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Chapter 2: a new start

Japan, few days eariler

"No, Baskerville, out of the question, it's a bad idea. i refuse."

a cold night in the city of Tokyo, and three British travellers were staying in a modest hotel room.

They had been staying there for nearly a year now. It had been Baskerville, the youngest of the three ideas to come here mainly for the ancient legends and folklore as well as its food and atmosphere.

The other two were Spike and Drusilla, a Vampire couple that were both infamously part of the group called The Whirlwinds equally notorious for a scourge across Europe.

in that moment, Dru was away with the Pixies in a childlike state in a corner going on about cleasning and Naughty angels slaying good little demons while Baskerville and Spike were in the midst of an aurgment about the latest Slayer, a Japanese Yakuza of all things hiding out in her groups head quarters.

"But see? look where she is. She's been weakened. We can use this stupid test of theirs to our advantage."

"there is no purpose, no point in this fight, you know how i like to fight them at their best, or theres no actual thrill. Otherwise,"

"Spike, do I have to remind you what one of them did to my mum? Do you think this has anything to do with honour? with sport?"

It turned out from word of mouth that the slayers handlers an group called the watchers had recently poisoned her in preparation for her curumetuim, a test that connurs on her 18th birthday with high chances it can lead in her death.

When the slayer had found out about this test, she beheaded her watcher in blind rage. Despite being poisoned, it did not stop her from using a katana on him.

Seeing a potential attack in retaliation from both watchers and potential rivals, feeling weak, the slayer took refuge in the one place she could rely on for support. Her Yakuza headquarters.

as of now, she awaits her supernatural powers to return, having a literal army in the meantime to defend her life to the finish if nessacary,

How Baskerville would love to wipe out the watchers himself. There are just so many reasons why his abusive dad was one of them and watched the same slayer who killed his mum. unfortunately, it was due to the lack of information and resources that Baskerville would have to leave any plan or idea to attack the watchers off the table...for now.

Not that he was not skilled, his years of Spikes tutolege and his own self-taught magic techniques had aided him greatly on his Decade old trek. Going as far of making a habit to visit local magic shops in each country, visiting as well their demon communities to learn new information and skills that could aid him in his goals.

Slayers, those self entitled bitches! Baskerville thought to his experience they were jokes at best or murderous idiots at worst, just like that one who died with a kitchen knife in her eye!

"Yes, i know, but that one is dead. You avenged her Baskie! I know because i was there!" Spike exclaimed, "You can't just continue this vendetta with every slayer you see. Is this what your mum would have wanted?"

"No!" Baskerville agreed, looking awkward, "but i can't let the dead live my life now, can I?"

"if that's the case, then what am i?"

"Undead Spike, that doesn't count, you're not dead dead because you're still here... still here with me, still around for to help me..."Okay, im sorry, I'm just concerned for you. That's all

"Then why were you encouraging this? From moscow to greece, even now here in japan, i have always kept an eye out for any suspicious girls that 1. have a massive superiority complex like they are untouchable. 2. have their own head up their arse 3 out of 4 times of the day and last but not least 3. are never seen without their Mr Bean. and all those times, you never called me off or called a time out once!"

"I know, i know, but over 200 yakuza? Between us and the slayer? Listen, i do love a good scrap and volience before bed, but not even i would be stupid to do a battle like that.

"What? are you scared or something?" Baskerville exclaimed, not believing the words from the mouth of his brotherly figure.

"Is the Big Bad or the slayer of slayers going soft? Look, i know you dont have the extraordinary powers described in bram stokers Book, but if you are going to puss out just because our mortal enemy is not up to her best, despite the advantages in her court well sorry it sucks to be her! I am going to kill that bitch with or without you!"

