Me: Hello, Hello! Been a while and I do so apologize, I guess it's a side effect of havin a life! Woot!
Reign: ...
Me: (blinks) He really never talks much does he? Anywho, to make up for lost time, or at least an attempt, I've made this chapter extra long, and well, I may be close to finishing up this fanfic pretty soon, so a new fanfic if not another continuation from this and the first may be in the near future, but I could always go for some good ideas, so if ya got 'em, show 'em to me (grins) so for now, enjoy!
(squints eyes) I do so hope I still have some fans left.
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I've been trying to surrender; to try and trust every word... so tell me where you are; tell me how you fell; tell me what you need
And let it all just rain down me, for you are no longer alone.
Golden red eyes glistened slowly open through the half moon's glow. A lone figure stood there within the overgrown surrounding fields of a large stone guardian lathered castle. With a gentle breeze rising, the soft silk dress that the slender form wore, fluttered softly about. Not far off, a demonic neigh echoed faintly about as a small shadow of a familiar demon horse galloped all about enjoying the cool refreshing night after a full day of spring rain. Spring had finally come upon the ruins of London. A week had passed after Seras and Alucard's disappearance. Having no other reasons of remaining in Japan, the group had went their separate ways. Integra and Walter left, once more to their home in America to begin once more the Hellsing Organization of slaying.
Inferno had once more taken his place as the stone skeleton dragon on the blood fountain in the middle of the castle's courtyard to his master; Alucard. Once more he rested, awaiting when he was needed again as Striker the griffin who spoke the ancient undead tongue, flew alone through the lands of rundown London to the sky above Dracula's castle. Tyson and Sorah had gone off in Japan, joining up with Deborah and Jonathan, the ruling werewolf royals in Japan. Anderson and his own small ward headed off to who knew where as Zuranna and Donovan had gone back to their own American home, the castle resting in the center of Puget sound, Seattle, Washington. Alexial though...
Weakly running her pale hand through her soft hair, her eyes weakly looked to the night star filled sky, seeking, searching for the slightest hint of a flutter. The dress felt gentle to her skin as she tempted to relax back at the castle of the first of them all. As hard as she tried though, she could not relax.
"Lady Alexial?"
With a faint flinch of her small pale form, Alexial hearing the man's soft voice, slowly turned around. With the fluttering of her dress following suit, the young vampire's golden red eyes met the red glowing eye sockets of the black winged skeleton servant; Yuki. Grasped leisurely within his boney hands was a single bag of blood that had condensing droplets slide down as it had seemed to have just been pulled from the fridge. With a small smile flicking on his skeletal jaw, he drew forth the bag ever so slight toward Alexial. "I know you are concerned, but please do not worry of my Master and his Queen. They have done this plenty of times, and then they'll just return as if nothing had happened." His red eyes flickered slightly as he eyed Alexial as she just watched the bag weakly before tempting a faint sideways stare to the surroundings. With a deep sigh even though lacking the lungs to do so, Yuki turned his own undead gaze to the night sky that hung high above.
"why... why does it seem... that Seras is changing?"
Yuki withdrawing his gaze, eyed Alexial as she continued to stare at the dripping blood bag in Yuki's grasp. "Seras... Changing you say?" the servant murmured softly gaining a small glance from his guest before she returned her eyes to the bag, the faint flicker of hunger ran through her vamperic eyes. "yeah... she seems... darker, more like... Dracula." Came her weak voice as she closing her eyes, turned her back to the servant while turning her golden red eyes to the sky.
Yuki couldn't suppress the laugh as he slowly walking up, joined Alexial's right side. "changing. Yes, she has indeed begun to change, but that was a given to be when she chose to become bonded or in human terms, married; to my Lord Dracula." That made Alexial look over with narrowed eyes as she tried to analyze the words just spoken from Yuki. "why? Is it because he's the first of us all?" the young vampire asked as Yuki still smiling, watched a flock of geese fly over head chanting their cries to one another in the night sky. "That, and that he is also more then what he seems to be." The Servant spoke, his words soft as a odd delight filled the air around him. A pride, something he enjoyed and fully respected. "more then? Like what? My mother told me or rather showed me that night when he took his true form. I know Dracula's a demon vampire."
