Sympathy For The Devil (Battle For Heaven)
Disclaimer: Any resemblance to real vampires…would be Fucking Awesome.
"Woe to you, Oh Earth and Sea, for the Devil sends the beast with wrath, because he knows the time is short… Let him who hath understanding reckon the number of the beast for it is a human number, its number is Six hundred and sixty six" – Revelations Ch. XIII v.18
This is how it is described within the book of Yevon. For one to come back from the dead is beyond any scientific reason. It can never happen…unless of course it is the monster that used to stalk the land. However even Sin was proven to be able to die once and for all.
There is but only one account of a human resurrection. It happened unexpectedly within the putrid dungeons that resided underneath Bevelle. Laying upon a stone table covered within the darkness of the room. Was a body; dirty and decaying would be the best way to describe it, for it did not suffer a quick death.
No, several holes were embedded across its body, showing where it seems several blades penetrated. What used to be golden locks of hair was now nothing but filth covered tresses that were a horrible shade of brown. Orbs that used to be blue as the sea now blood shot and open as the corpses head was facing towards the wall furthest from the table.
It lay motionless upon that table, finally resting from all the hardships that it had been put through.
However if someone had been within those dank walls, they would've heard the faint sound of a supposed dormant heart start to beat once more along with blood starting to rush through the cold limbs.
Wounds that covered his body seemingly healed over instantaneously, however even through all this the eyes still held no life. No spirit to occupy the now regenerated body.
A whistle—that's what broke through the horrid silence and echoed throughout the walls of the cell; its sharp sound reached deep into the dead mind of the corpse. And finally a flicker of life showed within its blue eyes.
A blink of the eyes…
That was the first movement the bodies done since its death. Yet, as the lids fell over the eyes they shifted. Changing from their sea blue to a dark ruby. However the following second a great pain flushed through his body. A penalty from the muscles which were now stiff from lack of use.
The book of Yevon says Resurrection is impossible…
However as the once dead body of prisoner number Six hundred and Sixty-Six just proved it is in fact quite possible.
Yet, as soldiers approach the cell in hopes of burying the body completely, oblivious to the fact that residing within the cell lies a monster with its canines ready for soft flesh. They're soon going to find out that Resurrection is indeed unholy…
There was once a time when all was possible. Magic flowed through the air and into the fingertips of those who were able to possess it. Back when a city full of lights and life flickered off the coast of the world itself. A time when Zanarkand existed. Within the glorious time of magic and spirituality emerged the anomalies called the unsents; the souls of the departed that had refused to travel to their last resting place, chaining themselves to the physical world and through the use of pyreflies managed to live amongst the populace.
When the terror that was Sin was defeated, these 'undead' beings disappeared from the face of the earth. With the emergence of the Undertaker, the deceased were now forced to depart from this plane and into the next. And for several hundred years this system has prevailed…until recently…
The sky was turning a dark shade of red as the sun descended into the mountains, laying dark shadows all across the Hellsing manor. The front of the manor showed nothing of particular interest if one were to exclude the middle aged couple that was currently staring through the middle bars of the gate. A woman with ice blue hair let her long locks fall all the way towards her ankles. Her body was scantily clad—showing an incredible amount of skin—yet the few garments that she did have looked of foreign descent showing the symbols of a time long forgotten.
Her partner, however, seemed to be quite the opposite. Covered head to toe in what seemed like golden battle armor, the man wore a helmet that stuck two golden horns into the air as his pure white cape flapped within the wind behind him. "Beautiful, isn't it my dear?" the woman said as her arm slipped around his.
"Really a sight to behold," she agreed.
The man nodded his agreement looking from the manor to the woman. "Shall we begin?" he asked.
The woman's eyes flickered, showing her pupil less orbs. "Yes," she answered.
"Sheesh!" an exasperated soldier exclaimed as he leaned against the outside wall of the manor's entrance. "Captain sure has been on our ass lately, huh Samson?" To his left side—on the other side of the entrance—his companion nodded. "I mean it's not like…it's—"
The soldier stopped in mid sentence, his blue eyes looking towards his companion who seemed to not have heard that. "Did you say something?" he asked.
Samson turned to him shaking his head, his eyebrows rising in worry. "You feelin' alright?" Samson asked.
The soldier shook his head, suddenly embarrassed. "Yeah I'm fine," he answered. "Guess I—"
There it was again—a voice in his head.
His hand slowly went to his right side where his gun rested inside its holster "Grab it!" the voice repeated more forcefully this time within his mind.
Samson's eyes pierced into his as his friend watched him in worry. "Grab the gun," the voice continued. His hand was shaking, yet as if on its own it unclipped the strap and pulled out the weapon. "Kill him," came the voice's next order. The solider shook his head. "No!" he pleaded "I can't!" His arm, however, seemed to disagree, for it kept raising. "Do it." the voice chanted "Do it now." Tears exited out of the soldiers eyes as his arm lifted towards Samson. Whose eyes widened as he saw what was now happening. "What are you doing?" Samson asked as he raised his hands defensively, eyes widening in horror. "Do it!" his finger slowly moved to the trigger. He had no say in what his body was doing. "I'm sorry," the soldier mumbled when he realized that there was nothing he could do to stop it. "Do it! Now!"
