Okay here's the last part. Thank's to everyone who's sent C&C. but I
wouldn't mind more.

Castlevania is a copyright of Konami. But I have twisted it around a lot
to ccreate this fic so don't sue me. I make no money off this.

WARNING: This fic contains blood, murder and sad and demonic themes.
Sorry, no rape.
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                                       Final part of Eternal Sin

    After the villagers heard of what Antin did their perspective
changed. They thought, "Why would a Belmont sacrifice his life for a
monster?" So then they talked to find out. Things led to other things
until the day came, a year after Antin's death, Dracula was moving out
to live amongst the people. Most of them accepted him now, and many
enjoyed his company. But there are always a few who are troublemakers.
But they were of no concern. And so now this is where this tale begins,
and ends........
    Dracula walked out of the dining room and sighed, another death. Mya
had just hung herself the past night. She could not stand to live
without Antin, so she took her own life to be with him. Dracula hoped
they would be happy together, they deserved all the happiness they could
get for what they've been through.
    And so he walked down halls and through doors trying to get to the
exit. This place was a maze, and even he did not know the way around.
The castle's looks shift every time it comes into this world, making
things very confusing.
    But finally he reached the entrance. He smiled as he looked out the
door, seeing the sunshine and the green grass which had started to grow.
He then laid his hand on the wall and talked to the castle. "Good bye
old friend. I will come and visit. Thanks for taking care of everyone
for so long."
    Then at that last word the door shut and the castle began to sink.
Dracula looked around and mentally cursed himself for what he had done.
He had forgot about how the castle would react. The castle would not be
able to bear not living without him. And now it was sinking into the
lake, making sure He could never leave. Water hurts vampires almost to
the extent of holy water.
    He tried to thing of a of leaving. Only one thing came to mind. He
drew my sword and plunged it into the center of the door. He then pushed
to the left, trying to pry the door open. After a couple seconds of
extreme strength the door flew open, and the castle screamed. He quickly
jumped out onto the bridge and then ran across it onto the land.
    He looked back onto the castle sinking into the lake. He could hear
it scream in furry as it vanished from his sight. He sheathed his sword
and shook his head as he walked to the village........
    Majin looked down onto Dracula. Almost everything was done. Belmont
had done his job and now it was up to Dracula. He could only hope.......

    Dracula soon came into looking distance of the village. But
something was wrong. Black clouds of smoke hung over it. And he saw
fire, something, no everything was burning. And so then with great haste
he ran to the village.
    He ran across the green open fields. Then up the small hill. And
then he entered the outskirts of the village and saw hell. It looked
like hell at least. Fire everywhere and bodies strewn all over the
ground. Most of them burnt to death, other killed by sword slashed. But
one thing was for sure, everyone was dead, and almost any trace of a
village was gone in an inferno, like his dreams.
    "Beautiful isn't it. A symphony of agony and sorrow. And now it's
time for it to end, vampire." Said a mocking voice behind Dracula.
    Dracula spun around to see a tall man wearing a green robe standing
there. His sword drawn and stained with blood. "You! Why can't you leave
me alone?"
    Majin frowned as he licked some of the blood of his sword. "Because
your death, your sorrow, your pain, is the only thing that keeps me
going. To see you hurt for eternity."
    Dracula drew his sword again and pointed it at Majin. And now it
seemed his only purpose at the moment was to see Majin dead. Dead
because of the pain he had caused Dracula, Antin, Alex, Mya and all the
village. "Then why don't we get it over with. One final duel."
    Majin drew his sword as anger filled up within him. Anger and
anticipation. He hoped, craved for the moment he would see Dracula dead.
"So be it." And then in his haste he made the terrible mistake of
lunging at Dracula with his sword.
    He swung once. And then Dracula side stepped and then shoved his
sword through Majin's chest.
    Majin watched as blood spilled out from his mouth and his wound. He
looked at his enemy's blood stained sword and he was now devoid of
emotion except disappointment. "Well done. You are a worthy enemy. My
only hope in life is that wherever you go you will not be accepted. And
you know you won't." And then Majin, the forsaken god, died. With him
died one of the greatest quests for vengeance ever.
    Dracula looked down at the corpse and knew what Majin had said was
right. And for the first time in along time, he truly cried. He cried
for hours knowing that his only chance for a real life lied in another
Antin. And maybe he would find one, but not likely.
    So after all his weeping was done he got up. He held a great weight
in his heart as he walked away from the village. And so began his trek
for acceptance. A trek which still goes on today.

                                                       The End
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    Okay, please send C&C. Also I am about to tell a story of how I came
up with the idea for this fic. So turn back now unless you like reading
that kind of stuff.
    Okay, it all started when I read the CLan{Which is an excellent
Ranma fanfic} I then thought that I haven't been writing much on
vampires, well nothing at all actually. But It also raised another
question within me, "Do demons deserve rights?" Because a demon does not
have to be evil and angels do not have to be good. so then I thought,
"Castlevania! It has vampires and it has people persicuting against
them, trying to kill them at every turn." And so that's how this was
created.
    This fic also goes by my #1 philospohey, "Every victory is bitter
sweat."
P.S. I'm working on a new fic. I won't be around for along time but it
will come sooner or later. Now see ya! *_*