Yuki gave a deep chuckle as he flaring his dusty wings ever so slightly, looked forward a the forested borderline of his master's lands. "a demon vampire, yes, he does carry that true form of his, but that is... tell me dear Lady Alexial, before I go on, do you believe in Hell?"
Alexial blinking, just stared at the back of Yuki's skull as he kept his wings erect and eyes forward, an odd stare came form his eyes, a look of awaiting for an arrival of... something. As if he felt... something he longed for, happen. "Hell?" the word whispered past her lips as suddenly with a violent outburst of raging winds, all the demon guardians upon the castle walls and within the violently swaying trees; blazed red and howled viciously into the night. Was it an attack! With frantic eyes flying about, Alexial looked to Yuki as he at some point had turned around, looked her dead in the eyes as a small proud smile hung upon his face that bore no flesh as he too, glowed red. "Yes, Hell... Do you believe in it? Because if you do not." With a harsh thrust of his wings, dust flew from the feathery wings on Yuki's back exposing blood red glossy wings of full health as slowly blood veins began to seep upon and web all over his black bones. "He will not spare you when he reclaims his throne."
Falling back hard, Alexial held her upper arms tightly in a futile attempt to ebb her trembling as she watched the screeching servants and Yuki glow. "He... what's going on! Why are you all glowing!" Alexial couldn't fight the high pitch her voice took as panic began to lace through her heart just as fast a the blood veins wrapped around Yuki's body. The winged servant nodded his head as he gently with one hand, held the blood bag out to her. "the time we have all awaited for, for thousands of years has nearly come upon us. But..." his smile and dark joy faded as concern bled into his expression while he continued to blaze red. "it seems... we have a war to wage before we can finally whiteness our Dark Lord's return to full power." Came his soft voice as all around, the winds died, the screams faded and the glowing ebbed. Weakly grasping the bag in her still trembling right hand, Alexial couldn't tear her eyes away from Yuki's as organs, like fast growing plants, began to fill his chest cavity.
"A war?"
As she had spoken those two simple words, far off in the darkness, eerie far off roars and haunting calls echoed. Demons... were coming.
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"Alucard!"
Seras, crashing onto her knees, cradled her lover's unconscious head within her arms. Within a large room made of smoothed black steel, Alucard had collapsed with Seras beside him. As the queen cradled her king's limp upper body, Reign stood there with his back to them while his hands slowly ran along side the cold surface. "Alucard! Please wake up! What's wrong!"
"Silence my Queen."
Seras blinking the brimming tears from her crimson eyes, the royal looked over as she heard Reign's soft voice barely whisper through the dreary room. With him standing there still, arms on either side of his form, the coffin rested leisurely upon his back.
"Reign?"
"this former doorway has cracked the shell that surrounds his old powers. He shall be restored to his full and true title, but I shall ask you Seras Victoria, immortal of the living."
As the man slowly turned his form to fully face Seras, the chains on his coffin groaned heavily as all around... as if one by one, runes all over blazed a blood red. With walls groaning to that of Reign's coffin chains, deep gouges began to shatter all around like that to ice that gave under a heavy weight. With a loud cry leaving her pale lips, Seras swiftly looked down to her fallen King, Lord Dracula, as the same ancient runes began to blaze on both his flesh and clothes causing steam to float from his body.
"Lady Seras Victoria."
With a weak blink of her eyes releasing a few tendrils of crimson tears, Seras looked up at Reign, she looked up into those concealed eyes hidden beneath the black wool cloak that covered his entire body. "Y... Yes?" came her small feeble attempt of a voice as the runes all around slowly began to grow brighter.
"The question I have for you; no matter how dark or cruel the life he leads becomes, just how much are you willing to follow that man who you cradle?"
as his words settled into her heart, Seras weakly looking down to the now glowing rune lathered Alucard. A small smile fell upon her lips as the undead slowly and tenderly brushed away a strand of ebony hair from his unconscious face. "I'll follow him, for as long as he wants me to. I love him." As Seras spoke, her crimson eyes found their way unto Reign's concealed gaze.