Birds flew out of a nearby tree as a shot rang through the air. A sound that made Sir Paine Hellsing lift her head from her paper work. Getting up out of her seat, the woman made her way towards the office door. Opening the door the white haired woman peered outside. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary…at least, that was until a speck of light seemed to dance across the carpet floor. An eyebrow raising in curiosity, the Hellsing made her way out of the doorway and into the hall.
The light trailed deeper into the manor's hallway, lightly skipping across the fabric as it seemed to lead the poor girl somewhere. Finally, after a minute of following it, the fragment of light bumped into a foot where it bounced lightly before disappearing. The foot belonged to the blonde commander named Gippal Bernadette, who currently had his back turned towards the Hellsing.
Paine stopped within her tracks, a sudden feeling of unease washed through her body as she stared at the Captains still back. Taking a chance, the young lady spoke. "Captain?" For a second Gippal did not respond, however eventually, he turned towards the Hellsing—her ruby eyes widening as she saw his one good eye was pupilless—and without much hesitation he reached for his holster and pulled out his weapon. Aiming the gun towards Paine, the captain made no real expression, his eyes hollow orbs and his movements almost mechanical.
His finger pulled on the guns trigger and the bullet exited the barrel. It seemed as if the woman's time had been up, yet as the bullet descended towards her, she felt a sudden push on her left side as she was pushed from the bullet's path. Falling hard on the carpet, the woman groaned a bit as she looked up towards her savior. Laying upon her body was Rikku, her blonde locks spread across the floor as her face was buried into the heiresses legs. Lifting her head towards the Hellsing, the young vampire let the shadows take them deeper into the manor and into the basement.
She soon found herself lying on the blonde's wooden table. Grumbling a bit, she made a move to shove Rikku off of her however, saw blood around the blonde's shoulder. "Rikku!" she exclaimed as she moved the vampire slowly. It seems that the bullet had hit the blonde's shoulder, leaving a rather nasty wound. "Why hasn't it healed?" Paine asked the vampire. Rikku's head moved a bit as her eyebrows furrowed in pain. "Special bullets…" was all she managed to mumble. Paine's ruby eyes widened as realization hit her. All of the soldier's bullets were specially crafted to kill creatures like Rikku.
"I'll be fine," the blonde said weakly as she gave Paine a weak smile. "It'll just take a little longer to heal, that's all." Finally, taking herself off the table, Paine huffed, "What's gotten into my soldiers?" she asked. A hiss came from behind her as the vampire sat up on the table "I'm not sure," Rikku answered truthfully, her face scrunching up in genuine confusion. "I just know that something has spread itself across the mansion." Walking to the other side of the room, Paine sat herself on the coffin/bed and rested her arm within her palm. "Could it be vampires?"
The blonde shook her head. "No," she answered. "This feels different."
Paine raised an eyebrow. "Different?" she asked, not exactly sure if she liked the sound of that.
The shoulder was now starting to heal as skin started to move over the hole. "Whatever it is…"—Rikku shifted her arm a bit—"…It's everywhere."
A sigh of frustration left the heiresses lips as she buried her forehead into her hands. Suddenly remembering something, she raised her head once again towards the vampire "What about Yuna?"
Although still in pain, Rikku still managed a smile. "She's on her way," she said, her head tilting a bit. "To him."
Footsteps hit the hard stone floors as the brunette made her way down the dark corridors. Breath leaving her nostrils at an alarming rate as her target came into view. The metallic door shimmered within the basements poor lighting almost as if it was greeting her. The door opened easily enough, allowing her access and was slammed shut behind her.
Immediately the brunette's ruby eyes focused upon the coffin that resided on the room's right side. With speed that she didn't seem capable of, the brunette approached the coffin. Small hands grasping the sides she opened the lid. Her useless breaths stopped as her ruby eyes descended upon the motionless body that lay within the coffin.
His skin looked slightly paler than the last time she'd seen it. His once golden hair was now starting to turn gray. A sad smile crossed the girl's lips "Master" the word was almost inaudible as if they were only meant for his ears. However the blonde man didn't respond, his eyes stayed shut in their seemingly eternal slumber. Palms pushing down upon the side of the coffin the brunette climbed into the coffin.
Laying herself down next to the blonde, the girl sighed. "Please work", shifting her body the fledgling climbed atop of the older vampire. Closing her eyes and settling her head on the blondes shoulder. The girl began to concentrate, letting her mind open and reaching out for a response from the unresponsive blonde.
Imagine her surprise when something answered. However it wasn't the response that she was hoping for, before the poor girl could react the connection puller her in and deep into the mind of the older vampire.
It felt as if she was falling into a great abyss enveloped within the darkness and mystery that was her Master's psyche.
Hopefully my writing has not suffered from my long 'vacation'. I'm hoping to have the next three parts of this typed up and sent to my beta reader before I have to go back to school in two weeks.
And… I feel like I owe my readers an apology. For not updating in like ever. Although I have not lost interest in this story and I'm always thinking of new things to add to it. I never really take the time to write it all down and simply forget about it. Also I've been putting up little one-shots under a different name (0ExTwenty) anyways expect to see me a little more often now that I have less demanding classes and time off from work.
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