So, I'm aware there is lore from the games about the vibora clan and I'm going to incorporate it some as much as I possibly can (I'm more of an anime fan). Again, I'm busy on the verge of a career change and what not so I'll write as much as I can when I can – I'm planning on finishing most of my stories within the next year.
Khrysopos: golden coloured
Chapter 11
"What do you plan on doing?" Laito prodded to his brother, looking at Reiji pacing in his room. Ayato lingered on a nearby seat, thinking hard. Harder than he normally did at least.
"Simple." Reiji looked up from the book in his hand and fixed his glasses. "From what I can tell our father once had a pact ...a friendship with Burai. However, due to our father's unforgiving nature to outsmart and burn bridges, he conned Burai by stealing Cordelia from him. It is like ... you Laito, marrying Yui and Ayato's daughter. Even by demon standards..."
Ayato looked to Laito, his off put expression clear as day.
"Oh come now, brothers, don't peg me for a sin I haven't committed."
"Considering what happened with mother..." Ayato looked to the side. Eveyone knew Laito's relationship with Cordellia had been a bit twisted. Damn that bitch for this whole thing. Yui never would have come into their lives if not for her heart, but all the same, yet it was her frivolous lifestyle as a vicious Pure Blood Founder Vampire with a lovely mix of Vibora that made the whole situation worse. Had he known then how much of a mutt his mother was they would have been keen to decapitate the bitch's head along with destroying her heart and body.
"Viva libermente." Laito shrugged.
"The point is...our father had a way to subdue Burai somehow. Frankly, Karlheinz, as of recently had rid of the only two heirs to Burai's throne, just to make a statement. Frankly I had only met the young heir once in passing when I was young."
"I thought you said he had no son?" Laito leaned over a chair.
"Apparently he had a second relationship after Menae. A born King whom had a potential Prince. Destroyed by our father out of spite, an admittance I was surprised to see he recorded. However, considering the Menae and Cordelia's fiasco, I was not surprised to find this out. our father had been planning to take over every demon clan ever since he destroyed the Founder legacy. While Vibora and Vampire used to play nice, ever since Burai realized his relationship with Menae was a constructed plan, he tried to delegitimize her. I have read a clear diary of his truth here..."
Reiji set down a journal.
"Once again, dear brother, you hide truths and secrets we should all know..." Laito looked at the journal and to Reiji with bright green playful eyes.
"You had his journal and didn't tell us?" Ayato scoffed.
"I only came by it as of recently. After I decided that his room was, in no sense of the word, off limits to us anymore. Of course, the room's clear and opaque neatness was not a quiet thing. Our father was much too clever to keep a neat and tidy room without any hidden secrets. Everything was too perfect in there, so when I looked around I found this. In summary, I'm using this looking for ways to make it clear to these Vibora they are not wanted on our school grounds. Our father surely has a secret to keeping Burai under wraps."
"Had a secret." Ayato crossed his arms. "As achieved by yours truly. And I'm with Laito on this one, no more of these secret relics of his without telling me. I am the new King." Ayato stood up.
"Fair." Reiji nodded. "Well, in that case you ought to know...Burai was losing ground in the demon realm. The Wolf clan has always been...rather neutral. But power lies in vampires now...we have the only real remnant of Ancestor in you triplets and Yui. Our father's goal to create a pure race, also meant Yui would become the most powerful race. Of human, of ancestor, of bat, and of snake...at least in most parts. Burai's aim to get her back is a power move to get the strongest bloodline on his side. I will continue my search to find a key to keeping them off our backs...and I plan on making it rather public that they are not wanted on our grounds."
"Set a trap, bait, and parade the carcass?" Laito said too cheerfully.
"Carcass... perhaps. However, blatent humiliation I'd consider. A clear target on our heads is perhaps the best first move, considering they will fight our fire with fire. Our father held the most power in his ability to put a weight on your shoulders and threaten you with it until it crushed you."
"And if it didn't crush you, it's because he wanted it that way." Ayato scoffed.
Reiji was surprised again by Ayato's keen words. "All the same, I'm finding the missing piece to this. By tomorrow the school will be snake free."
Ayato and Laito left, leaving Reiji to his own pandering.
He'd already heard of some lore; an old rune could be placed over a suspected entry point. His father had circled a sketch of what looked like Marigold flowers...but then...flowers alone? Too easy.
And again, finding this book. He set it down on the table. His father had known Burai would have retaliated. His passing almost now seemed planned.