Underneath his dark appearance that intimidated and terrified many, the corners of his mouth, ever so faintly curled into a small smile that was barely caught by Seras's watchful red eyes. "you'll follow him into Hell then?" came his once more dark and deep tone. Seras though, unafraid of his smile and dark voice as the runes all around began to fade while a bit of grounded rock drifted from the ceiling above; she gave a slow nod to this man and looked back to Alucard's face as his eyelids twitched showing signs of him drawing back into consciousness. "Into Hell... yes..." with a faint growl passing his pale lips, Seras continuing to smile watched Alucard's blood red eyes slowly pull apart and dig right into her own gaze as his cruel and sadistic composure began to reclaim his once unconscious and near peaceful body. "I'll follow you into Hell." Came Seras's strong words as Alucard looking right into her own eyes, narrowed his gaze. Little did Seras know, how deep those words meant.
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Hakuyaoshi, clothed once more in bondage lathered attire with a trench coat bellowing sadistically over his slim form; the man stood there staring out. Standing high on top of a ruined boarded up building, his single icy blue eye stared out at the night sky of the near rundown city of London. He felt them when they had drawn through the murky gates from the world of flame to this world of life and living be it undead or not. And as he stood there that night, he still felt them, their greed, their lust for violence, blood, freedom. He felt them and heard them coming as they began their attack on the far south side of this ruined city. With a slow breath passing his lips, his single exposed eye through the mat of blond black tipped hair narrowed. He remembered those very raw thoughts going through his own mind when he had broken through the gates nude and unaware of this world. Drawing in a slow breath into his lungs, the vampire slowly unleashed the trapped air.
"I know you're there multi eye."
As he spoke softly, the small cloaked figure timidly rose to a standing position no more then ten feet from his back, her left eye a deep red while her right a baby blue, her eyes seemed to glow in the dim night glow of the fading moon as her body remained cloaked within the shadows. With katana unsheathed and grasped tightly in her right hand, the woman stood there. Having tempted to conceal herself from this undead, the illusion failed as her mind had grown distracted. She had seen and felt his demeanor of intimidating blood lusting vampire shift to that of a concerned dark being. So here she stood, weapon ready for lack of trust in men that haunted her ever so cool eyes. Though Rogue couldn't help but allow her lips to curl into a slow small smile at the name he had called her; 'multi eye'.
Haku once more drew in a weary breath as he continued to stare out at the surroundings as slayers, wolves, vampires and other beings of nature be it dark or light walked about. "You're not human, no doubt you can feel it as well, a war is coming. Yet..." closing his eyes, both exposed and concealed, the man heavily rubbed them with his left hand. "it's a war between this world and that of the underworld." His voice grumbled the words he had not wished to ever speak.
"you're a demon."
Her voice spoke gently into the weak breeze that blustered all around. It wasn't a question, but a statement. That made Haku smile as he hanging his arm beside him, he hung his head with eyes shut as a low chuckle crept through his lungs. "A demon. Why put it so bluntly multi? I don't smell nor look vile, or at least I hope not, and both myself and the Hellsing feels a bit insulted of the tone you use." As a few silent seconds ticked away, that chuckle rose once more and a bit louder within his chest as Haku's single exposed icy blue eye pulled slightly apart. "So do tell, I feel you're a Miko, a purifier of evil, do you intend to send my oh so damned soul back to Hell? Or do you just intend to destroy me right here and now? What no answer, no response multi?" as his voice grew slightly hard, Haku rising his body erect and held his head high with shoulders back, he stood there tall and proud as a few tendrils of dark red light flared over his body.
Rogue just stood there, her grip upon the hilt of her katana wavering ever so slightly. She had met and destroyed many a demon in the past, yet this man, or rather fool, was different then the others she had come across. Her multi eyes not leaving his back as she felt a faint touch of his demonic powers rise up, yet... blinking slowly, she felt it, a something that made her very uneasy. He had holy light within him as well, he was a mix of both evil and good, a slayer bonded to a demon. A knight of heaven, a Hellsing who willingly gave his body to a demon who promised to keep the Hellsing's soul intact and alive. She thought that rumored demon was killed or enslaved, not standing there. Before her.
