Castlevania: Darkness Never Dies

Fan Fiction

Continued...

Part 1: Gathering darkness.

""You are the Light of the world! A city who lie upon the mountain cannot be concealed. And when you lit a light, you do not set it under a pot, but in a stand, so that it shine upon all who live in the house. So shall your light shine for all mankind, so that they might see the good deeds you do, and worship your Father in Heaven."

Mathew: 5. 14-16.

Chapter 27: Sea of blood.
The "skull", Warakiya. The 19th of December 2098 A.D.
Isabella Von Krohnquist stood at the top of the hillside of the isle who gave it its name. She smiled. She did not used that name anymore. Actrise was her name now and she would force the people of the world to kneel and worship that name. She had bean like one of them once, but the Dark Lord had shown her otherwise all those years ago. She could not help but think back to that fall night in 1496.

Flashback.

She had selebrated her 16th birthday with a hunting party into the forests of her land. As she had hunted a glorious deer far into the dark forest. It had bean nightfall before she had turned her mare back toward her hunting cottage. She had stopped to enjoy the moon-light at an open meadow. As she let her sapphire-blue eyes went a final time over the glade, the white horse went upon its back legs and she was thrown out of the saddle. "My lady!" As she rouse, a tall gentleman came toward her. She felt her cheeks grew warm as she got the full view of him. His long dark brown hair hung down below his shoulder, with iron-gray strings at the temples and at his aristocraticly-shaped eye-brows. Only his moustache was still a rich dark brown, as was his eyes. Something was still eerie about his strong royal demeanour about him. The clothings where just as noble as his powerful handsome look. The black boots where decorated with gold at the down went boots as was his velvet crimson tunic and belt. Above his hearth she could see a crest of the dragon, in crimson and gold, as it was upon his shoulders and upon the buckle upon his belt. "Who art thou?" She asked as he put his arms around her. She knew she was beautiful. With long wavy golden mane of hair down the slender back and with perfect natural red lips and creamy pale skin. "My name is Vladimir. Great Voivode of the Basraq clan. And thy humble servant." He spoke with the same Walachian accent of the boyar clans. "I am Isabella." She courteously offered. "Boyar of the Krohnquist house." Then he pressed his lips against hers and she felt how her cheeks became reder still. Then she turned around. "Would thou aid me?" She asked him. "With pleasure." He said.

End of flashback.

That had bean the first time she had experienced the power of her flesh. It was also the first time he had taken and given blood. But it had seemingly bean more than just a mere night's hunt for the Dark Lord. He had come to her even later. She had bean taking a walk in her estate's garden as a servant had come with a "guest" who wanted to speak with her. She again smiled so his fangs became exposed.

Flashback.

She sent the servant away and then watched him up and down. He smiled and respectfully bowed. This time he was dressed in a gold decorated mail and breast armour, with a sword and dagger at his side. The grey hairs was mysteriously gone, but that held no interest. "Come with me." She said as she summoned him with her to her private entrance to her private apartment. She could not help but smile with great satisfaction and awaiting pleasure, remembering what had transpired between them three nights before.

End of flashback.

She moved toward the stairs leading down to the alter where she had found the token of ice. The barrier protecting it was to strong for her to penetrate for her. And she had bean granted long time to learn her own strength. Again her thoughts went back to the past. After his second meeting with Lord Dracula she had bean stricken with the more painful side effects of her convertion. Thank the Master none of the monks and priests in her service had studied the ancient lore of the myths and legends of the vampire. Then, three days later, he had again come to her.

Flashback.

A bat came flying at her window. She smiled and rouse to open it. A strange luminous mist came drifting in. The cold coils of mist shaped into a tall powerfully built man dressed in a midnight black cape and a black tunic and hip-high boots. She noticed that the tunic, with rich lacework at the neck, was covered with embroideries of leaves, all in crimson and gold. More important was that she now understood what was wrong with his eyes, ears and teeths. It was the features of a bat. As he put his arms, clothet in white silk, embrazed her, ended in hands with sharp pointed nails at the end. What she last saw, was a golden ring with a dark crimson stone upon it. Then a crimson shade fell upon her.

End of flashback.

