I do not own Beyblade, I only take ownership of Hua and any oc character mentioned.
Fatal Promise
-chapter one-
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The castle had remained discreet until the declivity of day had fallen upon all those who resided in the southern kingdom.
It was the night of the lunar eclipse, the perfect time to slay a demon. The men from the southern domain had descended from the western province just moments ago, the young lord arrives back in time for the birth of his child. But alas the enemy had sent a band of mercenaries to attack his kingdom while he and his tropes were away. Only a few soilders had been left to guard the palace.
Sounds of crackling fire abide the entire vicinity of the royal grounds, mephitises of ash and burnt flesh permitted the dim scroching skies. The stench of corpses was evident to even the faintest of noses, the scent was very fresh and repellent—which only indicated the attack taking place not too long ago. The young prince orders his vassals and tropes to disperse the area, in case there were survivors who escaped or spared from the manslaughter. Deep red pools spilled and much already absorbed into the white snow, the scarlett ink had also painted the walls of the morarchic residencies. Everything that surround the kingdom was splattered with human blood.
He charges towards the mansion after his command, his footing vigilant of all the bodies that laid scattered and piled around the courtyard. He tears down the doors; punching and kicking every one, frantically searching for his beloved and newborn. He called out for his beloved's name, panic elavating more in his being as he hears no cry for him. When he finally arrives to the birthing room, his heart froze at the very sight before him.
Everything he ever wished, loved and hoped for, his nightmares were manifested and shattered them in a single night.
His knees weaken by what transpired, his precious was curled underneath the robe he presented him before he left and thick blankets. He rushes over, his knees instantly drops to the floor. He could only watch while they laid unresponsive and cold, their blood having pooled around their body and staining the sheets.
"K-k..."
The young prince catches himself just before his bloodshot gaze meets debilitated topaz eyes one last time. Jerking back into semi-consciousness with his hands now stained with blood gingerly clutches onto the frigid body closer to his warmth, it didn't register to him when his own body began to produce more heat. It was as though he was attempting to perserve whatever life was left in his beloved.
The hot and cold contrast between their bodies was tangible, their once rosy cheeks felt ice cold underneath his neck.
He hears little cries from where his love was laying, he carefully reaches over and peels off the covers to unveil the source of the soft sobs. He then sees their little one, fragile and infirm. With his other arm, he delicately scoops the infant onto his love's torso. Tears long spilling over his cheeks, he held his two dearest treasures close to his frame for as long as he could.
The storm earlier had subsided before their arrival back to the palace, snowflakes now gently descends from the skies; proceeding to cover the entire region. Although snow was what was falling from above, it was rain that poured heavily upon them both.
He knew sunset was nearing as life drained slowly from those sunshine eyes, compelling him to turn away, he could not watch the sun set forever.
Blood abides to soak his cloak as he held the one he loved even closer. He's predisposed every ounce of his being to protect the one person who meant more than his life. But in the end, he was too late, the wound inflicted was much too deep.
He lowers his head, pressing his mouth onto those of his beloved's. He repeatedly apologizes against frigid lips, over and over again. He ruminates how chapped and frozen their lips were now, it was only a few days when he had left him, the texture was so supple and warm. Like a petal of a flower. Just like his beloved.
The man's eyes shot open briefly when silent words were spoken by the other.
"Promise me you'll live for her, protect...our little flower."
Sunset had finally fell, and the sun wasn't going to rise again tomorrow morning. He wept quietly when he parts his lips for the very last time, he peers down at the sleep like expression. He had always known of his beloved's desire to stop fighting, how tired they've grown. The peaceful smile wore by his raven-haired beauty puts his heart at ease, his beloved was now allowed to finally rest.
He heeds his love's breathless wish, stroking his crying baby's soft head. "I will," he whispers.
But this only meant.. deep down, he knew the war was far from over. It had only just begun.
9 Years Later.
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"Papa?"
He gapes out at the divergence of the burgundy nightfall and evanescing lining of crimson from the sunset. The polar transition had painted the lands with a deep, deep crimson, the colour of blood dyed the skies just moments before the lunar frame consumed the region once again.
"R-remember where... papa told you to go hide?" He barely musters, weariedly tucking a lock of hair behind his kitten's ear.
Beautiful raven tresses, no doubt a gift from her mother.