With a low growl passing gritted teeth, Haku's single blue eye blazed bright and cruel. "Be ready or not dear multi but... they're coming, and they're coming quick." Giving a quick glance behind him, Haku just stopped, the Miko was gone, both her physical and spiritual scent was gone with the wind that had curled through his lone tied back hair. Giving a faint smile that was half bitter, the vampire looked once more to the night sky. "take care multi, highly doubt you will, but don't die... now..." with a tight grip of fists making his bones grind, Haku's smile turned into a full outright sneer as his eye narrowed towards the thick black cloud that he knew... wasn't a true cloud. "I left that Hell to be free, I will not allow this world fall in the hands of greedy runts who have just tasted this freedom of rain instead of fire... so..." with a brutal blaze of fire crackling and roaring over his entire body, Haku throwing his head back, began to violently roar with cruel laughter into the night air.
"Bring it on!"
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The attack came violent, sudden and vicious unto the near rundown city of London, England. Monsters of decaying bodies poured from the skies, from the sewers. Filling the air with the stench of death as screams rose up, vampire were shredded to ash, humans ripped limb from limbs as hot steaming blood splashed onto the walls and cracked pavement. Bones were mangled, shattered, organs were plucked out with claws as intestines were slurped through decaying jaws like noodles from a blood soaked ramen dish. Ribs were pulled apart like butterfly wings exposing the soft lungs and heart encased within. Muscles were torn from bones, those that shifted were skinned of their fur or scales and eaten.
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"NO!"
Seras suddenly awoke screaming, her lungs pushing out any air as sweat poured from her entire pale body as it laid nestled between Alucard's own bare form within the confines of his coffin. Realizing of her voice screaming, Seras swiftly stifled it into ragged breaths as her body shook. She had heard their screams, felt their pain as teeth pulled at their organs, at their flesh, she had felt them get skinned, she had felt the burning want of freedom from the fire.
Her hand suddenly flew over her mouth as her body lurched, trying to vomit as those bloody images had flown through her mind so violently. That fire, that pain! As her body shuddered, Seras regaining control of her weak stomach, the queen of Dracula, like a scared child, curled up tightly into the notch of his side, burying her face into his warm flesh and taking in his deep scent. She wanted it all to be a dream, to be a nightmare and not real... but... her heart ached, and she knew the truth.
"Alucard... they're dying... those to the darkness are dying by those that crave freedom from fire... what's... going on?" her voice shook and was barely heard as crimson tears flitted slowly down her face as she with shut eyes, buried her face between his arm and side. "Demons from Hell seek freedom from their world of fire, they want to no longer be in heat and flame, so they came through the gate and now wish to claim this world with its darkness as their own, thus they will remove those who have already claimed the darkness. The demons rid those already there to claim the darkness as their own... we must fight Seras, to protect those who already belong to the darkness." Jumping, Seras pulling her face from his side, looked into Alucard's own crimson eyes as they having barely slid open, looked at her as no sign of a smile caressed his features like in the past wars and battles. Weakly eyeing him, Seras ran her tongue timidly on her bottom lip, she had never seen Alucard look like that before and it bothered her.
Clearly seeing her discomfort, Alucard smiled, slowly and small. With his left hand rising, Seras flinched weakly as the back of his hand softly caressed the side of her face making her weak gaze meet his own as his eyes remained calm and distant. He remembered, he wish he didn't, but he remembered and knew... who he really was. Dreams had awoken, reminded his dark soul. "Seras, you said you'd follow me into Hell, just how far do you wish to follow me?" that made Seras look at him as his eyes continued to be distant, there was... a faint pain within them it seemed, but Alucard, feeling pain? "What's... wrong Alucard?" her voice whispered. His smile slightly grew as his eyes falling shut, Alucard opening his hand, rested his warm palm fully onto the side of her face as Seras responding, nuzzled into his hand. "I'm not... who you think I am... I'm much more...and..." pulling apart his eyes once more, Alucard looked deeply into Seras's worried gaze as she saw that deep angst that hung in the furthest depths of his eyes. "... I wish I wasn't." as Alucard spoke, Seras couldn't help as the tears came intermixing with the old already drying tears from a few minuets before. Her heart ached as fear consumed, she felt something bad was going to happen it seemed.
But... she had to know...
