Title: Fated Turns
Fandom: Infinite Undiscovery
Pairing: Sigmund/Capell
Summary: What if the origin of Capell's birth was different? What if he and Sigmund had known each other sooner? What if they were close and cared deeply for one another? How were they separated? Sigmund/Capell YAOI!
Disclaimer: I do not own Infinite Undiscovery, Tri-ace does. However, I do own Dariea, Rosalia, the guards Bruno and Tom, Hades, Diablos, and their sister Abyss.
Warnings: Slightly AU so there will be OCs and additional locations and weapons to those in the game.
Author's Notes:
Italics represent Hades' thought-speech
~'-Diablos' Thought-speech'~
/ 'Abyss' Thought-speech' /
"How do we know that we can trust you?" Sigmund calmly questioned.
~ 'You don't, but who knows who you can trust in a place like this, eh?' ~
"I trust Capell. That's enough for me." He said, as he took grasp of the other's hand. Diablos gave the boy a pensive stare as he stated this.
~ 'Oh, trust him, do you? That might be because he is the only real companion that Dariea has truly allowed you here' ~
Diablos tilted his head toward the door. It seemed that he was listening to a far out sound in the distance, something that went unheard by their ears. He winced at the small tingle that ran along his connection with the professor.
~ 'I have to get going. I'm sorry that our conversation has been cut short for I have something I must check up on something that has recently come up.' ~
He teleported away through the dark corner and returned to Dariea's room. His jade colored eyes fell upon the young woman that writhed on the bed in agony and his older brother who watched her in silence.
~ 'Dariea!' ~ He felt spooked by the sight ofher dull amber eyes when turn to face him.
Her body tensed at the sharp pains that lanced through her body; her sharp nails tore through the comforter below as she gripped them tight. Blood dribbled down her chin from her teeth when they bit into her lips, struggling to contain the screams that tried to escape. It was like red hot knives dancing, ripping, and tearing her from inside out. She seemed to begin to relax until another wave passed through her, causing her back to arch off the bed. She collapsed as the pain diminished, her breath ragged. Her breathing hitched as she strained to rise and stand from the bed.
She leaned against the bedpost, waiting till she was sure that was stable enough to walk. Hades came into his brother's line of vision, quickly went to Dariea's side.
'It's time, isn't it?' His sorrow rang though their connection as he sat by her side.
She let out a raspy sigh, gently placing her fingertips above her chest. The lightning glyph upon her hand began to glow a bright violet. She sent a small jolt through herself, just enough to re-energize her.
"I guess… it… is." She said her teeth clenched tight. She walked towards the door, her steps wobbly. Both the shadow beasts followed the young woman. Diablos helped her open the door with a push of his paw.
~ 'I really wish that you wouldn't inject that vile poison into your blood. Who knows what it will do to your body in the long run.' ~
She placed her hand upon the opened door and looked out into the hall, checking for guards. She took an unsteady step into the corridor after she found that it was empty. She turned to Diablos, tucking a stray stand of her dark hair behind her ear.
"I know that you don't approve of the injections but you know that they are necessary that I take them in order to maintain this form, for my survival away from our home. If others were to see what I am, they would kill me. So, you see there is no other way."
'You mean besides destroying whom it is that has made you and your people into the Accursed Ones. If only we could find a way to destroy him, V-'
"Don't you dare use the name of that damn vile creature around me!" Dariearoared, her mood had becoming absolutely livid. Her eyes sparked with golden fire for a few minutes, then softened as she looked away, ashamed. "I'm sorry, Hades. Forgive me. You know how-"
'No need to apologize, my friend.' Hades merely shook his head as if that brushed off the event of her anger from his mind.
She exited her room and continued on her way down the hall, her walk slightly unstable causing her to lean onto the wall for support. She winced, her eyes closed tightly, as pain shot through her arm. With the use of her free hand, she grip her other arm. She bit down on her lower lip to hold in the screams, blood flowing freely down from her lips. Diablos and Hades merged into her shadow as the scent of one of the guards had reached their noses. At the sound of the guard's footsteps, Dariea looked up.
"Well, well. What do we have here? The frigid bitch herself, Professor Bloodworth," Drawled the voice of Mitchell, a guard that she hoped not to bump into, especially now in her moment of weakness. He swaggered over to her. She pressed her back to the wall, her eyes watching him warily as he approached. Two growls echoed from inside her mind.
"Quiet! I'll deal with him myself." She whispered under her breath to the shadow beasts.
He slammed the palms of his hands upon the wall, trapping her within his arms.
"Now, where could you be headed this early?" He leaned his face closer to her, looked up and down her figure, with his dark green eyes, before he leaned in close to kiss her roughly. Dariea bit upon his bottom lip hard enough for it to bleed. He pulled back at the sharp pain. She shoved him with the little strength she had.
"That's none of your business, Mitchell." She hissed at him venomously disgust evident in her voice. "Now, would you mind moving out my way or do I have to roast you alive to prove my point?" She raised her hand to show the electricity that she sent through it, in warning.
"You fucking bitch," he said with a cocky smile on his red stained lips, "Trying to get kinky, are we?"
"Ha, in your dreams, imbecile." She gave a smirk in return upon her equally stained lips, removing her lab coat and tossed it aside, prepared for a fight.
"Then how about I mess with that sweet thing of assistant of yours, Rosalia's her name I believe. Or play a game with little Lord Sigmund or perhaps your precious experiment, Capell?"
Her eyes becoming bright gold was the last thing he could remember before he was pinned the wall by a strong grip and her sharpened fingernails that lay at his throat. He looked down into her furious gold. A low feral growl escaped from her mouth.
