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

Sky Forger's Curse

Vox gasped, her eyes shut in pain. Luckily, she was on the ground, else she would have fallen a good while, if not all the way to the ground. Darling was instantly alert, also wincing. He, too, had felt that surge of raw emotion. He did not need the unique power of the Blood Dragon to tell him what had happened; it was as clear as glass. His eyes downcast, he nonetheless looked to the Elements Dragon. He feared that if he spoke it aloud, that it would become irreversible, a concrete truth. But one look at Vox's face, and he knew it surely as if it were carved in stone.
"Oh, no…How could we…How did this happen?"

He thumped his tail on the ground in pure frustration. Damn it! They promised that Seraph's Seal would remain unbroken! How had that girl managed to break all the Seals again?! What did they do wrong?! Old alliances be damned! He should have just killed Manah where she stood long ago!
Vox opened her eyes, her whole body speaking of her grief and anger.
"We were too kind. Mercy has no place when it comes to dealing with the Gods. We did not learn that lesson well enough…and now…we have lost Seraph to that damned tool!"
The Blood Dragon's eyes flashed dangerously, and she rattled her griff, a sound deafening and perfectly expressing her anger. Even so, Darling saw her anguish, indeed, he shared it. They could not allow Seraph to burn the world. Though she was not as powerful as Angelus, her blind, burning fury would make her just as dangerous. Vox and Darling could not hope that Seraph would find Manah, kill her, and then that the Sealed Dragon's rage would subside. They could not place the world's safety, in good faith, with memories of what Seraph used to be. They had to assume the worst.
Vox seemed to read the trend of Darling's thoughts, and she sat back, reining her anger in, though her tail still lashed.
"Seraph's Blood burns now. It burns so hot; that I doubt just killing Manah would soothe her rage. We are going to have to…"
Darling hunched his wings and turned his head away.

"Just like Angelus…"
Vox sighed, and stood, raising her wings, their vast span turning the ground red.
"Just like Angelus…Dragons are not meant for Goddesses."