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
Darkness Eternal
The She-Devil! Puppet and Master! Betrayer! Seal Breaker!
For all of her guiles, tricks and power, she bled easily enough under my talons. I lifted my feet off of her and stepped back, lowering my head so I could focus my sight upon her more closely. The wounds the Dragon Child had dealt me bled still, and the seal-stakes driven through my neck grated against the ground, blood dripping from their shining points. Not much time left, those drips told me, each drop holding a lifetime of memories. I felt a breath against the other side of my face; the essence of the Red Dragon and her prince, come to me to deliver their final revenge.
Very well, I would be their weapon in this, their medium for final rest.
I opened my eyes wider, words and feelings pouring into my heart, none of them my own, but all of them familiar. I drop my jaws open, and the Devil looks at me, ashen faced, her body broken.
"Know this before you pass the gates of oblivion, Devil. Hold this knowledge to you as you stare into the dark, hold it and know I delivered you there on behalf of those who thought to give you a chance at absolution.
"Personally, I would have burned you where you stood, child or no. The fingerprints on your heart were so black and so deep you were ruined. Your life is as nothing when compared to the sum of lives you ruined, but it will go a fair way to repairing that damage. Now, die!"
With blood rising in my throat, I realise that in lowering my neck I have stabbed the Dragon child's sword deeper into my own neck. Foolish of me…to kill myself over an errant sentiment, wanting to talk to the Devil, but Angelus and Caim had to be heard! And I was the only one to know their words!
I lift my neck, all of my muscles burning in protest, and angle it so one of the pointed ends of a seal-stake is aimed at the Devil. She sees the danger, tries to squirm away, so I bring my neck swiftly down, smashing her ribcage, piercing her black heart, severing her spine. I do not need to see to know she is dead; it seems as though I can hear the Gods screaming in impotent rage. I sneer at their howls. I will soon be far beyond their wrath. I rear my head back as far as I can, and scream my aria of victory into the sky, into the faces of the Gods themselves. The Red Dragon joins her voice to mine, and though none who live can hear her, I feel a great sense of finality.