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
Blood of the Girl-Devil
The Devil was dead! Vox clenched her fangs as she heard the screams of the Devil's blood, in the next instant shying away from the sheer triumph she heard from Seraph's blood. Such a feeling! Revelling in the death of one's hated foe, Vox hadn't expected Seraph ever capable to feeling such an emotion. This had the aura of someone else altogether about it, but it was still undoubtedly Seraph…Vox shook her head. Behind the triumph she had heard the coming of death. Seraph had done what she had promised, so long ago, but she was dying. And she knew it. Vox turned her face towards Darling and shook her head slightly.
"Manah is dead. But Seraph is gravely wounded."
Darling looked stricken. He and Seraph had been friends, both Dragons who preferred the company of humans. But he kept his wits about him. He knew that if Seraph's Holy Blood had taken the fore, then they had best prepare to fight, even if Seraph was already dying.
Vox shook her head again. She knew what he was thinking.
"No…She still smells of Holy Dragon, she always will, but she hasn't become one."
Darling ceased hovering and raced forwards, Vox close behind him.