Disclaimer: I still don't own drakengard. But I own the song I used in this chapter, as I made it up.

Authors Notes: In responce to a question asked: Going my own way. I'm sort of abusing the artistic liscence all fanfiction writers have.

Yes I am being evil and using OC's. Fear my evil. Fear it.


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Chapter Five
The Dead Rise

Tybalt tried to keep telling himself he wasn't scared. That this wasn't frightening him. That he wasn't whimpering like some babe as the violet dragon continued to fly on, heedless of anything around her as she powered away from the scene of his near death. Still she wouldn't speak or say what had spooked her so. And a small part of Tybalt mused that maybe she was too proud to admit she was wrong, and he was right. That she had taken flight over nothing.

And that was when he heard it. A loud, keening scream like wail that sounded like some tortured soul wanting to be released. A cold chill swept up his body and he shivered, feeling the dragon do the same. "Wha .. what was that?" He shouted above the wind so he'd be heard, forgetting about the mental link the pact allowed them.

'Something evil,' was all she would tell him before shutting up and turning her attention back to flying, leaving Tybalt in the dark.

Trying to take his mind off the fear he would deny his heart held, the former soldier, or still soldier, he didn't quiet know himself, tried to figure out how a dragon existed, when it was said to never have existed ever. Maybe it had something to do with those shadow things he had been fighting the last few weeks. And the sightings of horrible beasts that stole lives in the dead of night, or even were so bold to attack during the day.

Could the dragon be working with the evil he fought against?

Shaking the thought away, Tybalt dismissed it, if the beast had been working with the evil, it would have eaten him or left him to die, not made this pact thing with him.

Casting an uneasy look over his shoulder, Tybalt tried to reason with himself. That the scream on the wind had only been the wind, that the dragon was messing with his mind.

But Tybalt was forced to see the truth, or hear it again atleast, as the screaming wail resounded in the air again, starting the young man badly, and he looked over his shoulder. Jaw dropping, Tybalt found himself staring in horror.

The black haired man would never admit to being scared if it ever happened. Or so he had thought. That had been before catching sight of a cloud that seemed to radiate evil and hatred. From this miasma, the wailing screams were coming from.

And just when Tybalt had thought he had seen everything, a long, dirty white and mucus green object jutted forth from the noxious cloud of darkness. Jaws parted and trails of something like reddish slime dripped from the teeth they held. Eyeless sockets glew with a hellish inferno as flesh so putrid seemed to be leaking off of the creature.

The human's mouth felt try as his heart and mind seemed to freeze as somehow this thing screamed again, and then erupted from the foul smoke like cloud. Wings of bone somehow catching air and holding the creature aloft as it's rotting corpse befouled the sky as it chased them.

Tybalt would never admit to fear. But that didn't stop him from feeling it.

Terror radiated off of the dragon he rode also, and another feeling. Immense anger and hatred. "Abomination!" She bellowed out as flames spewed from her mouth.

Tybalt didn't care one way or another if this was holy or an abomination. That thing, was larger than the dragon he rode on. By atleast ten feet. And somehow, without proper wings, muscles, or anything of the sort, it was gaining on them.

The dragon, thing, wailed again and seemed to put on a burst of speed. The violet one beneath him screamed in fury, rage overcoming her fear. And Tybalt caught snatches of thoughts that boiled and frothed like water left unkept over a fire. Such as 'how dare they send an abomination!' and 'I will not be defeated by a mindless shell!'

The thing was making a continous wailing sound now, and Tybalt's head began to hurt, and he felt sick. Nauseous even as his stomach trembled, threatening to empty whatever it still held.

Moaning slightly, Tybalt slumped onto the dragon, his grip loosening. The dragon seemed to sense this as her thoughts were pulled out of her rage and the fear fueled flight. 'Do not fall now human!'

In other circumstances, Tybalt would have snarled out he had a name, but right now, he was just more focused in clinging to the violet scales, and trying to not let go, but it was such a hard thing to do now. His head ached terribly and his body wasn't far off. He only managed to groan and shut his eyes tightly.

What affected her partner, was starting to affect her. Just because she was stronger than the human didn't mean she had much more of an advantage. Gritting her teeth and narrowing her eyes, she tried to speed up, outrun this wailing abomination of a wraith. She would never aknowledge the rotting corpse chasing behind her as a dragon.

Hissing past clenched dagger like teeth, she had her eyes just about closed when an idea came to her, and she abruptly shifted and started to power upwards, muscles screaming at the strain as she lifted not just herself but the human on her back higher into the air.