She came toward the alter carved into the high cliff-face above the lake. She had risen from her grave three days past her death. Even so the Dark Lord had not had any use for her. She had travelled all abroad Europe and had ended in the British colonies in America in 1767. As the wars washed over the continent, she had made a pact with the Master who had given her fortune and fame as a stage actress. The contract ended in 1839 and she had bean commanded to return to Erupe, to Walachia. She had then bean with a child and had used the then 5 year old boy's blood, and the blood of 99 other children, to, in 1844, summon the angel of Death. The smile vanished from her face as she remembered her own defeat mere 8 years later. The Dark Lord had resurrected her in 1897 to aid him in harvesting enough power before his travel to England. "Come." She said as she felt someone teleported into the clearing behind her. She slowly turned as Celia Fortner came walking up to her. "Congratulate with your promotion, commander." She slowly bowed her head as the black dress under the cloak was crossed with a sash showing her new rank as commanding general of one of the Dark Lord Dracula's brigades. "I have orders from the circle of blood." Fortner quickly said as she activated her holo-ring. "Greetings Actris." It was knight Rowdain of Ondol, who presented himself. She bowed calmly before him. "The Dark Lord Dracula have summoned general Fortner to serve in the rank lord Blinov once possessed, you have bean instructed to join me at the tower of Ondol." She grimly nodded. "I know what you might feel." The bone-knight said. "But if the Belmont or the Cruz fall into the servants's hands, they will bring them to us." She nodded. "Of course." Then they bought teleported away.

Uta lake, Warakiya. The 17th of December 2098 A.D.
Christian Belmont stood at the front of the ferry. His hand lay at the ready upon the Vampire Killer. The mist lay just as heavy all around them. The black lantern hung over his head. But somehow the light didn't shine as bright as it should. Noriko stood by him, her worried look disturbing him. That made him sure his own feelings wasn't mere nervousness. "This lake is cursed." Iori calmly said. "I feel it. Three forms of darkness is at work here." Christian nodded. "Fire, ice and lightning. All treads controlled by the power of dominance." He said. "But something is wrong." Noriko said. "I know." He grasped for his crucifix. "It is like they want us to know the lake is cursed." His other hand tightened around the purse who housed his ocarina. "I understand it if you want to go some other place." George shook his head. "There is no other way. The eastern and western shores are crowded with lost souls by now. We all saw it." Father Joshua grimly nodded. "Before I was forced to run, I saw impressments-gangs and reqruters rampage through my old village." "We most not forget God." Christian said as he warmly grasped the old priest's hand. Joshua squeezed his hand in return, as he, with his other hand, made the sign of the cross over their hands. "I don't mean to interrupt you," Noriko said. "But I… " She was cut short. She didn't need to finish it. He already felt its presence. "George! You take the oar. Joshua, look out for other enemies. Let's get going." He'd already brandished his whip as the large water dragon. It countered by spitting out a large wave of water. "No!" Noriko Noriko made a large wave of fire blast forward. The water dragon dived back into the water and then popped up somewhere else, spewing a new wave of water. George steered out of reach as Christian made it rain with holy water. Burns erupted on its shelly body and blood coloured the water red. Then its tail came up and knocked the ferry from the downside. "Take him up!" Christian shouted as he used the boomerang-cross in an effort to throw its off balance. The throwing-cross shattered into three and cut deep into the flesh of the water dragon. It screamed so he thought he should go deaf and then collapsed into the murky depths. "That was just to easy." Iroi said as he tried to dry his soaked cloak. "Of course." He said as he again began scouting the water. "It didn't have the power of Dracula upon it. But there is something else who worries me." "What's that?" Noriko asked as she helped Iori dry himself by using small waves of wind. He absentmindedly wondered which soul she'd absorbed to receive that power. George cut him short. "Water dragons coming in!" He slapped himself mentally. He'd forgotten the rear end. "That was what I meant." He said. "Just forget about it." Iroi snapped. "Get goin, George!" Christian shouted as he brandished the Vampire Killer and his throwing-cross. "They'll let's go if we get away from their territory." He told them as he made the throwing-cross split into multiple crosses to block the bursts of water spat at them.