Still...perhaps they had something wrong. He looked to an old bible and flipped to a page with St. George. Perhaps lore...or perhaps not. However, he had heard a long-standing rumor that the demon Vibora clan was born from the dragon. Dragons were difficult to place, like gods and yet some of them known as mischievous creatures. Demonic and somewhat holy. And St. George's sword was just as famed as their Seraph sword. One of its main identifiers was the gold core of the sword, a slit of gold down the middle of it's blade.
His eyes widened.
He flipped to his father's journal. It was something small, but something that had just occurred to him. A small note written in a nearby corner, as if passively jotted down.
"That which the dragon covets, is that which the dragon dies by."
Lore mixed with lore. Was it true then? Was it the gold that the Vibora clan hated? Surely the pure silver was that of a killer of any demon, especially one rumored to be touched by a holy being, but then this now?
He, a person of logic, never liked the idea of religion and analogy...humans forever faulted to it. Crosses could kill them just as well as a mouse could kill a lion. Perhaps one thing that it was good for was its hidden gems of truth.
Dragons existed. Demons existed. Lore became exasperated. However...with his own clever abilities of herbal alchemy and biologics he might know now how to keep the damn demons out.
It did not surprise anyone that Reiji was not present but waiting for them at the school. Yui's mouth nearly dropped open as she found their school was covered in a garden of marigold flowers. While beautiful, it also was like an ocean, a bright yellow fire, that called attention to the dark sky of the night school.
"Flowers? Is this it?" Ayato looked at Reiji.
"They are beautiful..." Yui hesitated. Flowers were beautiful, but in this many, of one kind, it was almost overwhelming.
Kanato reached for one and as he shifted them, a strangely sparkling golden pollen seemed to escape into the air.
"Not just any. Our father led us a clue; silver kills all demons, but gold curses the Vibora. After some digging and some experimental gardening, I found out that Vibora demons were cursed by their ancestral dragons for whatever demonic wrongdoing you might suspect. Whatever wrong they did in the past, led them to be cursed by that which all dragons coveted – gold. The golden apple. The embodiment of greed."
"Dragons were considered gods were they not?"
"Breeds. Lore. It's all foolish mythological blending and yet I have found truth in father's musings. St. Geroge's sword perhaps was that which cursed the dragon clan that became Viboras. Snakes were always the devil's doers. All the same, forget petty stories, and let me tell you the moment they try to get in will be the moment they want out."
"But the pipes?"
"If this works correctly, I'll make sure to have golden rings installed on every pipe. Not to mention...I think it's time we make a public announcement." He pushed up his glasses. "I am quite sick of playing the Vampire Demon Hunter and the cryptic decoder of Father's journal. I don't prefer to take defence alone."
"I'm ready for some good fun now too." Laito brushed his hand against the marigolds and set an puff of the dust into the air.
It wasn't long after the other students began to enter the school Laito had taken a stand on a nearby post.
"Darling fellow students, dare we ask of your attention? A meeting perhaps, as lead by us, your lovely clan of leaders." He motioned towards the set of doors which led to the main hall.
There the brothers were waiting.
"What's this all about?" Someone asked.
"Simple. We all know you've seen our latest intruding demon guests...and we'd like to address the issue at hand." Reiji's calm tone managed to hush them.
"We're having a bit of a problem with the Vibora clan...so as of today, if you see one, anywhere on campus...we give you full permission to kill it. As a matter of fact, if one harms you, come to us and we'll make sure it never sees the light of day." Ayato demanded.
"Consider yourselves warned; you wanted the truth did you not?" Reiji challenged.
"What's with the flowers?"
"Vibora despise gold. Kill them with your silver, burn them with your gold." Subaru took out the small silver blade he kept on him.
"We are not quite claiming war...but we will choose to protect our fellow student body. However, should we learn any one of you does not report the serpents among us...well...we'll have to have a bit of fun with you two." Laito smiled, his green eyes creating a viciously provocative warning to the students. "On the other hand, enjoy the flowers."
Yui watched them make their stance. There was an ice-cold acceptance from the vampire body... a strange way to which their words stood like stone law. She knew the way the Sakamaki brothers could fight, but she also wondered what of their father's blood and ability was dormant in them.
Their words held so much command, and yet, she had the feeling that they still held so much more power within them. Something nobody could quite name, perhaps partially the legacy of him, but more, the potentiality they all had to become Him.
