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Chapter 37: Rondo of Justice

Eons ago, Terra…

Lilith's eyes were fixed over the groups of flying armored Angels protecting the beautiful palace she was taken in. It's been a few days since she met Helel and things have changed a lot ever since that brief but eventful day.

No longer her dress was made by ragged clothes, but by fine and soft cloth. It was nice to the touch and she enjoyed the sense of 'clean' that it bestowed her every time she donned it.

Baths were also a new element in her routines, the warm and limpid water that she was granted to cleanse herself of sweat or any other filth staining her hair and body. It was such a nice development, a pleasant moment to spend alone and think about everything that was now around her.

Angels were odd creatures, blessed with glowing a gold halo floating right above their heads and a pair of pure-white wings.

But it wasn't only the bathroom that gave her the chance to reflect upon her new life, away from Earth.

The large balcony that gave to the entrance of this gorgeous home was a good spot to look over the world around her. The new world, she corrected herself quickly.

This wasn't Earth, this was a completely new way of living that Lilith felt endeared to.

"Is there something wrong, Lils?"

Lilith almost jumped at the sudden question, turning around to find Helel looking calmly at her. There was curiosity as usual but also some minor concern which was… nice. It gave her a sense of self-worth that… she needed.

Sighing, the redhead pouted. "You scared me, Hel," Her arms crossed close to her chest as she walked right to stand in front of him. "You are a mean man."

He frowned, yet his lips twitched in amusement. "Oh? I'm mean, lovely?"

A blush spread on her cheeks, a groan leaving her mouth as she turned to look away as a brief but restrained chuckle fled the silver-haired young man. "Forgive me. I just can't help but find you-"

"'A-Adorable'. You h-have already said that more than enough." She interrupted with a small stutter and huff.

"I don't think there is 'enough' to that, sweetie." The Angel pressed smoothly.

The redhead groaned in her own hands. "Y-You are insufferable."

"I sure can be..." And here it was! The kind and warm smile that would always get her legs all wobbly and jelly-like. He would be to swoop her up in some embrace, keeping her close-

"Are you alright, Lils?" She huffed in his chest, softly headbutting it and closing her eyes before speaking up.

"Why do you have guards?" The question sounded so small because of the following silence, a moment of regret swelling in her heart as she prepared herself to handle an apology.

But then Helel replied, starting with a tired sigh. "Most of the good things that you can see and try in this house… are my inventions." We slowly left the balcony, back to the 'living room' as he gestured all around. He pointed at the chandeliers, the couches and the curious transparent 'windows'.

"I created commodities, objects that aren't truly needed by people, but that could give anyone the chance to find relief during their work-time." He continued to explain. "But by doing so, I created an image for myself."

"An… image?" Lilith asked, confused by how the word would fit in that particular predicament.

"By doing something good for everyone, I made myself appear as 'someone trustworthy and caring'." He said calmly. "And those that believe in this 'image' starts to worship me as someone beyond them, abstractedly better than any of them because I did something they didn't do."

"That's…" She blinked, trying to get the proper words out. "But aren't you… better than them?"

He shook his head. "I'm more creative but never I will be better than the other Angels." His voice sounded as if drawing near an unpleasant edge. "I'm but a mere being that seeks a normal and good life."

Lilith nodded, finding the idea of a quiet life to be a good one. "So… how does this connect to the guards?"

He sighed. "I was going to reach that." He hummed calmly. "While guards are usually to defend people from external threats, sometimes these men and women can be used… against internal threats."

The redhead frowned. "You?" She asked dumbfounded. "Why would God consider you a threat?"

"I'm 'Above many Angels', I'm loved and worshiped." He mused tiredly, the hug starting to get a little less… one-sided. She could feel the need to press a little more in the embrace and she was surprised at the stronger warmth she got from that. "I'm not a threat to God himself. I'm a threat to the image He has over Himself."

The young woman looked confused. "W-What? What do you mean-"

"Too early." He interrupted without hesitation. "I think you are not ready for the revelation."

