Castlevania: Lament of Innocence
Disclaimer: all characters belong to Konami. I only borrowed them.
Note: possible * spoilers *. Read at your discretion. Very, very mild
After watching Joachim's intro, I knew I had to write a fic for him and
Leon. Joachim now is my second favorite Castlevania character, after
Alucard. He's very adorable.
Beneath the Waterfalls
Darkness imprisoned him, slowly depriving him of his meager possessions:
sanity, pride, freedom..
His delicate pale lips would curve upward slightly on the irony of his
situation. Himself, a prince of the night, confined like a pathetic human
by the very essence that should exhilarate his spirit. His faithful
companions spoke of time. Time is irrelevant to him since his rebirth, a
minute drop in the eternal continuum of his universe. He forgot when he
used to count them like fat merchants with their gold coins. And he
wondered, by his companions' lackluster appearance from the deprivation of
fresh blood to drink, that he and them indeed loitered here far too long.
Walter..curse to you to eternal damnation...
The door to his prison slowly opened. He heard footsteps echoing in the
room. Not Walter, he felt disappointed. The heavy resonances of these
footsteps stepping on the old stone tiles indicate a human, possibly a
hapless victim miraculously escaped from armies of bloodthirsty undeads or
one of Walter's vampire hunter plaything. The wretch was not worth his
attention, perhaps good for a fast meal. The smell of fresh blood pumping
through living veins whetted his appetite, but he refrained. A shot of
blood would intensify his needs, and then his mind would turn insane, drive
by the desire to drink more.
Could be another Walter's game, to watch him suffer from blood
The human call out, his strong voice reverberated in the gloomy darkness.
He identified himself as Leon Belmont.
Leon saw a humanoid figure crouched in the dark room. He could tell the
figure is slender, but the heavy shroud of darkness veiled him from his
eyes. Forces of habit, he asked who the person or thing in the room is. The
figure stirred, and walked toward him slowly. Leon could see more details
are revealed with each step. Dark boots with filigree decoration, velvety
purpose coat, beautiful black armor, soft silvery hair falling graceful to
mid shoulder, a marble smooth oval face that reminded him of an angel
sculpture in his mother's chapel and slender violet eyes with reddish
A Vampire. A very beautiful vampire, with a face carved out of ice and pale
lips that the ancient Greek sculptors would fervidly try to copy to carve
on the faces of androgynous youths adored by gods.
He introduced himself, no, actually just snarled out his name "Joachim
Armster". Five swords swirled menacingly in mid air from the cold ground.
The battle has begun.
Joachim blinked his eyes in disbelief. A human had beaten him. This weak
pile of flesh contained enough power to defeat his vampiric gifts. As
Walter's bond on him dissolved due to his defeat, which force him to melt
away from his long time prison, he could not forget Leon's face, glower
with determination despite weariness and grim, he believe Walter perhaps
has signed his own doom, and Joachim felt a unfamiliar emotion sprouted in
his frozen heart.
Joachim roamed the castle uninhibited. Walter's unholy minions faltered
before him. He followed Leon as he traversed through rooms, always few
steps behind, melting into and out of walls. He could not explain his
desire, just to see Leon's face, to see him triumph against creatures of
darkness, to see him finally reached Sara after many trials and
disappointments. Candlelight from the chandeliers gave an ethereal glow to
Leon's golden hair, creating an illusion of God's avenging angel rather
than a mere human, who would grow old and feeble in an eye blink.
Leon caught him a few times, puzzlement clearly shone in his eyes. Joachim
made no attempt to converse with him, he only observed. Leon figured
Joachim does not hinder his quest, he soon grew accustom to Joachim's
presence. Sometimes Leon would raise his hand to acknowledge him when he
finished off Walter's lieutenants.
Then the truth tumbled out, even Walter was swept away by the master
puppeteer when the marionettes finished their crazed dances. Ironic that
Walter the mastermind of the castle never realized he's used like a pawn
before his eternal death.
He always loved the moon, especially full moon, because that is when she
truly revealed herself to mortal and immortal eyes on earth, all the
darkness on the pure lustrous glove. If God truly created the moon, why
would he paint a heavenly jewel the color loved by his sworn enemies?
Under the full moon's lights, the wolves ululated their aria to her. The
silvery lights enveloping Leon's kneeling figure and Sara's grave. Joachim
drifted closely, watching Leon's eulogy in silence. When Leon rose from his
position, and turned his face toward Joachim. Joachim whispered 'Leon'. It
was the first time he spoke Leon's name. Stubbornly he refused to succumb
to his desire, he imprisoned his tongue so that Leon's name is echoed in
his mind, over and over.
Joachim drifted closer. His deep violet eyes with reddish tints and thick
lashes focused on Leon's face, and said like a sigh "You refused Marthias'
"I had to." Leon replied, grief and helplessness exuded from his stormy
blue eyes, "I couldn't.Sara had died for this..."
A pale hand touched Leon's face; cold like marble, and icy fingers traced
the imaginary tears on the warm cheeks. "I saw your looks, when you thought
I had floated away..were you tempted for a second? For then we can be
closer..ease the loneliness in the hearts until time itself ends. "
Leon grasped the vampire's hand. Warmth exploded, Joachim felt it coursed
through his barren body. He has forgotten what warmth feels like. Holding
Joachim's hand, Leon gazed at Joachim, carefully imprinting the beautiful
violet eyes that intensified under the moonlights, the smooth silvery
eyebrows and the soft lips the color of pink roses. When he first saw
Joachim in the Dark Palace of Waterfalls he was shaken to find a deadly
vampire, the progeny of Darkness, a willowy figure with an angel's face.
Leon's heart ached when Joachim melted away after the battle, he wanted to
touch Joachim's face, and he wanted to attest to whether an unholy creature
born cursing God could look like God's holiest creation. Blasphemy..yet so
enigmatic and desirable.
They stood at the graveside, looking into each other's eyes, Leon's hand
still holding Joachim's. Years may have passed, and unspoken words could
have conveyed, the release of the hold is regretted but eventual. Joachim's
face remain impassive, but he understood two worlds could never merge. They
are and will always be opposite of each other.
Leon smiled, "Perhaps you would come to my funeral when it's my due and
sing me a tune or two." Did he imagine it, or did Joachim's beautiful face
turn a shade darker.
Slowly forcing his words out, Joachim snarled " I Do Not Sing" Leon
laughed. Then silence, they both knew parting is close.
Joachim turned away from Leon, "I would not even remember you" He didn't
bother to turn back to see Leon's reaction as he melted into the darken
forest. Another story has concluded in the drama of the world since time
was born, Joachim knew he might reflect the regrets, the possibilities in
the dark recess of crumbling ruins thousand years later, but he just wanted
to forget everything now.