disclaimer: I don't own cv or the mongooses...but everyone should go and see my pretty banner on my journal
malice mizer kicks all other j-rock ass...and mana is sexy! but i ish too poor to buy an imported cd...sigh anyone know them and can send me songs? T.T
and there's a slight snow white reference...hahaha
wow I missed my story's anniversary...o.O it's been more than a year, and I'm still not done. Damn, I must be the laziest authoress on the face of Mars XD and my stuff ain't good enough to hold out for anyway...
so I'm really pissed off because in the last chapter, for some reason erased all the squiggly thingies that look like this: (if it didn't show up, bah!) and using the squiggly things is the only way that I separate the different sections and show the diff between normal narration and a character's thinking...now I have to find something else and I'm not even sure that it won't be erased like the squiggly things. what are those called? tilda?
maybe I'll use an asterisk...or slashy thingies hmm...I'll be testing some new symbols throughout this.
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A song that almost sounded like a Latin hymn filled the room, not that it mattered that nothing was singing. The eerily beautiful chorus echoed and blocked out most other noises. It was all the humans could hear...until a swarm of demons lifted a human, threw him into the air, and solemnly watched as the helpless mortal fell back down stomach first into one of the stakes. The other humans watching winced and attempted to stuff their heads into whatever corners available as if they would hear the stake piercing the skin. But that, of course, was impossible. All that anyone could hear was the holy singing.
Blood spurted from his mouth; a scarlet waterfall. Suddenly, his body flopped as he dropped further into the stake, and the bloody tip of the stake ripped through him entirely and stuck out of his lower back, bringing with it displaced intestines and spine.
This time, they heard it.
"They really meant it...they're killing us all..." the remaining humans looked at each other, defeated and saying their silent goodbyes. Since they were ambushed to be brought back to Castlevania, Axe could not bring an axe and Kai could bring no medieval torture device. The weredragon...well, the weredragon realized that they didn't quite have the ability to change into dragonform...
Within one or two minutes, the area around the altar was crowded with staked corpses, reeking with the coppery smell of blood and the immortal smell of death. Ponds of blood formed on the floor and on the altar from a sinful storm of grotesque sacrifice.
The demons managed to keep marvelously quiet.
The singing did not cease, but it was softer now. One demon (and I will leave the identity to your own judgment) was reminded of a time when s/he left Castlevania just to see the world outside and maybe cause a little havoc too. S/he came to a house wherein lived a woman and her two kids. The kids were watching moving pictures on a box of some sort (which later turned out to be something called a "television"). The moving pictures seemed to show a story of some sort. There was a lady with short, black hair wearing a blue dress and a yellow half-cape. She was lying in a coffin with a glass top and fairies carved into the sides. Seven dwarfs stood around the coffin, crying. The music was similar to the softer ritual music.
This particular demon quickly returned to thinking about the Master. Sure, s/he found the lady in a glass-coffin story rather touching, but the Master would surely bludgeon the delinquent demon with bamboo rods for amusement if its thoughts revealed the adventure to the little house in the very big, flat field of grass.
The demons all immediately heard footsteps coming towards the room. They looked to the entrances with a degree of anticipation similar to a child nearing a piece of candy...or...Lena nearing a good interior designer.
They had never liked Lena until the moment that she walked into the room, caked in blood and dirt and rather stupefied-looking. A human could be no lovelier, they thought as they bowed to the Master.
Lena walked to the altar then stood stiffer than any professional zombie or other dead thing.
Shaft held to her the ceremonial sword. Lena held the sword in front of her with both hands, pointing the tip of the sword towards herself. The blade instantly evaporated into something of ectoplasmic quality or a whispering illusion.
All at once, the demons began to screech excitedly...worriedly. The Master's son had come.
Lena's hands started shaking, and her eyes switched between clearing up and glazing over. She recognized him even though Alucard now had shorter, black hair and more modern clothes.
To stall for time, the demons formed a thick circle around her. Lena's hands were shaking more and more, and all thought that the plan would fail...The demons screamed for the Master to regain control over the stupid human. They've worked so hard for this, and they couldn't hold off Alucard much longer. Do it. Just do it!
