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November 24 / Castlevania: Symphony of the Night / "Nocturne"
Title: Nocturne
Day/Theme: November 24 / Domestic moments among the exquisite dead
Series: Castlevania: Symphony of the Night
Character/Pairing: Alucard Adrian Tepes / Maria Renard
Rating: PG-13
Notes: Standard disclaimers apply. I don't own any of the characters. They are all property of Konami and creative rights belong to Miss Ayami Kojima for her astounding artwork that brought the Castlevania series to life.
He often told her about his past now. About the life he led before he realized he could not be what his father had wanted him to be.
He was supposedly next in line to inherit his father's throne. A nobleman...nay, a Prince he was, well-versed, articulate...every gesture he made was sheer poetry. The way he moved about, striding with a purposeful gait and his head held high, you would think he had not only succeeded his father's throne, but had thrown down his father.
But no, he had decided not to be like his father. He knew that he would be forever caught in a tangle between good and evil, he knew that by living on he would allow his bloodline to continue on into the world and wreak havoc on the innocents. He attempted to put a stop to it once, but fate had not allowed him peace. It was his gift...his curse...
He was Dracula's half-breed son and although only a half-breed, he was his father's favorite. For when his mother was alive, the vampire king had learned to love. And with her death, the last shred of humanity within Vlad Dracula's heart had died along with her, leaving only hatred and a burning desire for Chaos to rule over all.
They played host to corpses beneath Castlevania. Corpses dressed in flowing ball gowns and frocks and masks that would dance aimlessly to music coming from a battered organ while drinking human blood and feasting on flesh. He told her of the times when he had to attend balls with the rest of the undead, hating every minute of it as their glassy eyes scrutinized him from head to foot.
The vampire contessas flirted with him, thrusting their heaving breasts outwards at him as they peeked from behind their fans. Their lips were reddened by the blood they drank from his father's golden goblets but their faces remained cold and ruthless like frost, their complexions as smooth as marble.
He told her that he would often flee from their company only minutes after he arrived. He could never stand to be among these creatures, knowing that they followed his father blindly. He told her that he had learned to make his coffin his home, preferring its cramped space to the vast halls of the castle where he grew up. It became his means of escape and later on as he grew older, he treated it as his only means of redemption.
Until he met her...
PS:
For the other themes I missed out of sheer fatigue but wanted so much to do anyway, here are the links:
Nov 20: hope not built on blindness, Nov 21: the real world is out there somewhere, Nov 22: I dwell with a strangely aching heart, Nov 23: still the blood in your veins
Comments and criticism very much encouraged! ^^
Day/Theme: November 24 / Domestic moments among the exquisite dead
Series: Castlevania: Symphony of the Night
Character/Pairing: Alucard Adrian Tepes / Maria Renard
Rating: PG-13
Notes: Standard disclaimers apply. I don't own any of the characters. They are all property of Konami and creative rights belong to Miss Ayami Kojima for her astounding artwork that brought the Castlevania series to life.
He often told her about his past now. About the life he led before he realized he could not be what his father had wanted him to be.
He was supposedly next in line to inherit his father's throne. A nobleman...nay, a Prince he was, well-versed, articulate...every gesture he made was sheer poetry. The way he moved about, striding with a purposeful gait and his head held high, you would think he had not only succeeded his father's throne, but had thrown down his father.
But no, he had decided not to be like his father. He knew that he would be forever caught in a tangle between good and evil, he knew that by living on he would allow his bloodline to continue on into the world and wreak havoc on the innocents. He attempted to put a stop to it once, but fate had not allowed him peace. It was his gift...his curse...
He was Dracula's half-breed son and although only a half-breed, he was his father's favorite. For when his mother was alive, the vampire king had learned to love. And with her death, the last shred of humanity within Vlad Dracula's heart had died along with her, leaving only hatred and a burning desire for Chaos to rule over all.
They played host to corpses beneath Castlevania. Corpses dressed in flowing ball gowns and frocks and masks that would dance aimlessly to music coming from a battered organ while drinking human blood and feasting on flesh. He told her of the times when he had to attend balls with the rest of the undead, hating every minute of it as their glassy eyes scrutinized him from head to foot.
The vampire contessas flirted with him, thrusting their heaving breasts outwards at him as they peeked from behind their fans. Their lips were reddened by the blood they drank from his father's golden goblets but their faces remained cold and ruthless like frost, their complexions as smooth as marble.
He told her that he would often flee from their company only minutes after he arrived. He could never stand to be among these creatures, knowing that they followed his father blindly. He told her that he had learned to make his coffin his home, preferring its cramped space to the vast halls of the castle where he grew up. It became his means of escape and later on as he grew older, he treated it as his only means of redemption.
Until he met her...
PS:
For the other themes I missed out of sheer fatigue but wanted so much to do anyway, here are the links:
Nov 20: hope not built on blindness, Nov 21: the real world is out there somewhere, Nov 22: I dwell with a strangely aching heart, Nov 23: still the blood in your veins
Comments and criticism very much encouraged! ^^