Introduction
-Caldera: Outskirts: Tiny Farm-
Father began packing up the luggage into the carriage. “Come on, I can’t run late for this meetup!” He brushes his short brown hair back, exposing his quite large forehead.
Dracul has his mother help him put on his large beige cloak. Dracul groans, “Mother, why do I always have to wear so many layers?”
Mother couldn’t help but smile. Her teeth were so white, more potent than her long wintery ponytail.
She strokes Dracul’s three strands of jet black hair in front of his pitch black left eyeball. No white pupils visible at all, just a dark hole in the place of his eye sockets. Still smirking, with the softest voice, she replies, “You know the sun gives you issues, honey”. She pulls up the hood of Dracul over his head of black hair, covering up the darkness which had been occupied by his thick follicles. “Plus, you have eyes that aren’t too normal here.”
Dracul’s face was barely exposed, only able to see his dark black abyss of a right eye and the same previously brushed streaks of hair that covered his other eye. “I know”, he sighs.It’s not my first time going through this, you know.
Father waves his baseball glove of a hand towards the carriage as he pets their bronze coded family horse. “You guys ready?” The horse lets out a happy stomp and a neigh.
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-Infinity Forest: Angel Road-
“Good girl Percy. You’re doing a great job”, compliments Father. The horse lets out a noise in response as it trots along the deep rocky walkway. There were only trees and foliage that stood beside the carriage.
Dracul was submerged in between a bunch of crates in the back of the carriage. He still never fully understood why he had to always be hidden away from the public but he would never disobey the orders of the ones who took him in when he was a young child. “Are we close yet?“, he whines.
“Hang in there kiddo”, reassures Father. “We have just arrived in Angel Town-”
“HAULT!”
A slim man covered in feathers appears in front of the carriage. He wore a feathery hood that made the man seem suspicious.
Father, being the kind and friendly man he was, stops the carriage in response to the man’s orders. “Is there a problem, sir?”
The mysterious feathered man sizes up the carriage. “Yeah, there is.” He motions his hand up and towards the vehicle. “Search the cargo!”
Multiple groups of people, in similar cloaks, began to surround all four wheels.
Dracul, still unable to see, bounces off of crates as the boxes rattle around. Shaking in fear didn’t help his seclusion much either.
One of the lackeys report to the feathered man. “Sir, look what I found!” The lackey reveals a rapier, daggers, knives and other weapons in just one of the boxes.
The feathered man, who was apparently their boss, instantly expresses rage on his barely visible face. He turns to Father. “Are you working for Angel? Is that why you’re transporting these weapons?”
Fear consumes Father in an instant. “S-sir”, shaking so uncontrollably he can barely form a sentence. He takes a deep breath and relieves some stress to finish his sentence. “I-I’m just a weapon-smith. I make a living off of transporting these to buyers.”
The boss points at the brown horse and a long sharp feather shoots out of the finger of the man. The feather projects itself directly into one of the knees of the poor horse.
“PERCY!“, cries Father as the horse screams in agony. Multiple arrows land onto the torso and face of father, one lucky arrow made itself into his eye socket. Father gives out a loud groan until his face hung over the side of the vehicle, lifeless. It only took a few seconds until a pool of blood came afterwards.
“PETE!!!!” Mother lets out the loudest cry Dracul has ever heard in his 15 years of living. Before he knew it, he was in his mother’s arms as she dashes away from the people.
The feathered murderer waves his hand once more and screams out a deadly order. “FIRE!” Arrows rained down on mother and some managed to lodge into her backside. Mother immediately falls to her knees and releases a hoarse screech. In her horrific state, she gives her final words to her beloved son.
“My baby boy, Dracul.” Tears stream down Mother’s face, mixing in with the puddle of blood forming below the two. “You must go and find safety. You must survive. Go!” With the scarce source of energy left in her system, she uses it all up to give her son the tightest hug she could pull off until her grip slowly loosened and she lay flat on the rocky ground, peacefully in her own red liquid.
“Noooooo!” Dracul gets up and runs as water fills his pores. His vision was blurry, footsteps heavy and he couldn’t get this agonizing ringing sound out of his head. He continues to huff and puff as he can barely get his thoughts across. He never looks back and persists on pushing forward, knocking over people in his way.
-Angel Town-
After running for, what it felt like, hours (it was only ten minutes), Dracul comes to a complete stop once he realizes he is very much deep into the town. He remembers his father telling him he had to do business in Angel Town. That must be where he is now. He wipes his tears away and gives himself a gauge of his current surroundings.
He is painfully blinded by a sharp bright light that seems to illuminate the whole town. He finds food stands, gift shops, homes, and even a small cathedral. The piece of architecture that directed all of his attention was a huge mansion that resided on what it seemed like a hill of white and yellow grass.Mother was right, it physically hurts to look at bright objects. But, I have to move forward and survive like she told me.Dracul starts trudging towards the huge golden structure.
Dracul almost faints from exhaustion, but he makes it to the top. He bangs on the two gigantic golden doors and before the boy could open his mouth, one of the doors open. A taller than average woman with dark brown skin and cyan colored lipstick steps out.
Her eyes almost pop out of her own head. “Oh my! What happened!? Why is there blood on you? Are you okay!?”
Dracul peers down at his clothing and discovers dried up blood, scattered across his torso and lower body. “Th-they killed my parents.”
The lady reaches out her hand. “Come inside, lets talk more there.” Dracul, willingly latches onto the kind woman’s hand.
-Angel Town: Halo Mansion-
As they enter the gigantic mansion’s doorway, a beam of blinding lights flashed across Dracul’s pale face. He let out a silent hiss in response.
