So the chapter's name is misleading.. but it's not about their sorrow...

its about THE Sorrow.

You'll figure it out.

Enjoy.

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Chapter 19: Sorrow

There were many different courts and sectors in the Abyss of Hell, but there was one current level which a certain vampire lord was headed.

In the fourth darkness of the nine circles, among the highest of the demon hierarchy that resided there; was a demoness. Not just any; she was The Sorrow. The three most agonizing and desparate spirits combined into one host- The Sorrow.

Having been born after the creation of the world from the remaining mortal emotion; she possessed no sense of joy. Her world was governed only by her own actions, not even the Devil himself often confronted her.

She was also one of the Count's oldest friends- if you could call them that.

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Spidery black tapestries hung in long folds and tassels around a dark hallway; filled with wailing, laughing and sobbing creatures of the deep.

Their chaos was observed by a pale skinned person, their flesh almost translucent, showing through an impenetrable blackness beneath. They sat behind a blackened hanging on a raised dais, a high backed throne their seat. The dark woman on the chair glared out behind long coils of black hair, intricately done up with bones and twined silver. Her eyes never remained the same, their penetrating blackness becoming purple in a slow shift, then turning a brilliant sapphire in the next instant.

The noise continued to grow, becoming more fierce, the squabbles among the many limbed and puss oozing creatures more violent.

Her gaze narrowed, and dark lips lifted off of strangely shaped teeth. Long teeth jutted from her jaw, pointed on the bottoms, serrated as if meant for tearing flesh.

Her fingers tightened on the smoky, tangled fabric of her dress until her long claws met through the cloth.

A single, shattering motion stilled the enitre court as she flung her hand out, snarling in a guttural voice. "Enough."

They disappeared, disappearing in black shreds of nothingness into the ceiling of the hallway, leaving the hallway filled with spilled food and torn things.

Her relieved sigh was not lost upon ears as she let herself slump in her throne. Controlling chaos in the Void was exhausting.

"The world needs another Dark Age," she muttered, running a hand over her pale skin. There was not enough despair coming down from the mortal realms to sustain her properly.

Things had been so much better in the time before electricity. Or whatever else happened to bring the world into a better age.

"Damn scientists." She curled her fist upward, opening her fingers; a darkly gilded crystalline goblet appeared in her palm. She hurled it from her, listening with satisfaction the shattering sound of it colliding against the wall.

Her head tilted back and she let her mouth fall open. A dark cloud billowed from her throat and her body convulsed as it dissipated. Finally, she slumped down again.

She glared venemously at the black skinned female stepping off the dais. "You could have notified me," she snapped at her sister spirit.

There were three spirits that resided with her, she currently was emodying Passion. The spirit before her was Violence.

"You would have twitched anyway, Sister. Always the weakling," Violence retorted, a smirk twisting her thick lips. An ebony bow and quiver appeared in her arms and she turned away.

"Where are you going?" Passion snarled at her sister. Violence waved a hand nonchalantly. "Another battle. You know the drill. Seriously, Passion, you need to get out more. Sitting down here sulking does you no good."

Violence took one last mocking bow to her throned sister, then vanished in the same black spirals the other demons had.

Another choking sensation passed through the seated woman, and she placed a taloned hand against her throat. "You too?"

Her voice was softer this time as another female stood from a crouch, her dark robes swirling around her angular frame. Her name was Spite, and she completed the Sorrow trilogy.

"I have business to attend to, sister," she whispered softly, letting her fingers brush against Passion's bared shoulder.

"Take care," she warned the Sorrow, as she too, dissappeared in the blackness.

Alone once more, Passion let her straight backed facade vanish and slumped. It was tiring to let go of her siblings, especially without leaving with them. She hadn't visited the surface of the Abyss in near six centuries- a dangerous feat in its own.

Each Sorrow needed to reach the mortal world at least once in three hundred years. The mortal affairs did not interest her thought, and she remained distant from their world.

Suddenly, a dim rumbling echoed through the Abyss, and she felt the gates to her realm opening, as if a great chasm was splitting apart her chest.

Gritting her teeth, she conjured a black reflecting surface before her eyes. "Show me the Gate!"

Climbing through the black mists of the Void was the one vampire who she had never forgotten.

His name was Dracula.

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Dracula continued on through Hell, dragging a screeching Terra behind him; who had ranted curses and claws on him from the second he'd picked her up from the floor in Eleric's house.

"Son of a pus fillled rodent with wings- fleas nest in your private parts you foul bastard-" He cut her off as he hoisted her higher on his shoulder with a growl.

No matter how much he loved this woman, she was a real mean bitch when she wanted to be.

He walked towards the black doors that signified the entrance to The Sorrow's lair.

"And just where are you taking me bastard?" She quipped from a place near his belt, hanging over his back with his arm beneath her bottom.

He shifted his grip slightly, and felt with satisfaction her uneasy motion away from his arm. "To an old friend of mine. She ought to be able to knock some sense into you."

"What- why you-" She growled again as he let her bounce against his shoulder, knocking the wind from her.

Finally, they reached the entrance, and he traced a small, but well known emblem on the door's panel. It was in the shape of a distorted teardrop surrounded by a pentacle; the enscription of the Sorrow sisters.

The doors swung inwards with a silent resounding vibration running through their bones simultaneously.

For the first time in their entire journey, Terra was quiet, hanging silently off his back. He knew she was afraid.

"So you've returned again." Came a low voice from the other end of the dark hall before them. "Broken another toy have you?" The voice was female, and definetely unhappy.

"I did not know you were in such a foul mood today, Violence." He hoped he'd gotten the Sorrow's name right. He always forgot which sister was which. Dracula let Terra slide from his grip, though she made no move to run. The mere presence of such emotion and power had frozen her on the spot.

"It's Passion, foolish one. You'd think after coming to me for aid at least five times would have given you some ammount of memory," she grumbled, sliding off her throne towards them.

Terra squinted through the impenetrable blackness at the approaching figure. She shrank back from the tall female, wearing a strapless dress that fit like her second skin. Passion was well named, emotion lined her every curve, and the black skirt that poured off her hips turned into swirling black fog toward the ground, giving the impression that she had no feet. Her pale skin seemed to be dark as well, like the white was merely a thin sheet covering blackness.

"Is this another prize? What did you-" Passion's voice faded as she focused on Terra. She came closer then, ignoring the Count as she came within breathing distance of the other female.

"You've ... I can't believe this. No matter how many times you've lived and died, you never seem to learn. Are you that incompetent!" She roared at Dracula.

"You've killed her bond mate, and now she's dying. The bond would have been so much easier to dissipate if you'd just left the master alive. Now I have to summon the release from the dead."

"What are you going on about?" Terra snapped, the two others attention riveted on each other; she felt completely left out from the topic. The blind fool in the party of heroes.

"Terra," Dracula spoke softly, but firmly as he faced her, sapphire eyes glimmering in the shadow. Passion's eyes were brilliant violet, and narrowed to slits as she watched them both.

"I'm going to move your bond from Eleric. I'm going to movie it to me."

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So Passion is one of the sorrow sisters, and she has the power to change and transplant vampire master/slave bonds.

But because Dracula killed Eleric, the bond can only be transferred.

So in other words; Terra is now Dracula's bride.

Circles within circles guys!

Hope you liked it!

Hadasah