He had managed to shield the final blow in time, his arms wrapped protectively around the only treasure he had left. He knew that his beloved would never forgive him if they came to learn their kitten was injured. And that was something he wasn't going to shoulder a second time. Not this time.
His lips curved up into a soft smile just before his body had succumb to the eternal slumber.
"Forgive me, my little flower..."
Fangs, that were so like her mother's, bares fiercely over quivering pink lips. Jaws braces strongly, but it didn't halt the film of tears that'd clouded those big bright mahogany eyes to stream down so laboriously. She could feel her loving father's embrace loosening around her body as they fell to the ground, opaque smoke still fogging the battlegrounds behind them.
The young cub crawls out of her father's arms as the dark skies commence laden rain. She watched the motionless shell that was once her father deployed peacefully in the mud. The thick scent of iron pervades her nose, while her clothes drenched with deep scarlet. Eyes swollen and lips trembling, she wept loud enough to block the sound of patter descending from the grey clouds above their heads.
"N-no, no papa, you can't die, you—!"
The lump in her throat hinders her voice, her cries ceases when she receives no response.
"PAPA, don't leave me all alone!"
4 Years Later.
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It was dark but luckily her nocturnality granted her the ability to maneuver through the shrouded trees. She wasn't exactly sure where she was heading to or how long she planned on running, but she also knew her boastfulness couldn't save her this time. A trait from her great and terrible father that's dammed her for eternality, allowing petty shortcomings left and right to hunt her down.
She was powerless, but she wasn't weak. She wasn't prepared to go down just yet, something that her father had always instill her when he was still alive.
She winced as blood deliberately pours down her arm from her wound, she firmly grips her throbbing shoulder. The long jagged gash resembling much like a tiger's claw, she couldn't believe how close she was to becoming prey. Blood trickling behind her footsteps didn't do a damn thing concealing her tracks, not like it mattered because the demon hunting her every movement also possessed a keen nose.
There was no place to hide.
"My, my... don't you look pretty covered in your own blood," the baritone voice steps from behind the sycamore.
'Ogami.'
In one swift motion, their swords unsheathe and blades cross with a blaring clash.
She could see the colour of her opponent's aura, it clamored a demonic purple. The wicked aura emitting from this man was strong, it was frightfully strong. She bares her fangs, her cavernous ruby eyes altering to slits. She yields all of herself against their blades, having to meet each other's menacing gaze.
This amuses the man greatly.
"You look like your mother," he remarks offhandedly. "When I look at your face, reminding me of how soft and yet...fiery those eyes once were." His humoured expression changes into a darkened facade, "but alas, I was abandoned and betrayed. After having fallen in love with a human and giving birth to you, a miserable half breed no less."
"Damn you to Hell!"
"Listen well, Hua. In case you haven't figured it yet, I am the man who sent your wretched 'mother' to Hell."
Hua growls ferociously, unleashing the ultimate brute of her sword's power. A bright green light breaches from her blade, plunging them both from the powerful force. Blood splutters from the corner of her mouth when her body had hurtled strenuously against one of the oldest trees, dismembering the weaken trunk from its stump, she was thrown to the side.
"Damn you, insolent brat!"
Before she could even blink, strapping hands snares around her neck in a death like grip. The human like hands slowly altering into brute paws of a panther, claws begun to dig into her skin, nearing her throat. The demonic aura shrouding her opponent intensities tremendously, almost tripling in power. Her body was starting to go numb, the potent miasma emitting from his very being started seeping into her system.
'Fuck...he's cursed my body with poison...I-I can't move.'
"You may resemble your mother but you're as vile as your father was, worthless half breed!"
'Papa, baba, please help me...'
A unfamiliar scent fills the air and the wind starts to fasten, a bright white light blinds the darkness of the forest.
"What's this?!" The man shields his eyes from the daunting luminescence, a potency shortly trawls him in what looked like a corridor to another realm.
It was happening all too rapidly, Hua could almost hear the inaudible cries of the other man from the sudden portal. By the fallen sacred tree, beholds the large corridor; drawing anyone and anything in its path with utter might. The raven-haired teen had barely caught her breath when her throat was momentarily released, she had tried reaching for the tree stump. But her grip was not strong enough, the passageway heaved her in; engulfing her.
"PAPA, BABA!"
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