She did it. The non-solid sword went through her without making a mark. She fell into the blood-flooded floor, her body beginning to be covered in a black light that spread like shadows from her and consumed the blood.
The demons turned away from Alucard to marvel at their success. There was no stopping the resurrection. The Master has returned...
He was magnificent. Tall, immaculate, powerful, overwhelming, evil evil evil. The black light still surrounded him and spread through the room until nothing could be seen. When it faded, Alucard pushed through the stunned demons to the center of the circle. The stakes were gone, as were the bodies attached to them. The floor was sparkling innocently clean. His father was gone. Lena was gone.
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"Wake up, mortal..." a voice from somewhere far away. A cruel, cold voice. Demanding..."Wake up, mortal..." it said again. Lena reluctantly opened her eyes. She was in a large room...it must have been a bedroom at one time, but now there was a coffin. A beautiful room with a beautiful coffin filled with dust and gone to waste...a room she had never seen before.
There was someone standing in front of her. He had shoulder-length flowing white hair and a long, sharp face with skin the same pearl white as Alucard's skin. He wore clothes similar to those that Alucard used to wear but in colors primarily red and black.
It began to come back to her. The voice from catacombs...and...did she see Alucard with black hair? She checked her hands; they were still dripping with blood...and her arms were sore as if they had been lifting something heavy...
"It was you! You...you are the voice. You're his father."
"Yes, allow me to properly introduce myself..." he kept talking, but she couldn't bring herself to listen. His voice was cutting into her...she finally began to pay attention after she thought of something to say.
"...Why are you here?" stupid, but something to say.
"Ah, you see, my servants have a bit of a grudge against you..."
"They want you to kill me." her eyes lowered to the floor that she was sitting on. She heard him laugh. It was a beautiful laugh, but it made her want to cry.
"Don't be a fool. If they wanted to merely be rid of you, they would have finished you off already."
(symbol testing thing)Don't be a fool? What is not a fool? It was best not to reply even though hundreds of possible responses flowed in her head, and surely, he could see them if he wanted.
"They want you to ultimately die, of course...but torture comes first. They want to cause you the greatest pains possible."
She put her head even lower to the ground while her hands rubbed frantically at the bloodstained plush carpet. Her hair fell in front of her face. The dark locks mixed frighteningly well with the dark blood. She closed her eyes, but she could see it all in her mind. What imagery came with disgust...
"Pain is something undefined."
"Like love," she interrupted. Stupid, stupid. Lena winced, waiting for him to hit her at the very least.
"Love?! Love. You humans. You with your emotions. You with your love. Your fake love. You think that claiming to love and be loved will give you some magical salvation. What a term, it is. Love. What is love? Is love God? Where was love when my wife jumped from a tower, and those bastard priests said that she was in Hell for it?! Is that love?! I devoted my life to the so-called love and-"
"I DON'T BELIEVE IN GOD!" at least this time, she was agreeing with him, but what did it matter? His voice was shattering her regardless of the content of words.
"Really? Adrian hasn't pressed his beliefs on you? How odd. But do not interrupt me again. Where was I...love? Yes. Love. I will tell you what love is. Love is another excuse for mortals to discriminate and take their ignorance and arrogance to the fullest. They choose to love one thing and not love-or hate-another in the name of love and the purity of love. Love is hate!"
Just shut up and get on with it She couldn't bring herself to look up. His face, however preternaturally beautiful, would terrify her. The calculating evil in his voice was enough. Enough...
"Well, now. You are rude as well...Love is defined, Lena. The definition is merely rejected. Pain is NOT like love. Different people have different ideas of the greatest pain, and the beautiful part is...they are all correct. Therefore, when my servants ask of me to bestow upon them this favor...to make you feel the greatest pain, I am responsible for deciding which greatest pain to choose. Whose point of view...The obvious thing to do is to just choose whichever view is the most painful, but that would be a judgment upon my part. No problem, however...is not my judgment better than all others?"
For a brilliant vampire who's been around for a while, you sure are pompous
"I will ignore that because you will soon pay. You will go through the greatest pain. It will last you an eternity. Yet, you will still die."