From his precarious perch on the creature's back, Tybalt slipped a little, just barely managing to hang onto the beast as she sought a higher point in the air. The bone beast, if Tybalt opened his eyes, was right below them. Wailing louder, it turned so abruptly, bones snapped and cracked loudly in the air but it flew on, chasing its prey, never feeling any pain.

'… cold,' the dragon heard the human whimper as she herself was starting to feel the affects, and quickly, she twisted, started diving; snarling mentally at the human to hang on least he fall. Not knowing if he did or not, the dragon kept the dive up. Faster and faster she fell, quickly closing what space she'd managed to gain between her and the screaming flying bone pile.

Just when it seemed she was about to crash into the rotting dragon corpse that continiously wailed and tear herself to shreads from the bones, she let out a giant ball of flame that scorched and burned her opponent. Putting forth a foul stench and cloud she dove through, causing her and her pact to cough and sputter for fresh air. The resurected dead beast screamed still, but this time in pain and not in attack, and slowly, the dragon and Tybalt started to feel a bit better.

Then Tybalt moaned and just managed to make it to the 'side' of the airship he was flying on, as he was still a bit addled, and lost what little contents his stomach held.

The dragon snorted in disgust, but was just glad it wasn't on her as she shifted, locking her wings in place nearly as she let out a weary sigh that was softly echoed by her passenger as he shifted and started to doze off. While she was forced to wait for rest untill she could find a safe landing spot.

Leaving Tybalt lost in his dreams.

As he dreamed, Tybalt started to become aware... he felt others. Far, far away, but still felt them. Somehow he knew they were like him. Whole, yet incomplete. Strong, yet weak. A part of them gone forever, like something was now missing from him.

Slowly the awareness of the others faded, and he was left to wander. Wisps of desires and other things filled his dreaming, untill something stired, that was not his own making. It was large, and like an inferno.

Tybalt tried backing away from it, but it charged him, burning him and scaring him. Soundless cries of pain escaped, but he could not fend this attacker off, and slowly he heard singing in the background.

"No more angels in the sky
Gone the dragons flying high
All you left on the floor
Beg for mercy, fight no more."

He faltered, and the red beast struck him all the harder, sending him tumbling end over end. Slowly, as he recovered himself, still in agony over the burns the thing gave him, Tybalt got to his feet, and was assaulted again, this time by something smaller, but just as fierce.

"Gone your guardian
Gone your friends
All that's left is pain
That never ends."

It seemed the voice was right, Tybalt was in pain that somehow kept increasing, yet no matter how much he wanted to scream or writhe in pain, the thing kept attacking him, adding to what he felt and preventing him from trying to seek relief for the wounds.

"We have won
You have lost
See the tru-"

The song cut as something screamed in outright fury, and the thing attacking Tybalt was smashed by something large and roaring in anger and hate and malice and contempt and everything that was dark and dangerous. It screamed and hissed and convulsed, slamming into everything that wasn't Tybalt. The singer, whatever it had been screamed itself, only in anger like it was wronged by this snarling form that Tybalt couldn't decipher.

And then Tybalt woke up. He didn't know he had been screaming for an hour straight nearly. He didn't know he was safely on the ground. He didn't know he was now whimpering and sobbing.

And he didn't know that he was clutching to the dragon like she was a lifeline in a storm as her eyes blazed with malice as she kept them pinned on the quickly disappearing form of the wraith that had dared attack HER human.


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"How are you back? You should still be ravaging the country side with your death cries." A smooth and silky voice asked the bone dragon before her. The creature was silent, still, it didn't even leave rot on the highly polished white marble floor.

But somehow the speaker understood it even in its silence.

"You..." the speaker started, sounded a bit confused, and a fraction frightened, "were defeated… by what?"

Silence hung heavy in the air as the skeleton dragon remained quiet once more.

Then a snarl came and the bone dragon imploded in a flury of rotten meat and bone, and then was gone. One more silence riegned before it sounded like fists were being slammed on a table, "This is NOT happening! Not after all we planned!"

"Shh, soothe that temper dear brother. All will go as planned. We only need to send something more, of a subtle nature."

"Like what?"

"Calm yourself brother, and I was thinking .. why not the dream walkers? They should easily find any pacts, if they exist."

"But sister, one of them is-"

"Hush, I know. Now just calm down brother, and let your sister handle this mess."

A sigh.

"Fine."