Rising her own hand up, Seras weakly curled her own fingers onto the hand that caressed her face. Her eyes not leaving his no matter how much she wanted to, she wanted to look away from that pain that was so unlike the man she loved. "Just... what are you... Alucard?" her voice whispered, Seras really didn't know if she wanted to know the truth... Alucard though gave her no luxuries of not being able to know. The pain in his eyes lifted as a darkness claimed the deep pools of his crimson eyes. It was a pride, a very ancient pride as the very being of the Alucard that Seras knew, was changing into something greater, darker, more powerful. "My name is many, and yet none, in this form of the living be it undead, I go by Dracula, or for you, Alucard, my human name was Vlad Dracula, I was born through flesh of the living from the womb of my mother Margaret Dracula, but even with this told, I am and yet I am not the man that those names belong to."
With a small smile that was dark yet, gentle, Alucard pressed his hand a bit rougher onto the side of Seras's face as she felt his craving, the lust to feel touch and to be touched, she felt the fire within him rise, grow. "Ah Seras. You are the one to tame my soul, Carmila was only a queen I chose to keep the barriers on my mind shut, but even with them now open, I am still at peace and calm, I can still keep my sanity as you remain beside me. I am the very ruler of the fire world, I never really owned a name, I was made for that very position thus needed no name but a title, The High Lord..."
"... of Hell."
Alucard's hand actually dimly pulled from Seras's face as she had spoken in a fearful tone the final two words to his title. The high lord of Hell, Satan. Alucard... a vampire, darkness, blood drinker, fire... Seras weakly looked to the side as her hand faintly clung to his hand that was held from the side of her face, as if fearful of burning her. "You... but... how... how could that... be... how can..." Seras's voice faded as Alucard giving a very dry chuckle, he kept his hand from the side of her face. "I grew tired, like those demons high above feasting on those belonging to the darkness. I grew tired of hearing screams of pain, torture, I grew tired of the heat and flames, I never gained any rest, any time that I craved, so I found the gateway. I found it after exiling a certain demon who communed with this world. Yet being what I was, I had to shed my body and all its powers and start over, as a fetus in a woman's whom. I was born, I grew up, I forgot who I was and I was happy and yet I was not."
"as I grew I began to crave the darkness, the call of the night, the call of evil. Thus I sold my soul to what I thought was Satan, but in truth, I just reclaimed a bit of my own old self without even knowing it. I became Dracula, and I was happy, but then it grew to sickness once more, I allowed Carmila to sell me out and I worked for Hellsing, and it gave me peace, and then.. I met you."
Seras leaned slowly once more into Alucard's palm as he drew it onto her face, feeling her cool smooth skin calm the fire that burned within his soul. With her eyes falling onto his own, a weak smile crept upon her soft lips. "Satan, Dracula... so then... who is Reign?" she whispered weakly, she had an idea that, that man was connected to Alucard more so then just some acquaintance in his many years as a undead. Alucard smiled crookedly to this and sighing slowly, closed his eyes. "Reign is a demon lord, he's second in command to Hell, just a rank lower then me. So... now you know, what will you decide Seras Victoria? Do you still intend to follow me into Hell? Even if it becomes quite literal?" his voice spoke low and sadistic, rumbling from his chest into her own small bare body making goose bumps arise upon Seras's skin.
Fire, ruler, Hell, demons, torture, death... it all rang through her mind, everything he spoke of, everything that seemed to click into place. She told Reign she'd follow him into Hell, and now...
Seeing the gaze handed to him through his lover's eyes, Alucard's cruel smirk couldn't be wavered at all as his hand remained happily and wickedly curled over the side of her face, his love, his mate, his wife, his alone. "Reign..." the cloaked man didn't even flinch or gesture as Alucard not having looked away from Seras, spoke the demon's name. "find who I seek... it is time to reclaim my throne."
Seras with a weak glance to the side, bit back a small cry as where Reign had once stood. Was no where in sight, yet there laying on the ground where he had stood, a few tendrils of mist swirled lazily about a coffin and its chains that lathered the ground in a pool of metal.
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"Who's that?"
"No idea..."
"creepy..."
