Disclaimer: I do not own Drakengard, or the franchise though I wish to my bones I did!

This story was inspired by UnmercyfulDeath's "Not A Part of The Plan" and "Life Is Too Much Of A Miracle" sorry if it seems to be a cheap copy!

It took me a while to decide on how to paint the scene but I finally decided on this, so here ya go.

Chapter 7: Return

Caim walked into the alley slowly. There were seven corpses that were recognizably human, including the three at the entrance, then by the piles of flesh there were three more dead. Three of the corpses looked like they had chunks bitten out of them. One seemed to have been stripped of all skin and most of the muscle. So that's what his daughter had meant… she literally ate them. He shuddered, few things could get to him, but this did. Opal's incoherent screeches started quieting down so that meant Angelus was able to calm her some. What were they to do? This would be more difficult then his blood lust to deal with. Frowning he kicked a corpse aside before returning to Angelus and a weeping Opal. His love was holding their daughter by the arms who seemed to of tried to tear her own throat out by the scratches on her neck, what should we do?

"What do you mean by that?"

You know what I mean.

"Like I said, its a lot like yours but its more dangerous then that. We have to teach her how to live with it or she will kill her self for it."

That what I'm afraid of. Do we make her a warrior? Or make her a simple woman with a terrible secret?

"I vote warrior. That way she can have a reason to stay alive and live with it."

I guess its fated that she has to deal with the same mistakes we made.

"Not all dreams come true."

Angelus guided Opal to her feet and led her towards the gathering throng of soldiers that were readying an escort back to the castle. Angelus paused next to the captain, "I want a round the clock guard to make sure that there are no surprises, and if there's another attack send word immediately. Trust none from Lord Feord's House except Lord Feord him self. There are snakes I'm going to be rating out." The captain nodded as she climbed into the carriage with Opal and Caim. The driver set a brisk pace as Opal laid across Angelus's lap, her mind tauntingly replaying the scene in the alley over and over again in her head. The young hybrid twitched every now and then at the most horrifying parts, but was otherwise unconscious.

It was a short, uneventful trip back to the castle in witch the couple bared in silence. As they arrived the captain of the guard was the first to greet them, "My Lord, my Lady the other Lords have gathered in the council room. Lord Feord wishes to convey news he has gained. Said something about having importaint information on enemy movement from one of his spies." Caim frowned, he had little time for this. Have a couple guards help you get Opal to her room. Angelus hissed before nodding. Even she could see the sence in his words. Caim marched off towards their apartments. Upon arrival several maids stopped what they were doing so they could stare at their thought-to-be-dead lord. Caim tapped his shirt and one near a dresser leapted for the top drawr and pulled out a key then with equal haste sped to a closet that had a silver lock on it and opened it, revealing his wardrobe. Caim smiled, trust Angelus to keep his clothes in pristene condition even though she hated the self-appointed task. He stipped and dawned new cleaner clothing. Straping on his less-then-liked armor that he keapt at the back of the closet he strode out of the apartments towards the council chambers. It had been a long time since he had been seen at all. Best to make good first impressions.

The seven lords that had pledged allegaince to him were gathered at their normal places around the large table. Caim had thought their places would of changed in the fifteen years he had been gone. The two large doors swung open with a resounding crash that seemed to shake the very foundations of the room. Caim in gleaming silver and gold armor, with a large black cape was a sight to behold. A very unwolcome sight by the looks on the faces of each Lord except Feord, who could only gape in stunned disbelief. To tell the truth all had a version of that same look in one incarnation or another, but most seemed to be hiding rage for someone who was sapposed to be dead. Foerd was the first to recover, "Lord Caim! We had all thought you to be dead despite Lady Angelus's warnings! I am sorry I ever doubted you!"

Caim walked strait past him and took a seat in the high backed chair he used to ocupy. His gaze raked all in the room save Foerd: he could tell they had been planing to revolt, but it was obvious they had burried those plans as soon as he opened the door. His smile was malicious, then suddenly Angelus walked in at a long stride. All the lords decided now was a good time to sit down. When both were in the room together there was no mistake that something very importaint had come up, and with the rumors that their daughter was in trouble it would probably be ground breaking. Angelus took a smaller seat next to Caim. He motioned for her to begin, "As you all know Opal has recently fallen afoul of some trouble, but me and my husband were able to pull her out. She is currenty in her room recovering from her wounds." All the lords took on stricken expressions, Angelus was never in a good mood when Opal was wounded so bad she had to be confined to a bed, "Before she passed out we learned some very interesting things. The ones relating to her are none of your buiseness so theres no point asking. One thing that caught our attention in particular in about Lord Feord's house." The lord's head snapped around.

"But I am loyal my lady! I would do nothing to hamper your rule!" The pleading look gave evidence to his loyalty. He would defy the Nameless for them. That probably didn't include every one else in the room though.

"I know you wouldn't Feord. Yet there is something you should know; your house is of a different mind. Your son has tried to kill my daughter. Before she killed his he revealed eveything, names of lords who are planning an uprising to put Orgrey on the throne, and that your entire house are traitors working right under your nose. No information you get from them is reliable." She leaned back so she could take them all in with one look. Caim smirked, Feord looked like he had eaten something poisonous. The rest of the lords were gaping like fish, "Who did he say were the traitors? Who in this room are the traitors the kid spoke of?" She wasn't sure who said it, but they had all stood. She and Caim stood as well, Feord drawing his weapon to defend them. Angelus could only smile, "All but lord Feord him self."

It took only moments. The doors around the room swung open to permit soldiers loyal to the traitors to flood in. From where Caim and Angelus entered came knights loyal to them, the traitorous lords drew weapons and lepted upon their three advasaries. Two struck at Feord while the rest went for Caim and Angelus: they were the real threat. The dragon raised her hand and fire blossomed from her palm enveloping three in an instaint. Caim's sword seemed to materialise in his hand. He sung it cutting a fool in half with ease. The knights met the soldiers and chaos ensude. The last thing Caim could remember thinking was that the sides were uneven... They would need more then a few soldiers like this to take him and Angelus down.

Opal sat bolt up right gasping for breath. The first thing that registered was that her wings were numb. Second thing was that she was in her room. Third was that she was very hungry. Groaning she leaned back, laying bandaged arm across her equaly bandaged chest, her memory would take a few minutes to come back so she instead worked on trying to judge the state her body was in. By the feel of thing she had been recently washed up, and her chest was in better shape then the bandages suggested. Her arm was in slightly worse shape then her chest, but her wings were the worst off. They had large tears in them that had been stitched up to the best of a healer's ability and were numb, meaning the healer gave her something for the pain. Her scaled arm had a simple badaging meaning it wasn't wounded that bad so she didn't have to worry much about what happen. Her memory desided to take that moment to come back to her: she nearly cried out but the sound of fighting came to her. Something was wrong, Orgrey's troops shouldn't of been able to push back this far so soon unless she had been out longer then she thought she had been. Pulling her self to her feet she stumbled towards the window, and to the scene she had known was coming.

Chaos ruled as traitors tried to slaughter loyal soldiers. It couldn't of gotten this bad: unless all the lords had turned on her parents. She heared shouts from her door. Turning around the wood suddenly splintered and a guard fell in sliced open from neck to waist. Several soldiers busted in after the corpse, all who looked at her with uncertainty. It was obvious they had expected to find her asleep. She snarled at them, "I wont go down that easy!" They charged her.