Enough!" Spike roared as he face morphed into that of his demons, He was at his wits end seemly feeling hopeless to talk him out of this potentially dangerous endeavour. This was his last option,

"You listen to me! Just because we are not up to your standards doesn't give you the right to look down on all of them, even the Slayer. YOU ARE NOT GOING AND THATS FINAL, IF YOU GO DOWN TO THAT TOWER YOU WILL DIE END OF STORY, You may have power but theres no guarantee you will come out on top. Is this what you want? Baskerville turned on his heels and walked towards his room. Having enough of this conversation, he could still feel his vampire brothers gaze over him as he leftstood outside.

"What? I want to be a vampire. One so strong that no one is ever able to stop me, something to make me feel that i am part of the Whirlwinds, like an actual family ahould be! but instead, " he snarled."I am still odd one out, still protected as if i was made of glass, still mortal just because you are scared that i could overshadow you! OR I LOSE MYSELF THE SAME WAY YOUR MUM DID!"

"Baskerville, that's not true"

"And as for the Slayer... there is only one true one of those, and that's me! Gender be damned its a unisex sport!"

finally finished in the argument, Baskerville slammed the door behind him, No intention to come back out for the rest of the night.

Spike could hear sniffles behind the door, it didnt take a genius to know Baskerville was in tears.

"Spike, what's wrong? I heard shouting."

"Its nothing Dru just some familiar disagreements, that's all , Spike downplayed the drama"

Spike, although he did allow him to hunt slayers, also did it as a way to help baskie in overcoming his issues sustained in childhood.

When still human Spike had the same strong female presence in his life just like Baskerville, mainly their mothers, respectively, so he does understand firsthand the pain of losing a loved one.

Spike and Dru were the only family Baskerville had left and nothing will ever change that.

Little that he knew, however, was that this would be the last time that the hundred plus year old vampires would ever see their human charge again...alive

Day break

Despite what was said last night, Baskerville's still hell bent on fighting the current slayer. Rising at the crack of dawn, Spike should be sound asleep with Drusilla in bed. As long he's quiet, he should be able to sneak out before they notice he was gone.

Also, regardless of what was being said, Baskerville was grateful for what he had. In the ten years Baskerville spent with two of the Whirlwinds, they all found an unusual yet surprising healthy dynamic between each other.

Baskerville liked this aspect. Seeing the world one nighttime at a time, living a life always on the move, Cared for by two beings that should be normally viewed as monsters due to living without a soul.

yes, it was a privilege not many people got to do.

Baskerville however was not so naive to the way of the world or the nature of his travelling companions as many times they would go out on a blood binge on the living or happy meals on legs Spike reffers them as, going as far at bringing baskerville along to help draw out more troublesome victims by putting them at ease.

He accepted their natures and accepted fact that they do kill, As long it is to survive, Baskerville would not judge them, as long as they treated him alright. Baskerville can believe that theres still hope, which they did did much better than his own Watcher father.

Planning to leave this morning, Baskerville made sure that he had supplies for the road ahead, putting them all in a duffelbag as well as several weapons, he wasnt really fussy about them as long they were practical

Nearly finished, he left a letter on the table in the event that he could die as Spike predicted

"Im sorry, Brother. I didn't mean to..."

"Baskie?" he suddenly stopped to the site of a sleepy looking Drusilla standing before him. Dressed in a pure white nightgown looking like she was one of the most purest women in the world. Baskerville had always felt sorry for her and the way she was.

Past the childlike demeanour and incoherent babbling was a tragic victim of abuse. After what Spike told him about what that horrible Angelus did to her prior, It brought his blood to a smouldering boil. A lack of a soul can only excuse so much, but that? what the hell? To this day, Baskerville wondered what would Dru be like if angelus didn't force himself upon her just to complete his 'Masterpiece'. would she be like Spike? One with a shred of humanity left that can form relations? or make sense of the visions? He would never know.

"Dru? You still up?"

Baskie, where have you gone? too bright, daylight.

Im here, Dru. I haven t gone yet.

Of course you are, but soon, My Baskie, soon its off to where the pentagram shines in a sky of red, to three little devils and their doggie dressed black, They all await at the horns of I.M.P, Kids die for freeee!