"I don't like him..."
outside on the one of many sidewalks within the city of Washington, Seattle, a huge building stood there tall and broad with crumbling red bricks holding the walls as sturdy as they have for many passing years. Not far off in the Puget Sound, the castle of Donovan rested, yet even though under the rule of that mighty undead and his Queen, shifters were still well secretive in this land then within England, as if those of the darkness here just never wanted to be out in the open except for a few who chose to... yet there were more clans in this land and their rules being anal and strict, be secretive, be silent and go unseen where the rules spoken of from many years of fear. Reign though never really understood this fear, sure, hide from the humans for there were so many, but why fear? They are nothing but that, humans, animals with intelligence and well... humans.
The demon's thoughts were interrupted as he came up to two large black metal double doors hanging wide open with burly biker bouncers on either side, a massive line in the thousands it seemed, stood there chatting, mingling, dancing, laughing. Resting to the left side of the metal doors hung a neon sign that flickered as deep within a deep bass boomed; it was a sign many knew and many more came to whenever it was lit, 'The Crimson Chaos'. As the line shifted, people were searched as they handed the entry fee, the two bouncers seemed to stall as they looked forward through their mat of messed up graying hair and beards at the cloaked man standing before them.
with a swift recovery, their beards curled into wide smiles as one drawing a heavy puff from his cigarette nodded to the man before them as all they saw was his lower face. "Been a long time, the boss will be pleased to see you." The man smirked as he flicked the cigarette to the ground and smashed it underneath his big heavy steel toed boot. In the flick of the nearby orange lights that lit the streets this night, a faint flicker fell upon Reign's lips as a very small smile rested there. "Allow me entrance." His voice whispered coolly making the two burly men feel as if the blood in their veins chilled. However... the one who didn't take aid in smoking, held his callused hand out to Reign as a lopsided smile hung on his cracked dry lips.
"that'll be twenty five dollars, no if ands or buts about it monsieur in a cloak."
Upon entering, Reign's lips curled down in a slight look of annoyance. After having entered and gone through a long hallway filled with black lights and fog machines, he stood there in a huge room, ravers danced all around. The scents of heavy incense, pot and cigarettes filled the already clouded air as strobes blazed, disco balls shimmered as lights upon lights danced just as wildly as the dancers themselves. The heavy bass techno mixes blasted around from speakers that surrounded everyone. A rave joint. Upon standing there to the right of the entrance/ exit of this massive room, Reign's unseen eyes looked around, his head slightly moving as he pin pointed those that he sought. He never forgot this place when it had started out small and those burly men were only in their young twenties, yet now...
This was no time to be distracted with meaningless memories. He saw them, no one important, but not human none the less. He sought the owner of this building of loud music, and knew the single rule to those that sought such a being. 'follow those who seem to fade while the music plays.' And many do, they're just not seen by human eyes. That was who he watched now, a mated couple of wolves headed to the back as if heading to the bathrooms, but Reign knew this to be a false motion, and followed.
The female wolf, no older then eighteen years old, weakly stood there with her mate joining her side as he was four years older then she. Both wearing simple gothic attire, they had snuck into the back and using a secret entrance that was a sliding wall panel, found themselves down a elegant maple staircase that had candles on the walls flickering slowly about. Upon reaching the bottom to where they stood looking at two marble carved doors that rested shut before them. Runes and languages of many tongues rested all over as a single sentence in English rested over the center of the doors. 'Those of darkness, if pure, can open these doors.'
With a weak sound leaving her lips, the woman leaned heavily into her mate's side as he protectively draped an arm over her shoulders while his hazel eyes watched the doors. "if pure... are you sure this is safe?" the woman's voice seemed to whimper. The man weakly stared at the doors, he was unsure himself. He had been informed of this hang out by another of the blood and yet...
"no doubt newbies."
Jumping, the woman yelped as the man gripping her tightly whipped his head to the other side as his livid hazel eyes rested upon a woman who stood there. No taller then five foot three, she wore a common black trench coat with bondage pants and a simple black tank top. With tied back black hair hidden mostly under that of a black jaxon blues hat, her livid sapphire eyes stared forward, a small smirk upon her lips as her hands rested lazily in the deep pockets of her coat.
