Subject: [FFML] {Dark fic}{Castlevania fic.}{Part 5 of Eternal Sin}
From: Matthew Maddocks
Date: 9/2/1999, 2:57 PM
To: ffml@fanfic.com

Is ANYONE reading this, I need to know. Because if I don't the story
will become terrible because I will lose the will to write it. *sigh*

Castlevanis is a copyright of Konami. But I have added my own collection
of twists and characters and half truths that I made up. If you know
castlevania then you know what I talk about.

WARNING: This fic contains blood, murder, and demonic and sad themes. No
rape though. You have been warned.
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                                        Part 5 of Eternal Sin

    I was in the darkness, the darkness of the mind. I was also in the
darkness of around my body but I didn't care. Mya, my love, a source of
my life itself was dead. And now I was alone, so very alone without
anywhere to go or anything to do except drown in a pool of self pity.
    I was in my own world, which was soon shattered by a familiar voice.
"Will you just sit here while the one who caused the pain still runs
free?"
    I turned my gaze from the bed up to the figure who stood before me.
I knew I looked pitiful, my eyes all red and swollen from crying. But I
didn't care if she saw the tears running down my cheek, my eyes swollen
or the blood that stained my hands. "Leave me alone damn you! I'll kill
you if you don't go away!"
    The person who stood before me was a woman, particularly Sypha. Her
eyes were hidden from me behind that blue robe she always wore. It was
like she masked her face as she did the truth. I knew she told lies and
half truths, any idiot could tell. But she had a tone of voice which
summons weak men to do her bidding and strong men to waver. This was the
tone she used on me. "But I only want to help you. Help you get what you
truly want. Revenge!"
    And so in my weakness I wavered. "How. And on who?"
    Sypha took her right hand and reached into her left sleeve. She then
pulled it out and showed me a jewel. It was half the size of an egg and
spherical in shape. It shone a brilliant bright blood red. "This is
something that will protect you. This will help you bring vengeance upon
the one who caused the pain, who caused the whole to form in you heart.
Slay Dracula and your revenge will be complete, and you will be a hero."

    I quickly snatched the jewel from her palm. I almost looked like a
little dog taking food from a owners mouth. I then held the jewel with
my index finger and thumb, looking it over closely. I did not cry
anymore because my sorrow was replaced by a greater emotion. The second
most powerful emotion ever, next to fear. I then looked up at her with
an evil glint in my eye. "So what is this and what does it do?"
    Sypha seemed to smile behind the shadow. I couldn't see the smile, I
could only feel it. Her icy gaze piercing my mind with a great power.
"It's called many names. But the best would be a magic ward. It will
protect you from any of Dracula's dark magic. When you attempt to slay
him he will be powerless."
    I smiled and nodded right before I heard a sound. A knock on the
door followed by a voice. "Antin. It's me, I think we should talk." The
voice was Dracula's.
    Sypha quickly looked at the door and then back at me. She looked
like she was full of fear at being discovered. So she quickly whispered
in my ear. "Remember what you have to do." Then she vanished.
    I looked at the door and felt the need for revenge swell up inside
of me. The burning hatred that could only come from losing ones own
mind. And I was on the brink of breaking down. But that would all come
later. After I finished what I had to do.
    I quickly put the jewel up my sleeve and answer in a sorrowful tone,
trying to mask my own true intent. "Okay. Come in."
    So the door opened and Dracula walked through. I winced at the
annoying creaking sound as he opened and closed it. He looked down at me
and he saw the malice in my eyes. He saw the contempt and the urge to
release it.
    But then I looked up into his eyes, pools of sorrow. Just like mine
only a little while ago. They were the eyes of understanding, of caring.
The man who I planned to kill was trying to help me. And that was not as
bad as those eyes. And then all my anger faded away. I fell onto the
floor and cried. I cried and that seemed to fill the hateful void. But
would it have been better to have kept the anger then to embrace truth
and all it's pains? But it was to late and I let my self open up, and
that might be fatal.
