Holy Blood: Act Two Red Sun, Pale Fire

by SealSong

The second act in the 'Holy Blood' story. The SealKeeper rises, a Red Sun borne on wings of Pale Fire. Rated 'M' For major deaths of canons. Yay! Some chapters are rather short, for which, I apologise.

4. Eclipse of Senses

Holy Blood: Act Two – Red Sun, Pale Fire

Drakengard

This includes characters and races that are not mine. The © details are as follows:

Vox Vocis Cruora and the Elements Dragons are © to Voice-of-Blood AKA Unmercyful Death

Darling is © to FloodBait of Deviantart

Seraph is © to me

Drakengard, any canon characters, and the scenario minus any original characters/races are © Square Enix

Eclipse of Senses

"There can be no redemption for one such as you! Never again will you see nought but the blood on your hands! Blood of heroes, blood of innocents, and my own blood! Drown! Wither! DIIIIIIIIIIE!"

My eyes burn, a pressure building in my mind, a well of emotions near to breaking the dam of my very sanity, these words, this prayer, it rips my throat raw with the force of my hatred. I can no longer tell if I am speaking to myself or to the shade of the Red Dragon, or even to the Devil. I have to keep screaming this promise to the sky, the words tasting like burning blood in my mouth. I have to remember this, even if I forget all other things, all other faces, voices, everything. Above all else, I must remember this.
And only this.

Not the Holy Dragons, not the Gods, not even my own damned Memory.
A nagging feeling…Something, no, someone I have forgotten, misplaced. My mind cannot rest long enough to determine what, no, who, I am forgetting, ignoring? What was I thinking about…? Surely it was important…But again my rage waxes full, my Blood thudding angrily in my veins. I was mistaken; it was but a fantasy, a daydream. No, nothing else matters.
Only this.

Somewhere, I dimly recall a smile, and I see promises of revenge and violence in that smile and with it comes an image of a world aflame. Is this…me…or some other?
What does it matter? All will come full circle in the end. All will rest as ash in the arms of the wind.

I snap out my wings and again tear into the sky, as if I alone can rip it to shreds, if only to spite the Devil, take away her prize.
Near, so very, very near…

That smile again, and the echoing roar of a Dragon Goddess.