The woman held a tight grip on the kid. This made Dracul feel comfort and safety. He did not want to leave the side of this tender lady. “Welcome to Halo Mansion. Home to the five nobles of Angel Town.”
The vigorous light started to dim as Dracul’s eyes began to adjust. A long golden staircase appeared in front of the two.
“My name is Testia. What’s yours?” They pause at the beginning of the staircase.
Dracul, unable to look the kind woman in the face, answered, “Dracul...”
Testia smiles, her teeth were not as white as Mother’s. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Dracul.” Her hand tightens around the palm of the teen. “Come... I’ll take you to my boss and you can give her all of the details.” They started to walk up the long shiny golden staircase.
Dracul and Testia did not speak as they climbed up the infinite steps. Each step he took reminded him of the trauma he had experienced a couple of minutes ago. The sounds of their feet clashing against the metal convinced him it was the horde of criminals chasing him down to this very spot. He didn’t want to think about the faces both of his parents left behind as they laid to rest.
He snaps out of his daydreaming, realizing he had his head a little too far down. He picks it up and realizes he and Testia were only six steps away from another set of golden doors, not to his surprise.
Testia puts her arm in front of Dracul and stops walking, just three steps from the top. Confused, he asks “What’s wrong?”
A muffled wail came from the very doors the two were steps away from entering. Banging and rattling came after, causing Dracul to flinch.
Testia locks eyes with Dracul, “Stay back!“, she orders. The lady clamps her palms together, almost like she was about to pray. “Grant me your power, Angel!”
A beam of blinding light, something Dracul is starting to grow to hate, splatters onto Testia from the celling. Her silhouette is coating with imperceptible rays to Dracul. He couldn’t watch as he winced away.
The loud sound of the angelic light forming across Testia sounded like millions and millions of tons of rain dripping onto concrete, almost like it was a sky sized waterfall. Regardless of the visual, Dracul was in immense pain as Testia continued this procedure.
At his relief, the light and sounds stop. He looks back and is in awe as Testia has cyan armor that looked like it was made out of pure light. A huge sword of cyan light was firmly grasped in her right hand. Dracul was definitely not ready for what was going to occur in the next moment.
The golden doors at the top finally burst open with around twelve dead bodies flopping down the stairs.
Testia roars and charges upward but is knocked back by an incoming gigantic black bear that jumps into scene, lodging its teeth into her neck. “AHH!“, she tries to fight off the huge beast but they both tumble down the long staircase.
“We meet again, little boy.” A masculine voice from the unseeable entrance of the room ahead Dracul speaks. He can hear the man taking slow steps until the man steps out into the front of the steps, in between Dracul and a couple of corpses that didn’t make it all the way down.
“YOU!” It was the feathered man who just killed his parents. With pure impulse, Dracul runs towards the feathered crook.
The feathered man spins and kicks Dracul in the chest, launching him backwards and into the air. He falls onto the golden steps with an echoed thud. Paralyzed on his back, he groans in pain. His vision gets blurry once more as he stares into the celling.
Another armored woman but with blonde hair and with wings of pure light came soaring into his vision. She kicks her foot and a wave of light flashes Dracul. Milliseconds later, he can hear what sounded like a water melon being dropped from a five story building.
Shaking, he manages to rub his eyes. He stares at the same celling but can now see a trail of light that came from where the woman was previously at. He traces the trail with his head and finds Angel holding a pale head with a head of spiky black hear. Testia was catching her breath on all fours to the flying woman’s side. Scattered body parts and blood ridded the mansions steps.
Dracul tightens his arms and moves his legs to make sure he is now able to fully control his limbs, yes. He flops up into a sitting position. He hears the feathered man behind him start to breathe heavy. Dracul looks over to his shoulder back at the man.
The feathered man was on his back slowly inching away from Dracul, Testia and the powerful woman. His breath become so heavy he began to wheeze. “Spare me! I beg of you!” He backs up a couple more inches. “May your kind have mercy on me”
In an instant, parts of what was on the inside and outside of that man splatter across the room. The woman with wings was there with her signature trail of light, holding her fist at a high angle, probably aimed for the face. She turns around and starts to slowly walk toward Dracul.
Dracul was yet again paralyzed. This time, it was manifested from pure fear. He couldn’t even conjure up his voice box to tell her to “stop” or ask what she was about to do. Dracul realizes that she has three purely white eyeballs, all three in the shape of a diamond. One of these diamond shaped eyes were slightly covered in a long blonde bang.
The monstrous woman is inches away from Dracul when she stops her pace. “Do you know who I am”, she asks.
Dracul remains silent... too afraid to say any wrong answers at the moment.
The woman asks a new question. “Are you aware of what you are?”
Dracul starts to sweat. He is unsure of what he truly is. He knows his parents aren’t the same being as himself. He just can’t pinpoint exactly what he was. He remains silent.
The woman laughs, as cliche as evil laughs can get. “Come inside. We’ll clean this up and give you a home.′ She reaches her hand out.
Dracul darts back and finds Testia on her feet, only a few inches away from Dracul aswell. Testia smirks and shrugs.
Dracul continuously looks back and forth at both women. ”No no no no no!”He rushes down the heavy flight of stairs, tackling the shoulder of Testia as he passes by. He closes his eyes as he hears rapid clanging mixed in with squishy and soggy sounds.
He huffs and puffs and opens his eyes as he’s almost down the flight of stairs, just three to go. Angel steps into his front view with her light trail. “Where do you think you’re going?“, she folds her arms, unamused.
Dracul’s heart flutters, it becomes the only thing he can hear. He knows he is going to die right here so he clenches his fists and pounces towards Angel with all of his might.
A black dot appears in between the two. The dot expands rapidly until it makes a larger circular shape. Dracul slowly sank into the dark hole until he was fully engulfed. The black hole closes.
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