    Dracula just stood in the same spot he had only seconds ago. He
never moved and his expression never changed. He just looked at me in
pity for what had happened.
    I didn't mind him not moving, not showing any pity. I didn't want
it, I just wanted to let it all out. I lay there for what seemed like
hours, but it was only minutes. As though time as slowed down just to
let me suffer because I couldn't protect her. Because I was to foolish
and arrogant so sure that no harm would come from talking. But the
greatest casualties of war are not the people who fight it, but the
normal people.
    Dracula waited until I stopped crying before he started a
conversation I knew I would never forget. "I know how you feel. I've
went through the same thing."
    I looked up at him in anger and punched him hard against the face. I
didn't know why really, maybe it was just that I wanted to release what
I couldn't through crying, release the rage I held within.
    Dracula was thrown back by such a hard punch. He fell onto the floor
and back about three feet where he rubbed his check where I hit him and
wiped away the blood. But I didn't care how he felt or how I felt. I
just wanted someone to lash out at, and he was the closest person. "How
could you know! Who have you lost that you loved?"
    Dracula's eyes sank to floor as he coughed up a truth that was hard
to swallow. It was something that haunted him lately, ever since the day
he was last bound to the abyss for a hundred years. "I had a wife to.
She died though. Killed because they called her a witch."
    I looked at him and noticed that if there were any more tears to
shed, he would send them down his face as quickly as humanly possible.
And so a silence fell upon the room as both sides were thrown in a
lonely darkness. But misery loves company, and Dracula spoke up. "But
you don't have to suffer the same fate. There is a way we can bring her
back."
    I then looked up at him and my sorrow was swept away by hope. Hope
that I would see Mya soon, alive and well. "What! What can you do!"
    Dracula still looked at the ground and his reply was heavy with
emotions that said it wasn't a good idea. "We can, steal, her soul from
the afterlife. Though anyone that does it would be subject to severe
punishments after death. Also it's immoral. And finally she would look
different then the old Mya."
    Some of the hope vanished when I heard him say that. "What do you
mean she would look different?"
    Dracula sighed and knew that Antin would bring her back even if he
knew the consequences. "She for one thing, no longer be human. Humanity
dies with the body and if we brought her back she would be, a demon."
    Almost all the hope was gone when I let out another question. "What
do you mean? She was a good person, so why a demon?"
    Dracula stood up and rubbed his check again. It still hurt, but at
least it stopped bleeding. "Were still dealing with black magic. We are
stealing her soul, not requesting it. And if we did ask for it they
would say no, they always do." He stopped for a second and then decided
to tell him how she would look after she was resurrected. "Like I said
before, Mya would look different. Since her soul would differ from that
of her body then the body will change to fit the image of her soul. Once
a soul is in the afterlife it is twisted and warped, giving it a
different look. But not to different. For one thing she would have large
bat like wings. Second she would have fangs much like mine. And finally
she would most likely have darker hair. In Mya's case, most likely
purple."
    The hope returned as I heard what he said. Small physical
differences were no matter when you loved someone so deeply. "Okay. I
think I will try it. I will take responsibility for anything that
happens because of it."
    Dracula nodded and began to walk away. "I will go get the body
ready. You just relax and I will call you when it's ready."
    As he walked out of the door I quickly said in a voice almost equal
to a whisper, "Thank you."
    He nodded smiled and left the room. Leaving me alone........
    I walked into the room where the ritual would take place. The room
where everything would change for better or for worse. Would Mya be the
same or would Mya be different? This question gnawed at me and I hoped
my fear would soon leave me. But the voice within my mind predicted
doom, and it was usually right.
 I looked around the room and wondered what other purposes it had. The
room was a large cube made of smooth grey stone. On the walls were
painted pentagrams in red paint, or at least I hoped red paint. In the
center of the room was a small set of stairs leading up to a large alter
made of jade and jet. It stood there glittering in the candlelight. On
the alter was my love Mya, limp, dead. Yet I hoped that the body would
no longer be limp, but vibrant with life.