Redrock isle, Uta lake. The 17th of December 2098 A.D.
They left the ferry at the shore, Christian didn't like leaving it behind, but none of the others agreed with him. He could understand them. After having bean chased by ten or more water dragons anybody would think twise before entering the sea again. But he didn't like this place and he wasn't afraid admitting it. He thought it had something with those strange rocks laying around the rocky shore of the isle. He looked down upon the map from the lighthouse. It was four isles in Uta. REDrock, Rocnest and the "Skull". If he should guess, he would say thery where on Redrock. He did so because of the red stripes of iron-ore in the rocks and mountain hills going further up. He shook his head and put the map back into his backpack. "What do you think on doing now?" He asked his friends. "If I use my teleporting," Noriko said. "we should be able getting away from this bloody lake." It was the first time he'd heard her curse. He did the sign of the cross. "Go if that is what you wish." He told them. "Stay here or go to the village of Ondol. I'll stay here. I'll try lift the curse of the lake." Iori snorted, shooking his head. "Don't you listen to yourself? You don't even know where to begin." George leaned against one of those big rocks. "Don't mind him Chris. I'll go with you." Father Joshua nodded with agreement. "I don't think you shall do that." Noriko slowly began as she noticed what George was doing. "What?" He asked, then was cut short. Christian brandished the Vampire Killer, striking the rock head on. The rocks began to rise all around them just as the one he'd whipped caught fire. "God in Heaven!" Father Joshua summoned. "I think we better get away from here." He advised. "This beasts are Cyclops and they eat humans if they get their hands on us." He threw his boomerang-cross and made it split into three crosses who attacked the Cyclopses. "You'll have to choose." He made it rain with holy water as Joshua stamped his crucifix upon one golem who shattered into burning pieces. George used his guns to take out another Cyclops. "Those over there isn't even Cyclops." Noriko said as she made a burning webb strike a Cyclops. "It's some primitive golems." He admitted. "The Cyclops must've created them themselves." He shook his head as he destroyed one of the primitive golems with his crystal. "I get your point." Iori mumbled. He couldn't help but smile. "Get aboard." He said as he again made it rain with holy water. They did as he told them. George began rowing and he just bearly managed to jump across the gap to land securely upon the ferry.

Uta lake, Warakiya. The 18th of December 2098 A.D.
George continued rowing. The water dragons where just gone. They'd rowed a good distance by now and the overgrown water-serpents hadn't attacked. They'd passed two more isles by now, but none of them had deared going to land. Now they where preparing to settle upon somewhere which Christian called Bodley. He didn't liked this, but this times they'd planed before settling down. Christian was to stay back and guard the ferry in chase the water dragons returned while they went to search the island. They'd run out of food and there wasn't any of those strange candles out at sea. That was qhy they'd gone to land to begin with. Well, the children had wanted to get away from the water dragons of course. But then the Cyclops had come at them and… He shook his head, trying to cool the flush on his face. If it hadn't bean for him they'd most likely bean able to gather what food they needed from Redrock. Then again. There had bean only rock and sand on Redrock. Here it was thick forests who mostly looked like some tropic jungle. He used his pistols to shot down some candles. They'd found some food, but not by far enough. And it was only some more of those blasted crystals in this. Joshua bent down and picked them up like he always did. Thank to the candles the priest now had his own throwing-cross, holy water and a cross. But that wouldn't help much if they died of hunger. "George! Come over here! I think I found something!" Iori's cry made him run toward where the boy's voice had came from. As he ran he noticed his route was taking him higher up and to the centre of the isle. The forest disappeared and he came out to some clearing at the top of a hill. Before him lay the Uta lake, as it did to his right, some stears leading down to the beech below. But to his left went some other steps higher I upon the hillside. "Iori!" He shouted as he began climbing the steps. "You heared him to?" At the top of the steps, inside a sStonehenge-like construction stood Noriko. He nodded, breathing heavily as he reached her. "I think I heard him from inside there." She pointed at the entrance of a cave who lay some distance away. "I think so." He said. "Come, please come!" Again he was cut short as Iori again shouted. But this time his voice sounded like he was really terrified by something. "Come on." Noriko near commanded as she began running for the cave. "Wait for me." He said as he tried catching up to her.