There was a long pause. He must have been waiting for a response..."It lasts forever, but I still die. I thought you don't believe in an afterworld..."
"I can arrange such things. Many can...you DID once say that you wished you could live forever?"
Lena thought about it quite studiously. Yes, at one point, when life in the castle was calm and...happy...
She couldn't remember what month it was exactly. Living there, time was no object...the only day to go by was Sunday because on Sundays, Alucard hung around in the Chapel and sometimes, the mausoleum...
The weather was mild. The sky was actually blue...bright blue, and the grass was greener than anything in an animation. It was a Sunday, yes. She was outside, wandering. The only sound she heard was a squishing as her shoes stamped on the grass and the occasional churchbells from some town far away. After toughing it out through overgrown weeds and vines, she found the mausoleum. It was beautiful, though unkempt like everything else about Castlevania that she hadn't bothered to fix. She didn't especially pay any attention to it and moved on. Back into the castle...she heard typical singing in the chapel. Odd that nobody ever sang, but there was always singing...
She opened one of the doors to the chapel and saw Alucard staring up at the gigantic cross. The biggest stained glass showed the typical picture of a saint with the sun disk halo. Everything about Christianity was rather pagan, if she bothered to think or look...
Gandhi once said that all religions are true...or something like that. Buddhists are allowed to celebrate aspects of other religion's holidays. It was something about harmony...a union. Some universal understanding that it was all the same...belief in something good. This feeling suddenly came to her in the chapel. The feeling of goodness, though so badly worded...religion was not something she bothered with, but there she was in a chapel, and at the moment, she felt that it was one of the most beautiful things in the world. She felt peaceful. Calm. Safe. That was when. That was when she whispered to herself...
"I wish this would last forever. I never want to leave this place...ever. Even with the demons. Even with the chaotic death in everything...I want it all..."
"So what if I wanted to live forever? That's hardly punishment."
He laughed again. "Your ignorance precedes you...you will see, for I am granting your wish. So romantic, is it not? I am a magical being giving you what you want. Immortality. Why? Because it is the greatest pain. And you die in the process."
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I am the master of solutions! BWAHA! -.-;
malice mizer kicks all other j-rock ass...and mana is sexy! but i ish too poor to buy an imported cd...sigh anyone know them and can send me songs? T.T
and there's a slight snow white reference...hahaha
wow I missed my story's anniversary...o.O it's been more than a year, and I'm still not done. Damn, I must be the laziest authoress on the face of Mars XD and my stuff ain't good enough to hold out for anyway...
so I'm really pissed off because in the last chapter, for some reason erased all the squiggly thingies that look like this: (if it didn't show up, bah!) and using the squiggly things is the only way that I separate the different sections and show the diff between normal narration and a character's thinking...now I have to find something else and I'm not even sure that it won't be erased like the squiggly things. what are those called? tilda?
maybe I'll use an asterisk...or slashy thingies hmm...I'll be testing some new symbols throughout this.
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A song that almost sounded like a Latin hymn filled the room, not that it mattered that nothing was singing. The eerily beautiful chorus echoed and blocked out most other noises. It was all the humans could hear...until a swarm of demons lifted a human, threw him into the air, and solemnly watched as the helpless mortal fell back down stomach first into one of the stakes. The other humans watching winced and attempted to stuff their heads into whatever corners available as if they would hear the stake piercing the skin. But that, of course, was impossible. All that anyone could hear was the holy singing.
Blood spurted from his mouth; a scarlet waterfall. Suddenly, his body flopped as he dropped further into the stake, and the bloody tip of the stake ripped through him entirely and stuck out of his lower back, bringing with it displaced intestines and spine.
This time, they heard it.
"They really meant it...they're killing us all..." the remaining humans looked at each other, defeated and saying their silent goodbyes. Since they were ambushed to be brought back to Castlevania, Axe could not bring an axe and Kai could bring no medieval torture device. The weredragon...well, the weredragon realized that they didn't quite have the ability to change into dragonform...
Within one or two minutes, the area around the altar was crowded with staked corpses, reeking with the coppery smell of blood and the immortal smell of death. Ponds of blood formed on the floor and on the altar from a sinful storm of grotesque sacrifice.