    I walked up the small flight of stairs and stopped right before
Dracula who faced away from me and was looking through a large brown
book. "Dracula. I have a few questions to ask. Personal questions."
    Dracula closed the book and looked at me. His eyes filled with a
type of silent sorrow as he anticipated what I would ask. "Know ones
enemy. Is that what your thinking? No an enemy and pray on his weak
spot."
    I shook my head and noticed that his voice carried no weight. It was
more like a plea for the truth, or maybe a plea for a release from his
pain. Even knowing those feelings I had to know the truth. "No. You are
one of the few who are not my enemy. But I have to ask, why didn't you
resurrect you wife?"
    Dracula's eyes were soon clouded by darkness. A darkness that he had
from many but now had to share with someone, as though to seal a deal.
To seal the idea of peace instead of war. "My wife was very much human.
And that's how she wanted to stay, even into death. She would have hated
me if I had brought her back, so I respected her wishes."
    I looked down at the ground and nodded. "Okay. But if you aren't
okay with this then I won't ask the next question."
    Dracula shook his head and frowned. "No, that's okay. You deserve to
know who I am before peace is made."
    I nodded and tried to force a smile, but failed miserably. "Well the
other question is why? Why did you change so much? I've heard many
stories of the evil's of Dracula. Burning the living to death and then
depriving them rest and bringing them back to fight in his armies. Or of
how he would slowly rip of limb after limb until the man died. Or
pealing skin of flesh and then flesh of bone until nothing remained but
pain and death." And then I knew I went overboard.
    Dracula looked at me, his eyes heavy with guilt. This man was hard
to read, except his eyes. You looked into those and you knew exactly how
he felt. They were a gateway to his soul and one that led to evils no
man should be able to stomach. "It's all true. I am a murderer, an evil
man. I deserve no less then death but much, much more. I am guilty of
every charge every made to me and many more. I am the embodiment of pain
and anguish and the ruler of darkness. I am the scourge of mortals and a
plague upon the world."
    He was falling into self-loathing and self pity again. A pool that I
would not let him down in. "Shut up damn you! That was in the past and
now this is the present! It will do no good to sit here in pity! If you
are truly sorry for what you had done then you should help people and
seek forgiveness from the heavens!"
    Dracula nodded at my words knowing they were true. It was easy to
run away but it was hard to face the truth. I had to face the truth as
well as he did. I was facing it right now. I was not going to run away
like the other Belmont's who shrugged off duty for a hundred years and
hoped the next man did the job. "Antin." His voice was gentle and I knew
he would now tell the truth of why he changed. "I changed because of my
last reincarnation. I battled against Alucard for control of this world.
I was defeated but left with some last words. He told me my wife's last
words. And the words said to accept humans and try to live beside them.
Or just leave them be. And I want to honor my wife's death. It's my way
of saying I'm sorry for not being able to save her. And this is that to.
I'm saving Mya for me more then I am for you. I want to make sure
history does not repeat itself."
    I nodded and stood behind him as he began the ceremony. It really
wasn't a big one. He pulled out a flask from under his cloak and opened
it up. The thing was filled to the brim with Mya's own blood. He then
took it and poured it over her heart. He then threw the flask aside and
chanted these words. "A soul I take and a soul I do not give. I take
with out permission and wait for judgement. I willingly would give my
life for the one who I brought and I repent for my actions. Now bear
with me and grant me what I desire!"
    Then my vision was blinded by a flash of bright light. When the
bright light vanished I saw a man floating over her body. He wore a long
green robe which covered every part of his body. Nothing could be seen
but the robe and shadows lying within.
    The man's voice rang out across the room but it was directed at
Dracula. "Dracula. You call me after all this time. And why? Do you wish
judgement to be passed upon you for your evil deeds. That's the only way
I'll every help you. If you live of course."
    Dracula quickly glanced back at me and whispered a few words which
were filled with the great sorrow that filled him. "I didn't want to
steal the soul, it just felt to wrong now. So I have put in a request."