"What?" Baskerville Paled noted the sing song at the end, He then felt her hands grasp his shoulders. An unusually large grin was upon the vampires face, It was quite unsettling. Even when she had other visions, it never unnerved him as much as this one did

Hark my baskie,hark and march onwards towards big bird, for todays the day you go to hell!

Goetia mansion

Baskerville rose from the soft surface he was lying on in a sweat. a dream of a memory, He could only imagine the look of Spikes face right about now, as well as Drusilla, come to think of it, what was her vision again? something about going to hell?

As Baskerville wondered about his predictament, he began taking the time to observe his surroundings. Where was he right now? He wasn't in any kind of hospital bed despite receiving near fatal wounds, nor was he back at the room with Spike and Dru safe and sound, and the idea that everything been a dream had been ruled out. Also , wait, who patched him up?

Everything looked like some form of room with tables covered in indecipherable books and scriptures, as well as alchemical ingredients indicating a library or a lab.

Thinking back, he remembered fighting a horde of bloodthirsty demonic Angels dressed in black with LED masks on their faces. stopping them from hurting an owl like a demoness a few years younger than him, pretty sure that she was a goth, only to get a glowing blade stuck in his side during the struggle from her attackers. Where was she, and where did she go?

Taking a hand, he took it towards part of his stomach where he was stabbed. there should be some sign or idication that was inflicted. in hindsight, He could have chosen not to help that girl, but despite Baskervilles's past, he did it because it seemed to be the right thing to do race be damned.

True, they may look different, and their culture may be just as much, but if they suffer the same way that a human being would suffer. Then it would be stupid to make them your enemy when everyone could easily find kinship in shared suffering.

a sentiment Baskerville believes is what the slayer does not share.

they were nothing more than a glorified female vampire hunter, one given power by a cosmic enity in a lottery, one that without their powers would be render them useless as most would rely on them acting as their crutch. One day, Baskerville thought as god as my witness, i will end the succession of those slayers once and for all.

finally felt some scarring on what seemed to be his skin? tilted his head downwards, he found his body greatly changed, even before this he was well built since he always trained himself to hone both body and mind but now his skin felt hard as steel and the hand he was using? a claw decarding his shirt, he found himself leaner but still covered in thick muscle, and his skin turned to a paleish blue? moonlight blue? ivory? He could not decide nor discribe.as he examines his mouth to check his new fangs, a large tongue touched his hand his own.

a fullbody mirror stood in front of a shelf to his left, getting up rising from the bed he approached it. He thought he could have a better look at himself to verify the full extent of the change, but there was only one problem.

there was nothing there.

at first, He thought it was a portal of some kind but as Baskerville pressed his hand against it nothing happened, the mirror clearly reflected eventhing in the room every book and bit of furniture in the room everything in place except for him.

I am..i am really? after all this time, how? who could have done this to...

Hello?

gahh!

Baskerville jumped at the sound, back in fright to the sudden appearance of his host. How long has he been standing there? had he watched him as he slept? or had he just come in? and...Why on earth was he wearing a silky red bathrobe with Crocks?

"Oh dear terribly, sorry!"The owl man apologised."I thought you were going to be out for a bit longer, so i stepped out to get some herbal tea."

Looking a bit closer, the host looked quite the peculiar one. For starters, he resembled a tall lanky owl with two sets of eyes with the second in his hairline. Dark Blue feathers adorned his body, looking almost the same colour as his own skin. He's much taller than Baskerville himself, even with his recent spurt standing at an impressive 12 feet."

Big bird? Murmured Baskerville rembering Dru's words.

"What?"

"Sorry to ask, but Who exactly are you and could you please tell me where am I?"

"Oh, i guess introductions are in order, My name is Stolas Goetia, and I am Master of this household. Right now, you are in the Pride ring, home to the sinners, and also to hells royal family the Morningstars."

well, how very nice to meet you, Mr. stola...wait Morningstar? Sinners? Pride ring? What are you talking about? Isn't this one of those hell dimensions I heard about?