The demons managed to keep marvelously quiet.
The singing did not cease, but it was softer now. One demon (and I will leave the identity to your own judgment) was reminded of a time when s/he left Castlevania just to see the world outside and maybe cause a little havoc too. S/he came to a house wherein lived a woman and her two kids. The kids were watching moving pictures on a box of some sort (which later turned out to be something called a "television"). The moving pictures seemed to show a story of some sort. There was a lady with short, black hair wearing a blue dress and a yellow half-cape. She was lying in a coffin with a glass top and fairies carved into the sides. Seven dwarfs stood around the coffin, crying. The music was similar to the softer ritual music.
This particular demon quickly returned to thinking about the Master. Sure, s/he found the lady in a glass-coffin story rather touching, but the Master would surely bludgeon the delinquent demon with bamboo rods for amusement if its thoughts revealed the adventure to the little house in the very big, flat field of grass.
The demons all immediately heard footsteps coming towards the room. They looked to the entrances with a degree of anticipation similar to a child nearing a piece of candy...or...Lena nearing a good interior designer.
They had never liked Lena until the moment that she walked into the room, caked in blood and dirt and rather stupefied-looking. A human could be no lovelier, they thought as they bowed to the Master.
Lena walked to the altar then stood stiffer than any professional zombie or other dead thing.
Shaft held to her the ceremonial sword. Lena held the sword in front of her with both hands, pointing the tip of the sword towards herself. The blade instantly evaporated into something of ectoplasmic quality or a whispering illusion.
All at once, the demons began to screech excitedly...worriedly. The Master's son had come.
Lena's hands started shaking, and her eyes switched between clearing up and glazing over. She recognized him even though Alucard now had shorter, black hair and more modern clothes.
To stall for time, the demons formed a thick circle around her. Lena's hands were shaking more and more, and all thought that the plan would fail...The demons screamed for the Master to regain control over the stupid human. They've worked so hard for this, and they couldn't hold off Alucard much longer. Do it. Just do it!
She did it. The non-solid sword went through her without making a mark. She fell into the blood-flooded floor, her body beginning to be covered in a black light that spread like shadows from her and consumed the blood.
The demons turned away from Alucard to marvel at their success. There was no stopping the resurrection. The Master has returned...
He was magnificent. Tall, immaculate, powerful, overwhelming, evil evil evil. The black light still surrounded him and spread through the room until nothing could be seen. When it faded, Alucard pushed through the stunned demons to the center of the circle. The stakes were gone, as were the bodies attached to them. The floor was sparkling innocently clean. His father was gone. Lena was gone.
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"Wake up, mortal..." a voice from somewhere far away. A cruel, cold voice. Demanding..."Wake up, mortal..." it said again. Lena reluctantly opened her eyes. She was in a large room...it must have been a bedroom at one time, but now there was a coffin. A beautiful room with a beautiful coffin filled with dust and gone to waste...a room she had never seen before.
There was someone standing in front of her. He had shoulder-length flowing white hair and a long, sharp face with skin the same pearl white as Alucard's skin. He wore clothes similar to those that Alucard used to wear but in colors primarily red and black.
It began to come back to her. The voice from catacombs...and...did she see Alucard with black hair? She checked her hands; they were still dripping with blood...and her arms were sore as if they had been lifting something heavy...
"It was you! You...you are the voice. You're his father."
"Yes, allow me to properly introduce myself..." he kept talking, but she couldn't bring herself to listen. His voice was cutting into her...she finally began to pay attention after she thought of something to say.
"...Why are you here?" stupid, but something to say.
"Ah, you see, my servants have a bit of a grudge against you..."
"They want you to kill me." her eyes lowered to the floor that she was sitting on. She heard him laugh. It was a beautiful laugh, but it made her want to cry.
"Don't be a fool. If they wanted to merely be rid of you, they would have finished you off already."
(symbol testing thing)Don't be a fool? What is not a fool? It was best not to reply even though hundreds of possible responses flowed in her head, and surely, he could see them if he wanted.
"They want you to ultimately die, of course...but torture comes first. They want to cause you the greatest pains possible."
