I'm almost finished the fic. All I have to write is part 10, sigh. Well
please send C&C.
I also apologize for that message In sent about eternal sin

Castlevania is a copyright of Konami. But this is so twisted it's hard
to tell that it's castlevania.

WARNING: This fic contains blood, murder and sad and demonic themes. No
rape though. You have been warned.
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                                        Part 6 of Eternal Sin.

    I looked at Mya as she walked down the hall. She had changed into
some of my clothes which was a pair of blue pants and a white tunic. It
was a little loose on her but she didn't mind. It was better then
wearing those blood covered and ripped clothes of hers.
    I was so glad she was back, so glad I was no longer alone. It helped
me understand Dracula's situation. Centuries of the feelings that I had
when Mya died. That would drive any man to insanity. And then revenge,
revenge towards those who did this. Which meant revenge against people,
the people who called her a witched and killed her because of that lie.
This strengthened my urge to get the man accepted, to have him live some
sort of a normal life.
    Mya was slowly moving away from me and I just had to yell out.
"Please. Don't go! Just stay with me a little longer."
    Mya sighed and looked back at me, her hands at her hips. "The past
day you've been following me almost everywhere. Can't you just let a
woman be alone?"
    I looked down at my feet and I nodded. "Okay. I'll leave you alone."

    It sounded like a five year old whimpering because he didn't get his
way. I also sounded like a man who was on the verge of tears. Mya picked
this up and wiped the smile off her face. "What's wrong?"
    I looked up at her and felt my heart telling me to grab her and kiss
her. While my mind told me to tell her why I had been following her. For
once I listened to my mind. "I, I, I just don't want to lose you again.
I think that if I let go of you then I'll lose you for good."
    Mya walked over to me and kissed me lightly on the cheek. "I will
never leave you again. I love you. And as soon as this is over I'll
marry you no matter what."
    I sighed and then grinned happily. "Oh well, my life's ruined.
Married to a witch like you. Can I take death instead?"
    Mya smiled and poked me in the ribs with her elbow. "Oh now you'll
get it. Your going to be my slave for the rest of your life!"
    I looked at her in shock and then chuckled. "Can I say any last
words?"
    Mya looked at me and handed me a handkerchief. "Here's the blindfold
if you want. Cigar maybe? And you can say your last words anywhere but
here."
    We both began to laugh but then we were interrupted by a smiling,
white haired man. "Sorry for interrupting you two love birds but there's
someone at the gate. He's asking to see you Antin. He say's his name is
Alex."
    All sense of good cheer ended there. "Your joking, right?" Dracula
shook his head and so I continued. "Mya, you stay here. Same with you
Vlad. I have to go out and meet him alone."
    So I left the two alone to ponder their thoughts........
    Dracula looked at Mya and frowned. "So who is this Alex anyway's?
Why is Antin so worried about this man?"
    Mya looked up into Dracula's deep blue eyes and she couldn't help
but say the truth. "He's Antin's brother. He's most likely here to kill
you."
    And those eyes which made the truth flow like a river looked down at
Mya and they worry was written all over them........
    Dracula watched as Antin walked out to meet his brother. Both the
Belmont's in the same place. He could kill two bird with one stone. But
curiosity got in his way so he waited to see how the scene
unfolded...........
    I looked at my brother from the other side of the bridge. He was
taller then me and bigger built. He had short black hair and dark brown
eyes. He wore a suit of leather armor much like mine but his was painted
red with a gold cross painted on the front. In his hand he wielded and
leather whip which was enchanted with the strongest magic. That whip was
the legendary Belmont whip which could only be wielded by a Belmont. It
was made for one purpose only, to send the dead and demons back where
they belonged, back to death.
    "What are you doing here brother?"
    His tanned brown face never faltered as he fought his own brother in
a verbal battle. "I came here to fulfil the promise that Belmont's made
to the people. Or have you forgotten all about it?"
    I frowned at him and looked at the whip, hoping it wouldn't turn to
fighting. "I remember. To fight and to defeat the evil lord. And I am
fighting, in a different way. With words not weapons so blood does not
have to be shed."
    "And that philosophy has cost you your love. I tell you to step
aside and let me slay the beast or I will defeat you and then kill him."

    My right hand moved to my sword and I looked at him, wondering if he
was really he brother I remember. "You were always to arrogant and head
strong. To willing to run into a fight without considering the
consequences. Turn back now before you make a mistake and no harm will
come to you."
    Alex hit his whip of the ground and I winced slightly at the sound
created by leather and stone hitting together. "A threat from my
brother. You were a pacifist, but still trained in the sword arts, why?"

    I pondered for no more then a second before answering. "So I could
protect those who I care about."
    "And what of Mya? You didn't protect her. It was your fault she died
because you were to weak."
    I looked at him sternly and drew my sword. "No! It was the villagers
fault. I will not stand by while you point fingers trying to remove
blame from the village and yourself. Mya is alive and well because of a
kind man who saved her. And that man was the one you wish to slay. And
will you slay the man who's heart is not filled with hatred like your.
But filled with sorrow and desires of forgiveness."
    "The only way he will be forgiven is if his head is but onto a stick
and place in the village square for everyone to see. And Mya, brought
back by evil magic. A black sorcerer he is and deserves death for that
as well. And you deserve the harshest punishment besides death for
helping the enemy. Now stand aside or you will die."
    "Then death it will be. I swore I would protect the man with my life
and I will keep that oath. And if you force me to exercise it then be
warned, I will fight."
    "A fight we shall have you fool. I will see you dead. You are no
longer my brother and no longer a Belmont. You are without last name and
without family or honor. Now fight damn you! And taste the power of
justice."
    And so a battle began. My sword deflecting the blows of his whip. He
was less skilled then me but fought hard with the power of a hundred
men. But finally I landed a blow, knocking him to the ground.
    And so I walked over to his body and tapped his weakened body with
my sword. "Go home now." I then looked at the blood on the stones and on
my sword. "Before more blood is shed needlessly."
    He spat on my shoes and tried to yell out some words at me. But they
sounded soft because of his weakness. "I will never yield. I will see
you dead. Or at least I will not give you the pleasure of killing me."
And then a knife appeared out of nowhere and he stabbed himself in the
chest.
    This caused him to spit up liters of blood onto the stones and onto
my shoes. I couldn't help bu look at his body in horror at what had
happened. First Mya, then Alex. It seemed the gods wanted me to suffer
endlessly and needlessly until the day I died.
    But Dracula jumped out of the door and yelled. "Watch out!"
    With the warning I ducked. And a large red fireball passed over me
and struck the bridge, splittings stone and sending shards flying all
over the place.
    I looked up at the place where the fireball originated to see a man
in a green robe appear out of no where. He sighed and then looked at me.
"Damn you! Damn you both. You killed my puppet and now the gods will
find out. But maybe I can mend everything before it's to late." He
paused for a second ant then continued. "Oh yes. Neither of you die
before I get a chance to kill you. See ya!" And then he vanished.
    So I was left looking over the body of my brother who I had killed.
Not directly but close enough. I soon felt the firm hand of Dracula on
my left shoulder and the soft hand of Mya on my right shoulder. And I
knew that no matter how much pain I went through, at least I wouldn't be
alone.
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    Well here you go. Please send C&C, please?