Narrowing his eyes, the wolf stood there glaring at her for having scared them and acting so cocky about it. "no doubt you know what that door means then." His voice barked as his mate nuzzled closer to him, they were still new to this whole world of darkness and even though it blew right over his senses, she felt something wasn't right with that woman who laughing, went up to the door.
"Simple, only those with the strength of the darkness can open these doors, not even the strongest human could."
Sliding her hands from her pockets and unto the cool marble service, runes and languages blazed as she barley placed any strength on the doors cool surface, the doors groaning, pulled open. Falling back, she watched the doors fully open as the wolves stood beside her staring in awe. Giving them a sideways glance, she gave them a lusty wink.
"Shall we?"
he watched in the shadows as the three entered those marble doors that drew shut as soon as the three fully entered. Those doors... they weren't even there before. The owner had gotten even more powerful to create such doors out of raw magic and the sheer mass of marble compared to the weak barrier she had up from so many years ago. Without much more then a few minuets of having watched those doors, Reign stepped forth. Without even needing to feel his hands upon the cool surface, the runes blazed as the candles around flickered and slowly, the doors groaning, began to pull open once more. Yet the demon not even waiting for the doors to fully open, stepped forth within the room past the doorway and just stood there. It was a room of soft light from faintly flickering candles and filled with the musty scents of shifters and incense. Soft carpet was all around as there were changing rooms on either side for both genders. Within the large lobby though rested beds of soft sheets and pillows as benches with the same soft comforts were all around. Both clothed and bare people easily walked around, the fresh meat nervous and afraid as frequent visitors walked around bare as if nothing bothered them.
this was a shifting lobby, Reign knew this as he saw those that laid on the bed in a deep slumber, flesh split allowing fresh skin lathered be it in fur, feather or scale to come out. Wings emerged, bones grinded and shifted, people changed. Some on the bad, those who were old time shifters or very well experienced sat on the benches and shifting little under a half hour. This sickened the demon, when he was working alongside his master in Hell before the High Lord chose to go to the surface of the living, the magic of this world was pure, strong and abundant all around. Now though... Even with the rule of Dracula and the other royals, through the taint of humans who killed the beliefs by means of the aid of other religions and rubbing out the magic, the magic of this planet was fading and those who needed that magic to shift or draw up their true selves... what should take a few minuets if not seconds to shift... it took many minuets if not hours or a few days. Even with the touch of Dracula's dark hands, it was too late for the magic in this world... the magic wasn't fading, it was dying!
Walking through the shifting lobby, Reign went onward. This was a simple night club that lasted one night for the humans above, but down here. This was a paradise and sanctuary for those of the darkness who needed a break and relaxation from the bland world above. The stay could last from a day to six months as this underground secretive world went down pretty far. This was where they could be their true selves, to be able to talk of those things that were always needing to be hidden from human ears and eyes. Here a dragon and a falcon shifter could compare their wing sizes, or a wolf and a fox could try their ways at sparring, or stalking. This was a bit of the old world that Reign remembered, this was a bit that the owner here had some how managed to keep from the rest of this decaying world.
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Far within the night sky over the lands of England, the stars glittered softly as the full moon hung far off with its graceful touch glistening on the land below. With the flutter of a few bats in this night sky, all seemed fine and peaceful. Far below on the streets though, shifters and humans alike hid inside and underground, panic was all around from the sudden unseen attack of demons using empty decaying shells of shifters. The night was no longer safe as the attacks came at random in heavy waves, and those who were smart enough, stayed inside.
Laugher rolled through a couple of bare empty streets as five men, buzzed from alcohol and happily enjoying a shared joint. "So where shall we go next?" one of the men spoke with a hic to his words as he passed the joint to his buddy on the left. The man taking the joint shrugged as he eyeing it realized the bud had gone out. "Crap... anyone have a light... huh? Why are you stopped?" blinking, the man came to a stop as he peered over his shoulder to the already stopped buddies of his yet... he gave a weak eyeing to them as he saw their pale expressions that held very wide frightened eyes.