"Hell Dimension?" Stolas looked confused "If you are referring to one of those stray pieces of floating landmass that any demon is able to claim with the right amount of souls, then no, it's not one of those. What I meant to say was that you stand in Pride one of the seven rings of hell, the biblical one if it helps narrow it down?

Biblical? Baskerville thought Wow, Dru was right he really was in hell as outlandish as her speech could be at times. . it's a shame that Angelus tortured her to the point of insanity as her visions were spot on. If that never happened, then She could have made a more cohesive sense.

"okay, so when you said Morningstar, did you mean?"

Yes the literal Devil, the Fallen one himself, Lucifer Morningstar with his wife Lilth and their daughter Charollte or Charile she likes to be known as, they rule all of hell with each ring seen to by various Demon princes"

To say Baskerville's, shocked by what he is told, would be an understatement, The Devils down here? and he has a family? Lilith as in the actual first woman of god before Eve? Before becoming the original Succubus? hete too? and whos Charile? a girl with a boys name? that was unheard of.

"Young Baskerville, are you alright?" In all the excitement, he forgot that the big bird was still talking to him.

"Yes, yes, i am, one question. Do you know whats happened to me? i can't seem to find my reflection anywhere, and i wondered if you did anything to me while i was unconscious. Also, do you know if that girl that i saved is okay? she isn't here."

Suprising, he wanted to know about his daughters well-being? Stolas thought. Most humans, especially the highly fanatic who would not care for the well-being of other demons, often antagonisting them and other times killing them, even if they became demons themselves.

This was one of those few rare moments than a human or in his case ex human has none of those built in prudences and just converses with a demon as if its speaking to another human caring for its wellbeing.

Good thing I saved him. Stolas thought possibly young Baskerville had remembered his daughters own concern over him while so close to death. wait, what's that first thing?

"What? oh no no no nothing of that sort."

Stolas choked, "I assure you, although there are those sorts of demons down here i would never do that to another being, not even one who risked life and limb for my daughter but to answer your question, "Yes, Octavia is fine. thanks for saving her by the by. She's one of the few only good things i have in my life.

Baskerville noticed the smile adorned on the princes face.

Although they had just met, he could tell he was one of the good ones, polite, respectful, and a seemly dedicated dad, which made him a little sad, wishing his own father actually cared for him the same way the prince does for his daughter..

"Okay, that's enough standing around. Come along young Baskerville , time for a spot of breakfast. My servants have taken the liberty to prepare some new clothes when young people are ready to head towards the kitchen. i will leave a guiding light for you to follow."

After that, Stolas left the room so Baskerville could get changed. Any other questions he had would be answered later at the table

kitchen

At the table enjoying her breakfast, Octavia was in a world of her own. It had been a few days since she had brought Baskerville home, In the time between her guest was recovering, She had to sit through numerous shouting matches with her mum and dad but interestingly not about a certain Imp that slept with Dad.

No, it was about the 'plebeian' that their daughter brought home after the cleanse. Her mum was quite adamant in not letting it stay, complaining that it only lingered about the place, bringing down the property value, making it more pedestrian.

It was juvenile at best, surprising that her mum hadn't decided to shout at her next as she was the one who brought him home.

Her dad was only one rather reasonable about the whole thing, exclaiming that he wasn't freeloading by any means he was in a coma! how can you linger if you're not conscious of your own actions?

After ten minutes, the kichen door flung wide revealing Baskerville on the other side coming inside. having dressed in the clothes provided and was strangely to his size as if it was tailored made.

It was overall gothic in design, competly black and had a neck choker bearing stola's insigna. the rest of the outfit wrte as follows A long sleeved shirt made out of a sturdy material hugging his physique showing the muscles, a pair of Pants made out of the hide of a visous hellbeast and lastly boots that were positively made for crushing enemy skulls underfoot.it felt rather fitting like a new startOctavia, upon seeing her friend, rushed to his side, giving him a big hug, happy to see her saviour up and about fully recovered.