Bodley, Warakiya. The 18th of December 2098 A.D.
Christian cracked the whip and brought out his throwing-cross as he heard someone coming running from the jungle. He put away his weapons as he noticed it was Iori who came running. "Get aboard!" He other boy nearly screamed. "This isle is cursed. We must get away as quickly as possible." "Slow down." Christian advised as he tried to make Iori relax. "What happened?" "What happened!" Iori began lauching hysterically. He filled his hands with water from the lake and then threw it at Iori. Iori shivered as he became soaked in water but managed to stop lauching. "I was fool enough to enter into the shrine of Bodley. It was a witch in there. She cast a spell upon the others and they all fell asleep. I don't know why she didn't charmed me too. But that don't matter. We've have to get away from here." Christian shook his head. "No." He became even more determined as Iori tried to make him reconsider. "You can do what you want. I have to help my friends." He got to his feet and began walking. He hoped Iori would reconsider himself. As he came into the forest Iori did join up by his side. "I'm sorry." He said as he looked down. "I'm just afraid." He put a comforting hand on Iori's shoulder. "I understand. Don't be sorry. We'll deal with this like we've done with the death Wyvern and that water dragon. Just have faith in God and Jesus and we will achieve what need to be done." Iori looked away. He knew the boy's feelings on this issue, but his own belief was unshaken and he would continue to find strength in that simple fact. "Remember." He said as they began climbing the steps. "There shall always be a lamp lit for man." Iori nodded, a weak smile on his lips. "I can agree on so much." "Is this it?" He asked as they reached the entrance of the cave. Iori nodded, but didn't moved forward. "I just can't do it." He confessed. "I understand." He said, smiling. "Just wait out here and I'll soon come back with our friends." Iori weakly nodded and he entered into the darkness.

Bodley shrine, Warakiya. The 18th of December 2098 A.D.
He silently went forward. His whip and holy water at the ready. The only light came from candles and torches spread throughout the corridor. He felt how dark power was pulsating through the celestial channels inside the place. "Stop!" He did a back-flip as a suddenly light blazed in front of him. The only thing stopping him from attacking was the aura he felt from it. "Is that you, St. Germain?" The saint stood before him, in the shape of an old man in simple brown hood and cloak. "I have come to warn you." He said. He nodded, but then wrinckled his brow. "From who?" "From the witch Kiristian. She is the one you must face. Give me your crucifix." As he gave it to him, the saint's hand shone up with silvery light and gold of his holy emblem became silver. "The power of One." The Saint silently said. "May God be with you. I do not know how long it will last. But now you are immune to her charm. I found it in you. The light above all light. It is in us all, but you have it as one of your spiritual elements. Remember that after battle, she will do as you ask. You know what to do." Somewhat confused, he received the crucifix back. The saint was gone and he didn't knew what to do. This reminded him of the ancient legend of Odysen. Then a smile appeared upon his face. He knew what to do. It would be dangerous, but he had faith in God. He had to do this. He'd promised to lift the curse. It was time he kept his promise.

Bodley, Warakiya. The 18th of December 2098 A.D.
He smiled. All was going according to plan. The fool of a Belmont was walking right into his trap. He spoke of his power in faith. Ha, he had more power than him in his fifth finger. The only reason he still was alive was because of mere luck. But this time he would not get away. Kiristian would do his dirty work and then Noriko Cruz was his. The Dark Lord would reward him handsomely when bringing him the sole being he had to fear. He saw for his inner eye how Lord Dracula placed him as his number-one successor. He would bid his time and then the world would be his. The spell had already become activated and it was drewing power just perfectly. He still wondered dough why the Dark Lord had commanded Dario Bosi, Jhenrya Oikawa and Damien Frost to put the curse on the lake to begin with. But no matter. Soon that too would be of no concern.

Bodley shrine, Warakiya. The 18th of December 2098 A.D.
He continued down the tunnel. He snapped the Vampire Killer and the bats bursts into fire. The torches light became reflected in the piled treasure laying all about in the tunnel. He didn't liked it. A rustle in coins and jewels made him turn around. A blade-soldier, dressed in that dull grey tunic, red weapon-shirt and grey trousers, quickly ducked to avoid the whip. From its simple leather-belt it drew two daggers. He doused it in holy water and it burst into oblivion. The sound of boots tapping the floor was the only warning as two new blade-soldiers rouse out of the treasure. The first one dived right at him, stabbing its twin-daggers directly for his hearth. His metal-protected tunic and leather breast-plate blocked the stab and he quickly disposed it with a series of quick whip-strokes. The second one came diving at him just as two more blade-soldiers came at him from the behind. He pressed his back against the wall and rouse a barrier of crosses around him. Then he made it rain with holy water. The bones crumbled to the floor and he nearly did the same. He'd read the chronicles of Richter Belmont and Hathan Graves and how they made battle against these monsters. But even so, then it had bean mere words. And even dough they had warned their descendants of these members of Dracula's army he hadn't really understood them. He struggled back to his feet. There was no meaning remaining here. His friends needed him.