She pouted but nodded, eyes closing once more as Helel accepted the deepening of that intimate moment.

It was that very moment that reminded her that… she was lucky to have him.

The hugs, the genuine concern and the idea he considered her his equal.

It was all something that left her warm inside, that made her fall more and more for this confusing, annoying but somewhat lovely Angel.

Nerima Ward, Anteiku 2nd floor...

My head hurts…

Next time you will follow my warnings when I say to get serious. We are lucky that Mio's punches weren't powerful enough to cause any brain-damage.

'The little girl knows how to use Gravity Magic. I wonder if she can get to the point of reverting someone's gravity pull.'

It could be done, technically speaking, but I think it's best to go slow with her, especially with that 'Berserk' button we discovered.

I sighed and nodded, my attention half-taken by the epic narration a certain green-haired girl was giving of the previous evening.

"-And that is how I single-handedly killed the bad guy, took his stuff and ended things with a bang!"

I nodded slowly as Eto finished her retelling of her 'solo' mission, the fact Yoshimura green-lighted the whole thing way before I could have given them the right address was both a good thing but also a very uneasy one.

With Valper gone and with his research safely taken by Grigori, Kokabiel's efforts were all rendered useless even if he managed to get Alucard's soul. Yet I was still surprised at how extensive the manager's spy-network was, proving how well-established in the capital the man was.

"A bang that was took most of the first parts of the news-networks of the city." I commented calmly, a little sigh at the big proud smile she had on her face. "Yet someone told me that you weren't alone in that warehouse."

She froze, twitching just once before scowling. "It was dad?"

I nodded and the girl groaned in her hands. "Trying to appear cool and-" She moved away from her palms. "Getting my own image screwed in the process."

I chuckled and Eto narrowed her on me. "That's not funny."

"Just because you are the butt of the joke." I teased once more. "Still, I don't understand why relying me this in your ro-oom!"

A giggle left her lips as she tackled me down on her bed. "Just feeling like it had to be a super-secret place, away from distractions and all." She sat on my chest, a smug smile adorning her face. "Why? Were you thinking about another reason?"

"I've been dealing with some women trying to 'conquer' me, forgive me if I have certain thoughts."

"True enough." She agreed but then sighed. "But I don't want a boyfriend, or better, I don't consider you a good candidate for a boyfriend."

Ouch!

I blinked. "Can I ask why do you think so?"

She shifted, her expression turning perplexed, then thoughtful. "It's… it's not that you would be a bad boyfriend. Heck, I think I would have wanted to date you… until you said things about your mini-harem."

"I don't have a-"

"It doesn't change the fact you have what? Two-Three girls giving chase? That sounds competition I wouldn't want to deal." The Ghoul shrugged. "Sorry dude, you aren't worth that effort."

Double Ouch! I think I felt that one myself.

I nodded. "I can live with that but then… why are you straddling onto my chest?"

"Assessing your strength and… capacity to serve as a..." She slowly slouched over me and stopped with her head snuggling on my chest, eyes half-closed with a silly smile present on her pretty face. "Cuddle- and Snuggle-buddy."

Woah, that is an… improvement? Or did you just get downgraded?

I think it's a mix of the former and the latter…

"So… why did your father accept the fact I'm in your room." The young Yoshimura huffed, possibly because she wanted to enjoy the hug rather than talking, but she still replied.

"Dad thinks I should 'fly away and build my own nest'. I mean, I am 23 years old but I don't see why hanging around my old fool of a dad counts as being unable to fly." The green-haired girl explained, ending by planting her face on my shirt. "Can't I just have… my own freedom to choose when to go?"

"I think he was referring… to have a family."

She sighed. "Creating a family is easy but… there isn't much potential with our generations. Not many can be considered individuals worth of spending the rest of my life with."

"Have you actually tried?" I asked, causing her to scoff and glare at me.

"You mean that I've to actually search around for someone? Can't it just be someone from places I know? What if I end up tricked and-"

I patted her head and she paused just a moment. "Y-You can't just silence me with that!"