    I quickly whispered back. "I understand. Mya wouldn't have wanted to
be brought back knowing how we did it. Even though we have a lower
chance of success, my conscience would bother me to the point of
suicide."
    The man's voice rang out again. "Silence! Tell me what you want of
me now or I will smite you and your mortal servant here!"
    Dracula bowed down on his knees. "Megami. I do not wish anything for
I am not worthy to ask. But this mortal, is my friend, and he requests
the soul of his love Mya who was taken away from him unjustly. If needed
I will die to bring her to life."
    I then pulled at his shoulder and yelled in his ear. I didn't care
if Megami heard, I just wanted to get my point across to the idiot.
"Damn you Vlad Tepes Dracula! I swore that I would protect you and I
will." I drew my sword and pointed it at Megami, knowing full well that
he was a god. "Damn you to! What kind of a god are you! Can't you
forgive a man and give something in good faith?"
    It looked like Megami raised his arm because his long sleeve moved
up. "Insolent mortal! You will regret ever questioning me. DIE!"
    Then a large swirling bolt passed by Dracula and struck me. I
awaited the pain but none came. And when the smoke cleared Megami was
surprised to see my un harmed body standing there.
    The magic ward! That's why it didn't work. I forgot all about it,
and now it saved my life. I owed Sypha one for this. I walked towards
Megami with my sword and watched the bolts of energy fly my me. Some
struck but did nothing. Finally he gave up and drew his sword. But it
wasn't like drawing a sword, it was like creating one out of air. For a
steel sword just appeared in his hands and he prepared for my assault.
    I was just about to strike when Megami's sword vanished and he
sighed. "The greater gods have decided to rule in your favor. You will
have her soul back, and with none of the deformations that would be
caused by black magic. Though there may be some odd side effects.
Nothing really big. You got lucky this time, so be happy. But Dracula, I
will see you dead." And then he vanished much like Sypha did.
    I sheathed my sword and looked back at Dracula. "Are you okay?"
    He nodded and smiled a little. "Yes, I'm fine. And thanks."
    I shook my head and shrugged my shoulders. "It was nothing. That's
what friends are for. But why does that guy hate you so much?"
    Dracula sighed and looked up at the ceiling. "Nothing big. We just
go back along way. Back during the holy wars he nearly killed me. But he
was forced to retreat. And ever since he has wanted another fight. But
the Gods have rules and they insist that little to no contact is made
with those who live here. Unless it's absolutely necessary. And even
then they need permission from the lead god, Majin."
    I nodded and was about to comment when I heard a groan. I then
looked down at Mya's body. I had forgot she was here because of the
confrontation with Megami. I looked down at her and noticed she looked a
little different. Her hair was now purple and her eyes a dark brown.
Dracula stepped aside and let me pass by him. He wore a large smile on
his face because of what he had done. It was one step towards
retribution.
    I kneeled down before Mya's body and shook her up a little. She
opened her eyes and looked up into mine. I smiled as I saw the life in
her eyes. "Mya. Your alive."
    She smiled as well and kissed me lightly on the cheek. "I'm alive.
Thank you, whatever you did thank you."
    I shook my head and looked over at Dracula who for once was happy.
"Don't thank me, thank Dracula. He's the hero."
    Mya then pulled me towards her for a long and passionate kiss. I was
happy now and it was all thanks to the man that everyone hated.....
    Megami frowned as he watched the scene. "Bastard! I'll see him dead
yet. But why the hell did the gods give back the soul?"..........
    Sypha looked at the scene with a smile. She knew this Megami would
be a problem that she would have to deal with. But this Antin was better
then she thought. He would do his job perfectly........
    Majin smiled as he also watched the scene. The time of retribution
was coming and would Belmont falter. He hoped not.
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    Well here you go. It's not like anyone's reading it. But if by some
weird and 1 in a thousand chance you are reading this, then tell me.
Because I'm going insane.