He entered the chamber, having his whip and throwing-cross at the ready. He'd disposed of some more blade-soldiers by now. He inspected the wound on his arm. That last one had bean a little to close. The room was filled with piled treasure. More than he'd ever seen. He didn't want any of it, but he felt amazed by it. "Do you see anything you like?" She suddenly just stood there. The white cloth didn't protect her nearly as well as they should have. "Who are you?" He asked. She couldn't possibly be older than 14 years old. "Is a name really so important to you?" She said as she shook her head, making the short-cut white hair became lit by the treasure, making it shine with such a pale gold that it could be mistaken for white. "It is." He said as he carefully possisoned himself in chase of an attack. "I am no vampire." She said, smiling so her shining white teeth became visible. He used his power to see beyond the obvious and noticed she'd told the truth. "That was new." He couldn't help a humourless smile from crossing his face. Then he became serious. "Where are my friends?" "It is Kiristian." He blinked. "What?" She smiled and her brown eyes glimmered. "My name is Kiristian." He shrugged it off. "I know that isn't your real name. A person gifted with magic well know to not give away their real name to another with the same gift." Kiristian smiled as she stretched her tiny body as far as it went and then sat up on the sofa, leaning upon one elbow. "That has no meaning." He smiled. "Perhaps not. But I still want to know where my friends are." "See, there they are." Kiristian pointed and George, Joshua and Noriko appeared sleeping on the piles of shining gold and gems. "What did you do with them?" He asked. "I merely gave them what they wanted." He calmly nodded. He knew how he was going to do this. "I want to know how I might lift the curse on the ocean." Kiristian shook her head, dough her eyes still sparkled like she sheared some secret joy. "That I cannot tell you. But I know someone who might ask you. But, " She said, jokingly waving her finger. "I warn you. The person I mean are in the fires of Hell." He nodded, then he put the whip and cross back as he instead brought out the silver-knifes. "Speak your spell witch and I'll present the sacrifice." She rouse and went bear-footed to the hearth of the chamber. "I summon Chaos! I summon Nothing! I summon Darkness!" He cut himself in his arm so blood became spilled upon the ground. "Gate of Oblivion!" She screamed as the dark powers ripped her body. Gasping heavily she spread her arms and from her eyes blue flames shot forward and turned into a eerie blue dish-shaped portal. "By the Father, the Son and of the Holy Ghost," He said, crossing himself. "I decree access to the jail of Jewels." The gate became a flurry crimson and he stepped forward. He felt the power of One rise in his hearth and then began flowing through his soul.

The dark ocean, Hell. The 18th of December 2098 A.D. High pillars rouse out of the beach's sand. All here was dark and gloomed. The waves of the ocean was dark like Dracula's hearth. The sky was crimson and even the sun looked like it would explode any minute. Even the light itself was black and filled his brain with a distant despair. He focused his mind and began walking. The air was cold and difficult to breathe in. It was like his lungs began freezing over. The statues upon the pillars created large shadows upon the ground as he walked past them. He knew this place. The prison to hold the enemy was an isle surrounded by pure evil, represented by this dark ocean. If he was to bath in it he would receive great power but he would also then belong to this place forever. The beatch and the ruined landscape about was a forsaken ground where the souls of those who waited to enter Heaven wandered and he needed to find one of them. Demons and devils, hodded and cloaked in dark cloth wandered about. But they had no real power here. He destroyed them with his holy water and continued his search. The man he looked for sat in the shadow of one of the pillars, a scarf concealing his eyes. "Homeros." He said, bowing his head. "The blind seer." The spirit of the greatest man in lyrics his world had ever seen smiled and bowed his head in return. "So the blood of the nightingale still is in your realm. I am happy to know that." Christian couldn't help but feel taken aback. The man before him was so unlike how he'd expected him to be. He was short, with curved shoulders and back. Still, there was a silent dignity about him who made him feel the strong spirit within. "To restore balance, retrive three tokens of power three times." Homeros said in a complete different voice than he'd first spoken in. "At the moment of sunrise, at the moment of beginning, play the Minuete of Dawn as you present the tokens of three. Remember, the journey is the key." He nodded. "Take this." He said as he gave him a piece of the Host. "God be with you." He said. Homeros seem to grow distressed. "He is near." He said. "The bride has ended her contract. Go, son of the western flame. Go, hair to the one-handed. Go before it is to late." He began to run.