"I just did." I blinked calmly, letting out a tired sigh. "You know, you should seriously contemplate finding a boyfriend."

"Rude and mean." She commented with some annoyance. "But I will have you know that I find my 'freedom' quite endearing compared to being hounded down by guys."

"You are exaggerating-"

"How much trouble did you have trying to shower nowadays?" Eto pressed on. "How many girls are usually waiting by its entrance?"

Kuroka and now even Maria are waiting there-

You are not helping!

Sorry?

"And how many guys asked you out yesterday?" I fired back, only to be dismayed by her smug look.

"Five, two of them being stalkers and the rest jocks trying to get the 'hot nerdy chick'."

"You sure are fine with two stalkers?"

"They are careful right now, but if they try anything I will end up with two fresh snacks-" I glared her way and she waved her hands in an appeasing way. "Okay, okay… I was just joking. But I will make sure they lose some teeth if they get handy."

I nodded slowly and the topic shifted to another interesting situation.

"Did you know that Ayato wanted to talk to you?" The girl mentioned. "Something that I can only describe as a 'pulling a Sasuke' on you."

"Try to kill me to prove he is strong?" I looked confused, why would he even want that?

"I mean..." She sighed. "There are just so many references with those three words but… he wants you to train him."

"So he can… kill me?" I asked once more.

"Probably." The young Yoshimura replied honestly. "He is at that stage of his growth where being 'edgy' is fine."

"That… sucks?" I was unsure of what to do about it and the girl pressed her face even harder on the shirt.

"He doesn't like his Oneesama's hugs anymore." Eto commented with a whiny voice. "Why can't he just let if happen?"

And while the girl lightly kicked my shins with her moving feet, I groaned inwardly as I now realized something very annoying.

While I was certain the more important things were dealt with, I was being currently restrained by the girl lying above my chest.

I was immobilized and… turned on an unwilling shoulder to cry to for Eto.

She might not be insane, but she sure does know how to make people do what she wants.

Thus I spent two more hours before I was finally freed by a tired Eto and having to explain to the manager that nothing had happened proved to be a difficult task, especially when he had such a happy stare at the prospect of having settled his daughter with someone.

This sure was going to cause some problems in the future...

Meanwhile, Florence, Italy…

Darkness has long fallen over the city, the inhabitants having safely returned back to their homes and enjoying the evening together. The few ones that had yet to go back were either working late shifts or completing unique businesses.

It seemed a normal day in the Tuscan province, one that a certain young man would have loved to enjoy either napping or training.

Sadly there was a group planning a 'surprise' for him.

Mathias Belmont was one of the last members of the ancient family that long devoted itself in dealing with monsters and anything even remotely connected to Dracula. It's been 13 years since the Vampiric Count tried to return to life, but the efforts of his uncle Julius Belmont proved to be crucial in permanently banishing the hellish creature from the world of the living.

And while there had been close to no threats from the monster-kind ailing from Transylvania, some strange accidents happened: People disappearing and dying in mysterious circumstances, thieves trying to get the prized Morning Star from the Holy Archives and… curious sights during the daylight.

The young heir of the Belmont Clan was trained in the usage of blessed battle-whips, swords and basic magic, something that would have mattered in most of the worst cases that could have happened.

Sadly, his luck proved to be much more terrible than expected when the attack started.

The gates exploded without notice, the fire consuming the two guards by the entrance as several monsters of various kind rushed inside the building. His father was quick to gather his own weapons and Mathias himself joined the battle at some point but… it was all for naught.

The powerful punch sent him careening to the wall behind me, the impact cracking the old style decorations. The boy fell on the ground, blood hindering the sight from his left eye but… he could see him pretty well in the distance.

The silver-haired tall man took hold of his father's neck lifting off the ground. Even the old Belmont looked worse to wear, having taken the brunt of most of the attack on himself.

"You could have just accepted our kind offers and avoided this situations, Eugenius Belmont. It was just a silly weapon-" The leader of this monsters stated, but he stopped the moment bloodied spit splatted on his face, forcing him to bring his free hand to clean the filth.