"wow, i have been a vampire five minutes, and already, the girls are swooning!"

Octavia's face turned a bright red at the comment. "What?" "Nothing, I just haven't had a girl hug me before, not one near my age at least." "You earned it, i was so worried about you.I saw some portraits of you and your dad out in the hallway. You two looked very close, but for some reason, there seemed to be no pictures of your mum. Is she not with you?

"No, she's around. I'm not sure why she's not in most of them, though, except this one over here."

Octavia pointed to a specific part of the room that had the portait she was referring to detailing the time when she was with both her mum and dad at loo loo land when she was about five.

It showed a time back when both her parents weren't arguing a lot or her mum was smashing countless pots and plants and throwing imps at her dad, and Octavia wasn't the taxidermist enthusiast she was today.

in the picture, Stella had a smile or would could be called a smile. If it wasn't forced, she had a snow white collection of feathers, black bird like talons, and dressed a pinkish white royal dress with a tiara on her head showing her status.

She was.. beautiful, appearence wise at least although it did not speak for the woman underneath, something was missing thats for sure. Baskerville can not help but feel the same way that something he was not seeing in her made her a true parent the same way it made his mother one.

"This is one of the rare images that we have of her Octavia explained. I'm not sure why not anymore."

apart from that, is that you? Baskerville pointed to the happy little owl girl with her father. "You look so happy with your Dad. For a place called hell, it looks so wholesome."

yes, it is. Octavia agreed, smiling at his statement,' You will find hell to be much more than what you can read in an old or new testament. For instance, although you find fire and brimstone in certain parts of hell, you will find it has its own eco system and society

Its like the living world to a degree

Does it still have toliets?

we do have facilities like that. Why do you ask?

"Wasn't there a line in the bible that read 'damnation without relief?""You're a rowan akinson fan, aren't you?" "Yes? I really love his work, especially blackadder."as they conutuine the convesration they failed to notice the prince slither into the room dressed in his royal garb complete with a top hat"Hello? Baskerville?" he called, annoucing his presence to the two youths. Baskerville found himself again, jumping at the Owlmans presence. He wished he had stopped doing that, and he thought "Yes?"I'm glad you can make it. As i said, i would like to continue our conversation concerning the details of your change"

"Sure, I'm not sure what happened to me, though. Am I a vampire?"

"Wait, i thought you said you were a vampire." interruted Octavia, looking rather sheepish he explains with...

"Well, i thought i was. i couldn't see my reflection, so i assumed."

"technically speaking you are,my boy, I had to use a teeny bit of my blood for the process since you were on deaths door and a teeny bit of nercomancy just make sure your soul would survive the exorcists wounds."

"Necromancy? What did you do?" Baskerville asked it was a magic that Baskerville had long sought after, ever since he first heard of it, but spike had always a very strong stance against it stating there's always a price with magic especially this sort.

"Under normal circumstances, if you die, your soul gains a physical form based on your proir sins, but in your case, if you died from those deep wounds from those angels you would have disappeared entirely, your existence erased from all creation, a fate worser than death."

all remaining colours drained from the face of Baskerville, He couldn't fathom a fate like that. Is this what those monsters do? They seemed no different from the slayers. In fact, they were even worse than slayers, and they never once ended a being's mortal existence nor take human life.

But these 'exocists' were a bunch of kill crazy murderers that took a sick pleasure in causing misery no matter the demon and no matter their mortality. If heaven was this bad, what about hell?

"Wait, if I was that badly wound from those blades, how come im still here?"

"Baskerville, what I say now must never leave this room! you too, Octavia! What i did was more than just a mere exsanguination and transfusion of you. It was the matter of fusing your soul to a piece of mine!"

"what?"

end of chapter 2

Preview

I have a what?

"A Vampiric Spirit, it's when a being is filled with strong feelings of vengeance and hate to the point they call out for blood of their enemy beyond their mortal limits."

"So, hence, the expression out for blood?" Baskerville asked, seeing a whole new meaning of the priase.