She put her head even lower to the ground while her hands rubbed frantically at the bloodstained plush carpet. Her hair fell in front of her face. The dark locks mixed frighteningly well with the dark blood. She closed her eyes, but she could see it all in her mind. What imagery came with disgust...
"Pain is something undefined."
"Like love," she interrupted. Stupid, stupid. Lena winced, waiting for him to hit her at the very least.
"Love?! Love. You humans. You with your emotions. You with your love. Your fake love. You think that claiming to love and be loved will give you some magical salvation. What a term, it is. Love. What is love? Is love God? Where was love when my wife jumped from a tower, and those bastard priests said that she was in Hell for it?! Is that love?! I devoted my life to the so-called love and-"
"I DON'T BELIEVE IN GOD!" at least this time, she was agreeing with him, but what did it matter? His voice was shattering her regardless of the content of words.
"Really? Adrian hasn't pressed his beliefs on you? How odd. But do not interrupt me again. Where was I...love? Yes. Love. I will tell you what love is. Love is another excuse for mortals to discriminate and take their ignorance and arrogance to the fullest. They choose to love one thing and not love-or hate-another in the name of love and the purity of love. Love is hate!"
Just shut up and get on with it She couldn't bring herself to look up. His face, however preternaturally beautiful, would terrify her. The calculating evil in his voice was enough. Enough...
"Well, now. You are rude as well...Love is defined, Lena. The definition is merely rejected. Pain is NOT like love. Different people have different ideas of the greatest pain, and the beautiful part is...they are all correct. Therefore, when my servants ask of me to bestow upon them this favor...to make you feel the greatest pain, I am responsible for deciding which greatest pain to choose. Whose point of view...The obvious thing to do is to just choose whichever view is the most painful, but that would be a judgment upon my part. No problem, however...is not my judgment better than all others?"
For a brilliant vampire who's been around for a while, you sure are pompous
"I will ignore that because you will soon pay. You will go through the greatest pain. It will last you an eternity. Yet, you will still die."
There was a long pause. He must have been waiting for a response..."It lasts forever, but I still die. I thought you don't believe in an afterworld..."
"I can arrange such things. Many can...you DID once say that you wished you could live forever?"
Lena thought about it quite studiously. Yes, at one point, when life in the castle was calm and...happy...
She couldn't remember what month it was exactly. Living there, time was no object...the only day to go by was Sunday because on Sundays, Alucard hung around in the Chapel and sometimes, the mausoleum...
The weather was mild. The sky was actually blue...bright blue, and the grass was greener than anything in an animation. It was a Sunday, yes. She was outside, wandering. The only sound she heard was a squishing as her shoes stamped on the grass and the occasional churchbells from some town far away. After toughing it out through overgrown weeds and vines, she found the mausoleum. It was beautiful, though unkempt like everything else about Castlevania that she hadn't bothered to fix. She didn't especially pay any attention to it and moved on. Back into the castle...she heard typical singing in the chapel. Odd that nobody ever sang, but there was always singing...
She opened one of the doors to the chapel and saw Alucard staring up at the gigantic cross. The biggest stained glass showed the typical picture of a saint with the sun disk halo. Everything about Christianity was rather pagan, if she bothered to think or look...
Gandhi once said that all religions are true...or something like that. Buddhists are allowed to celebrate aspects of other religion's holidays. It was something about harmony...a union. Some universal understanding that it was all the same...belief in something good. This feeling suddenly came to her in the chapel. The feeling of goodness, though so badly worded...religion was not something she bothered with, but there she was in a chapel, and at the moment, she felt that it was one of the most beautiful things in the world. She felt peaceful. Calm. Safe. That was when. That was when she whispered to herself...
"I wish this would last forever. I never want to leave this place...ever. Even with the demons. Even with the chaotic death in everything...I want it all..."
"So what if I wanted to live forever? That's hardly punishment."
He laughed again. "Your ignorance precedes you...you will see, for I am granting your wish. So romantic, is it not? I am a magical being giving you what you want. Immortality. Why? Because it is the greatest pain. And you die in the process."
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I am the master of solutions! BWAHA! -.-;