"W-We shall never surrender to any of yo-GUH!" The spit-stained hand slashed at the man's neck, cutting open the throat and causing a large amount of blood to spurt out like a fountain.

Mathias tried to stand up, his voice fading at the horrifying scene. Face paling, his hands closed in fists as his knuckles turned white.

T-That was unforgivable.

A shriek broke him out from his anger-filled vision, his eyes shifting to the door nearby the entrance as a body fell on the ground, sporting a big wound in her chest. His mother was staring at him, motionless as life rushed out of her.

W-What was going on!

He was crying, kneeling on the ground as the tall man, a vampire for sure, picked the Morning Star whip out of his dead father's hold.

"And with that we will be moving on the next objective of our long night shift." He chuckled as he took a brief glanced of the weapon. "To think I will need you of all weapons. What a drag."

Strength slowly returned to him, the monsters having long-deserted the large entrance lounge and leaving him with the head of the attackers.

He was distracted, Mathias had to strike now!

His own whip, a basic leather one that has been blessed with some sacraments, was already soaring through the air and reaching for… the Morning Star.

Dark smoke started to cover the figure, soon spreading through his whip and reaching for him.

Darkness claimed him just momentarily as he shifted away from his house, the young Belmont looked up at the full moon above him and he suddenly noticed that he was free-falling towards some unknown forest.

His whip returned back with the Morning Star and the brief relief at reacquiring the relic was squashed the moment he spotted somebody rushing towards him.

Panic rose within his chest, breathing labored as he seemed ready to catch him any seconds now. A barrier formed near the man, causing him to unexpectedly slam at it and make it groan at the impact.

The magical shield cracked severely before it all came down in mere moments, like a building being demolished.

Seeing the silver-haired bastard recoil at the attack, Mathias' shifted his attention back to the fact he was still falling to his death.

Panicking, the boy channeled what was left of his magical reserves to a strong feather-fall spell and… Thud

…

…

He… he was alive. A sigh left his lips and the young Belmont rolled away from the bush he had fallen into. A soft groan later and he found himself looking at his current equipment.

His simple whip had broken down, the powerful teleportation spell having possibly broken its resilience seals and rendered it unable to deal with the snap of dragging the heavier object.

Without hesitation, the young man picked from his pouch a small vial, the Phoenix's Tears his father had gifted him for his birthday two years earlier.

It was a gift that he kept close to him in case of emergencies… like now.

The effects were immediate, just as he has read about and he felt like it was time to turn his attention to a more important, pressing matter. Where was he?

He looked around and… he saw it. It was a tall and massive building in the close distance. A castle.

The silver-haired man that had given chase to him started to fly towards it and Mathias knew… that this didn't bode well for him.

Wounds healed, mind scarred and soul determined, the newest wielder of the Morning Star started to make way towards the immense building, ready to face the killer of his parents once more.

But as he made his way towards the castle, he could feel like he was being watched. A pair of red eyes blinked as the feminine being which those belonged to continued to gaze curiously at the strangers approaching the castle, the boy… seeming the most interesting of the two.

AN

STAGE 1!

The story moves forward somewhere far away from Tokyo, the Khaos Brigade making some quick strikes and attempting to score a victory once for all. Rizevim attacked the Belmont, leaving but just the heir to the family.

Quick reminder for those that don't know the series: While in the original game 'Vampire Killer' and 'Morning Star' were one and the same, since the publication of the Netflix series the two weapons are two different things.

Vampire Killer is in the hands of Julius, one of the main characters in Castlevania: Aria of Sorrow.

Did it felt a little rushed as a chapter? Let's just say that I wasted some time in other stuff. Nothing worrying, but I think I caught the flu. Drat!

Why there was no update yesterday? I was busy with a RL project, wasn't near PC until late at night.

Lastly no, Mathias isn't named after the MC from Aegean Holidays but after Mathias Conqvist, the original name of Dracula in the Castlevania Series.

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