"What's wrong? Guys? Please... what... huh?"
the man's words faded as the one who had handed the joint, with a trembling hand, pointed forward. With a pathetic gulp of the saliva in his mouth, the man slowly, on his heel, turned... and wished he hadn't. Blazing red eyes lacking of any pupils stared forward as saliva dripped leisurely from large jaws filled with razor sharp teeth as the beast's body as large as a small car glistened in the moonlight with fur held high on its deformed back. shoulder plates stuck out with strings of muscle and flesh barely keeping it in any way or form, incased. The backbone barely held in on the sides with the fur blood lathered flesh, flexed as the four heavily muscled yet decaying limbs, shifted from side to side like a cat ready for attack.
Embers scattered about on the cold pavement as the bud fell from the man's lips. With his eyes wide, the screams of his friends being attacked from behind fell upon deaf ears. With a weak sound leaving his trembling lips, the man stepped back yet froze. His foot had slipped upon a odd substance, something that wasn't... blinking, he weakly watched the beast before him as in the back, shadows fell from the sky and stood there upon the pavement, all glittering red eyes. With a slow snarl leaving its cracking decaying jaws, the beast's lips curled as fur, like outstretched taffy, began to stretch apart down the very center of the entire beast's body. "tell me human, where does the king of night stalk?"
As the beast spoke the watery words as if being choked, the man stumbled even harder back, the back of his feet striking something soft and slowly soaking his lower pant leggings. His mind to terrified as he watched the two halves of the beast slosh apart like a shedded skin as rising up, a mosquito like monster with scales for its hide and six clawed limbs that crashed onto the ground making the steel claws dig into the pavement as if butter. Four huge wings that looked to be made of bloody rags of flesh hung outward as six demonic yellow eyes that glowed eerily stared right at him, his beak for a muzzle stuck forth like a jagged blade as what seemed fresh blood slipped off.
The ground shuddered as to the human's very right no more then a few feet away, a massive demonic bat stood there, with its jagged black leather wings half bent in, its own demonic red eyes stared at the human with hungry lust as its crushed in like muzzle filled with jagged teeth, glistened while the demon's massive claws on its feet, flexed and scraped along the ground. "Jukash, forget him, he's a mere human, he knows nothing, let me eat, I'm starving!" as the bat demon spoke, his large ears flickered rapidly as anticipation rang in his skill. The man looking from the bat, stared at the other demon for a few seconds as those words sank in... let me eat... with a loud cry, he turned hard yet stumbling, crashed to the ground hard splashing into a huge puddle. With a heavy musty scent filling his lungs and making him gag, the man rising up his upper body with the aid of his arms, froze as he saw the fresh blood dripping from his body, the mangled few remains of his one time good friends.
His mind was broken, as he laid there with shock consuming, he felt the claws rip through his torso and downward removing his legs, the pain swept over ,he felt the blood, but he was broken. With his arms giving out, he crashed into the pool of blood as fog began to consume his mind and body. He felt and could care less as the demons pull apart his lower body, fighting over his flesh. With glazed eye, he saw a small fox like demon grab his arm and begin to pull apart strings of his muscles as if string cheese. He didn't care... it was gone, all of it... was gone.
Darkness consumed as with a resounding crack, the back demon having flown, crashed down hard onto the human's skull crushing it and spraying the innards all around as smaller youkai; demons that followed the main demons from hell like fleas to a dog's fur; began to nip and hiss small cries as they swarmed on the blood lathered brain mush that was laying all about. Jukash just stood there with a solemn expression on his six eyes as his rag like wings hung on either side of his body, "Enough feeding off this pathetic land, it's time to consume this world in OUR darkness..." as the six eyes drew shut, to all demons that had escaped from Hell, their minds opened up and all motion froze in a moment of silence, and waiting. "the time is now! Maxwell has moved, so it is our turn! We may not have found him yet, but tear enough of these lands apart, someone that's a royal is bound to show... Demons of all clans.." the eyes violently blazed open as a wicked smirk fell upon his demonic beak.
"ATTACK!"
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Me: (blinks) Oooh, a cliff hanger!
Reign: ...
Me: (sighs) You really need to talk more
Reign: (blinks, turns and walks away)
Me: Hey! I was talking to you!
(Sighs) anywho, hope you all like it still and the next chapter HOPEFULLY will be up soon! So keep up the reviews and the chapters will keep on flowing be it fast or slow, it depends really... damn I'm hungry, so, I'm off, ciao for now, and till next time! (waves and runs after Reign)