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
Wind-Scream
The wind screeches past my ears. I rejoice in the sound. It reminds me of when I was a fledgling Dragon, learning to hunt. The newfound feelings of power and speed, nothing can match them. Even now, I revel in my own majesty. I do not even mind so much when the Dragon Child evades my snapping jaws and my ripping talons. He tries to strike at me with his sword, but the haze of heat that exudes from my body wards him away, skin peeling from his arms. I laugh at him. He might as well try and strike the Sun! The Seal-brands branded upon me burn. The Seals want me to kill them.
My revenge will be complete.
I am no liar.
He turns again, teeth gritted against the pain, and charges me again. I can see it in his eyes, the wilful blindness. He still thinks the Devil loves him, loves this world.
What a pity I must disillusion him. It must be nice to be so lost in a happy lie.
I bat his charge aside with a wing. I can feel a bone snap. I think it is one of his arms. Such frail things! Even a New Breed is still part human. He cries in pain, and I smell the rank stench of fear. And he should be afraid! I am no Legna, bound to him by some manipulative bond. I am the SealKeeper, Goddess of Balance! Upon mine wings are the peace of the world and the unity of the sky held! I will suffer no Seal-Breaker or Devil to live. I rear my head back, my throat burns with the need to render everything as ash, and when I open my jaws again, a torrent of flames streaks forth. It is all he can do to cover his face with his arms.