"You dare lay one single hand on any of them, and I swear, so help me I'll tear you to shreds, slowly, piece by piece. Starting with your family jewels, ah? "
He gulped when he realized that she truly had his life under her fingers. He observed her as dark intricate markings began to grow on her cocoa skin from the small strange marble-like orbs located above her right breast, just below her collarbone. He watched as they traveled along her throat up to spread upon both sides of her face.
"W-what the h-hell are you?" he stuttered, trying to play tough, though betrayed by his fearful gaze.
She pulled back her leg and kneed him in the balls. She tossed him to the ground, making him fall on the cold floor so hard on his side that a pain-filled gasp escaped his lips. He curled up into a fetal position, trying his best to hold his injured areas.
"You don't need to know." She answered icily, before collecting her lab coat and then stalked off down the hall, around the corner. She walked as briskly as she could to her destination. As she entered her private lab room, she slumped down against the wall, rested upon the floor while the adrenaline in her body winded down. She closed her eyes as the weariness swept through her. Her markings already gone down her arms, still moving to the remaining parts her body. She opened her eyes halfway at the feel of a muzzle at her patterned cheek.
"Come on, Dariea. You must get up." Hades prompted with nuzzles into her face.
"I don't think that I can, Hades."
She felt a gentle hand brush the hair out of her face just before hearing the whisper of "I'm here, child," from a familiar voice. She turned to look up into the kind eyes of Athene.
"Lady Athene…what are you…doing here?" she rasped.
"Hush now, young one. Here," she instructed after laying Dariea's head upon her thigh, "Drink."
The cold touch of a glass pressed against her lips and Athene softly rubbed her throat as she drank the dark blue liquid. She settled her head upon Athene's lap, letting the effects of the potion wash over her.
"Do you feel better now, child?" Her soothing voice helped her relax as the pain slowed down to a dull throbbing.
Dariea slowly pushed herself up and with slight difficulty, she rose to her feet. She picked up a beaker from a nearby table. She shuffled over to the various glass tanks filled with sand on the other side of the room. She lifted off the lid, her eyes focused, as she gazed into the grains. At the first sign of movement, she plunged her hand into the sand.
When she brought up her arm, a grotesque snake-eel hybrid-like creature lay in her tight grasp. Its coloring was a sickly red with bright yellow-orange stripes down its sides. Its skin was riddled with bumps, ridges, and scars. It sharply turned its four brightly glowing orange eyes to her. She pressed her fingers upon its head causing the animal to open its jaws. A blood red substance slid down the shining pearly whites into the beaker as she forced its fangs over the rim of the container to milk its venom.
As she placed the beaker safely upon the nearest flat surface, the creature slipped out of her grasp to rear its head to bite the hand that held it. She tore it away from her wrist with her free hand. Her glyph began to glow bright as purple lighting violently lanced through her forearm into the hideous animal. She let her power fade away when she was satisfied at how crisped the corpse's skin had become.
She opened her mouth and sunk her teeth into its flesh; her sharp canines tore through the rough exterior of the dead creature. She wrenched out a chunk of the flesh, carefully chewing the cooked meat, a thoughtful look passed across her face before swallowing all of in one gulp.
"Fried Oradian Desert Eel. Hmm. Not bad but needs cranberry sauce." She said before tossing the fried eel to Hades, who caught it within his jaws and ate it.
She replaced the lid of the container and instructed Athene to hand her one of the vials that contained a dark purple see-through liquid from the shelves and a syringe in the drawers on the other side of the room. She poured the strange liquid into the glass that held the venom and mixed it with an elongated finger. She filled the needle with the blended poison. She flicked the syringe before checking to see if it worked properly with a light squeeze.
She placed the needle down to remove a small red leather belt out of a nearby drawer. She buckled it and used her teeth to pull the belt tight as she could when she picked up the syringe with her free hand. She injected the contents into the first vein that she could find. The needle was ripped out of her arm and left to fall to the laboratory floor. When the first wave of searing agony pasted through her veins, Dariea's knees had given out. She raised her arm to her mouth, and then bit down hard into it that the metallic salty taste of blood had splashed upon the palate of her tongue.
The dark lines that had begun to grow across her skin had started to receded. Her eyes that had become cat-stilted and the small amount of the light in the dim room seemed to reflect across her bright glowing golden eyes. Her eyelids flicked as her iris color lowered back down to the usually seen amber. Her fingernails shortened and dulled till they were the normal size for a human. When the transformation had finished, she struggled to lift her own weight off the floor from whence she had rolled across as the pain tore at her body. She coughed the blood that remained in her mouth upon the blue marble of her private lab and her already stained lab coat.
Her fingers crawled to find the closest surface that she could used to support her weight but had stumbled upon black fur. Her amber eyes met Hades' violet. He padded closer so that Dariea could wrap her arms around his neck. She rested her head upon the dark fur and let the familiar scent of the desert and its blossoms embrace her.
She felt the familiar touch of Athene's gentle fingers on top of her head something that she used to do when Dariea was younger.
"Mi'lady?" She asked, her voice slightly muffled into the shadow beast's fur.
"Yes, my child."
"You see that thing wrapped up on the desk over there?" She pointed at a desk to the left, where something quite slim, long, and bulky bundled up in cloth, tied closed by rope. Athene went to pick the requested item. She gazed at it, a curious look upon her face. Her hands explored the expanse of the cloth, feeling the weight of the object under it.
"What is this?" She gave it to Dariea, who seemed to have regained some strength.
"It's the way of the future." Dariea rose slowly back to her feet. She cut the ropes and ripped away the cloth to reveal what was concealed inside. It was a rifle of some sort with red inscriptions of vines of roses that spiraled down its elongated barrel and a crimson bayonet latched under it. "I found some of Father's weapon schematics on something he called the Chassepot rifle from which I created my own, the Bloody Blossom, which you see before you."