall as if the maze of bones had reformed and trapped her in when she wasn't looking. Not as if. It had.
Doomed...
Her only hope was to find him...but the chances were so unlikely. The catacombs were vast and endless, it seemed...she would die here and become one of the crying skulls in the wall for all the next eternity...
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nothing like a little blood and gore...
and yes, I have heard of Blind Guardian. ^^ I first heard some of their work last summer when my metalhead friend from Pennsylvania sent mp3 files to me...which my 56k modem did not take to so kindly...Theatre of Pain is one of my favorite songs XD
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He wanted to sleep.
Ever since the mortal invaded the castle, his days have been more miserable with every passing day. Why did he bother trying to make her leave when he could disappear into the catacombs?
A simple solution to a problem that should have been simple as well.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"That's strange...Adrian's been gone for a long time..." the tailor asked when he'd be back to try the clothes. Lena honestly said she didn't know and walked out of the shop. ~He can't be leaving me...~
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"When do you think the Master's son will make that human disappear?"
the demons of Castlevania were having a civil conference...as civil as they could be, anyway. It was more like the British Parliament.
"YOU FOOL I TOLD ALL OF YOU SHE'S NEVER GOING TO LEAVE! THE MASTER'S SON IS TOO MUCH OF A HUMAN WORSHIPPER!" raged the succubus. A horde of witches lashed out, sending spit flying into the succubus's face as they screeched back.
"SHUT UP YOU WHORE!"
A group of headless soldiers sitting in the corner of the room snickered.
"AND WHAT ARE YOU USELESS BLOBS LAUGHING ABOUT?!" the witches and the succubus all turned around and glared at the headless men. The witches promptly took their brooms and beat the headless masses to a bloody pulp that eventually formed back into headless demons.
"Quit being such imbeciles...all of you. With all of your complaining, a conclusion can be reached that since the Master's son is too sentimental to do anything to this Lena and he'd also dismember us if we did the deed ourselves, the only one who can help us is the Master." Death twirled his scythe as he calmly proposed the resurrection.
"...Death, weren't you helping out the human?"
"I only help myself. The Dead are out of balance. The Catacomb Council is chiding me,"
"So who are we going to use as a sacrifice?"
"THE HUMAN!" demanded the ugly witches.
"No no no. You fools! The only reason we are resurrecting the Master this early is because we want him to supply the human with a painful death. How could he do that for us if she is already killed for the sacrifice?"
"Oh...But, Death, we don't know any other humans...we mean, we either kill them or they kill us or we kill each other..." some form of a skeleton soldier said this as if he was the Master's son confessing to the Master that he had been playing with human children again.
"The best choice would be to find that human's oafish friends who ran out of this place crying only a full moon ago,"
"We don't know where they are,"
"Please, children. What is to worry over? You have ME," Death bowed with a flourish. "I can call upon knowledge of any human's future and appointment of death. I can see where they are, where they will be, where they were, where they'll die. It is only a matter of breaking a few rules and looking into the lives of humans who are not scheduled to die soon...of course, I am sure that the Catacomb Council will overlook this matter as long as we make Lena obsolete..."
A corny maniacal laugh echoed in the chamber as the demons celebrated. When they fell silent, they heard the sound of a door slamming somewhere far away followed by echoes of "ALUCARD!!!!!".
The demons looked at each other, and those who had eyes rolled them. "She's here..."
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"ALUCARD!" Lena ran into the entrance hall and scanned the room frantically. Which way to go...where was he..."ADRIAN!" ~please be in your coffin room...~
Too many stairs. Too many hallways. Too many doors. Too many turns. Too much Castlevania...
The doors to his room were open. Everything was the same as always...except his coffin wasn't there. "Oh god...no..."
~he finally got so mad at me he's returning to deathly sleep...I am all alone...~ She couldn't bear the thought of being alone. All her life, she had been surrounded by people. Maybe not people she cared about...but people nonetheless. But now, there was no one. She had to look for him...but where? Such efforts in a castle so big were nothing less of futile. She called for Death.
"You have to help me look for him,"
Death was silent for a few moments as if to ponder whether to agree or not. "I believe he would return to his resting place in the catacombs..."
"...Thanks..." there was something...different...about his voice, but Lena didn't care for it at the moment and ran off.
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Most important things are rarely remembered, but all things of no worth always are. It goes without saying that Lena remembered too clearly a history lesson from one of the many brilliant tutors she dealt with as a child. One very eccentric tutor had given a weeklong lecture about the French Catacombs complete with visual aid. Her reaction about the subject? Let us leave it at this: she was not especially fond of dead people...
Being in the Castlevania Catacombs made her no fonder of dead people than she was before.
If anything, it made her ill feelings worse.
She was seeing real bones stacked on top of each other...not through harmless photographs. The air was drafty, earthy, and thick...exactly how an underground graveyard would be like...but worse. And the enormous size...~If I don't find him, I will die here...~
Rolls of skulls protruded from the walls as if for a mantle. They seemed to have no purpose for architectural support, so as Lena began wandering into the catacombs, she reached up and tried to pry a skull from the wall to use as a marker. She was worrying so much about being lost, she didn't hesitate to reach for the skull, but as soon as her fingers touched the dusty, coarse surface of its cheekbones, her hands retreated, and a shriek that only bats could hear escaped her throat.
She stood, paralyzed, staring at the skull, at its grinning mouth, at the eye-less huge gaps in its head. Several dark streaks fell from the eye-sockets and ran down to the jaws. She stared at the streaks a while longer, and realized that they were moving in an oozing kind of way out the sockets and down whatever was left of the face. Even in the dim light of the torches, she could tell what it was. Only Dracula's castle would think of something so distasteful.
She looked at the skulls surrounding the one she had pried and at the ones surrounding all of those. Every skull...every ancient fleshless shell was crying tears of blood.
She pushed the thoughts out of her head and reached for the skull again. She placed her foot on the wall and pushed against it while prying the skull. She heard a grating noise as the skull began to come out of the wall. The more she held on to the skull, the more sensitive her hands became to the feel of the bone and the blood from bones above it and dirt and dust. Grainy, slimy...
With one final pull, the skull came out of the wall, and through its empty spot gushed torrents of blood. The liquid splashed onto her head and body and knocked her into the opposite wall. She dropped the skull, and it shattered on the ground, its pieces floating in puddles of blood.
She wiped the blood from her eyes. She was covered in it. Blood dripped down her hair. Her clothes were soiled. Her arms and hands were covered thick in blood. She could taste it in her mouth, sickeningly sweet, coppery...
~This was a mistake...why didn't Death tell me this would happen...it's not worth this...I want to go away...far...far...away...~ crystalline tears flooded out of her eyes and mixed with the blood on her cheeks. She couldn't force herself to stop sobbing and choking, and more blood entered her mouth. She looked back at the direction that she came from, but didn't see the entrance. She only saw another wall as if the maze of bones had reformed and trapped her in when she wasn't looking. Not as if. It had.
Doomed...
Her only hope was to find him...but the chances were so unlikely. The catacombs were vast and endless, it seemed...she would die here and become one of the crying skulls in the wall for all the next eternity...
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nothing like a little blood and gore...