Bodley shrine, Warakiya. The 18th of December 2098 A.D.
Christian dived out of the portal. Kiristian's eyes grew wide. "It is impossible!" She screamed. "How can you do thi?" He smiled as he rouse his crucifix into the air. "The power of One." He merely said. Then the portal became all pitch-black. Something enormous was at the other end. "No!" The witch said, her voice going from shock to hysteria. "The pact is ended." A voice said. "You are mine. My bride, my slave. Come to me." He watched on in awe how Kiristian's eyes became empty of anything. All who was left was the eerie blue fire who had become the gate. She stepped forward. He bent over and threw up. The way Dagon had stripped Kiristian of her being, leaving only lust for him, made him sick. It almost didn't helped seeing his friends awake. He had knew it would come to this. He had himself began it when he tricked her into opening a portal into the underwold. She had brought it upon herself by entering into the pact but that didn't make him feel that much better. He took a deep breath in an effort to calm himself. He summoned God in his hearth, praying for the salvation of her soul. Ending the prayer with the sign of the cross, he went to gather his friends. They had work to do.

Uta lake, Warakiya. The 18th. Of December 2098 A.D.
It was just impossible! How in the world had that bastard managed to survive? He would have to calm himself. In his rage he might had merely killed them all to get rid of them altogether. But that would be mere waste of opportunities. The boy had told them of Homeros's words and the way he translated it. They where about to sail past the "Skull" just now and the Belmont had closed their ears with wax he'd found in the ferry. He knew what was coming. After all, he had bean there the last time. Or the spirit he'd bean by then. They came up to the side of the isle and now he could see them. He couldn't help but smile. The sirens where so beautiful. Like angels with golden hair and feathered wings of a soft red and gold. They where singing, he knew that. But they couldn't hear them. He hoped they would get some sickness by filling their ears with that cursed stuff. Then again, with the luck of that blasted boy that wasn't very lightly. Soon they where past the isle, he removed the wax-stuffing. He didn't took part in the talking and laughing of the others. Let them laught, it would soon be over. He was right as they soon would come up to Redrock again.

Uta lake, Warakiya. The 18th. of December 2098 A.D.
Christian sat with the Vampire Killer whip in his hands. He was the first under-aged Belmont to wield it. His family had lasted for over 1.000 years and in all those years when fightning evil, it had bean grown men and women at the pinnacle of their strength who had carried the banner of God. He looked around on his friends. Noriko Cruz was only 8 years old and her powers was as big a threat for him and herself as they where for Dracula. Her young age and negative emotions where so strong that her spirit was in danger. Iori shared the same danger and George had no real protection against the darkness and father Joshua was an old man. And although he was a good enough to fight with spiritual powers, his physical strength was not what they once was. Lewis Schneider had done his best when fighting Dracula's henchmen, but he'd brandished the Schneider's chain-whip. Not that it really mattered, but he felt somewhat uncomfortable still. He rouse his eyes to watch across the water. Redrock isle rouse out of the mist. Some distance away he noticed a wrecked ship drifting about. He came to remember something about the Oddesy. "Christian!" Noriko suddenly said, focusing his attention back to the present situation. "What is it?" Iori said as he got to his feet. "I think I saw something." She slowly said as she looked about. He brought out his throwing-cross and also prepared his holy water and crystal. "I don't see anything." George said as he scouted about, his shotguns already within his hands. "God in Heaven!" He couldn't help for the outburst. Father Joshua did the sign of the cross and Noriko screamed as she held her hands before her eyes. 16 large sickly green wyrms rouse out of the water, hissing like released steam. Blood-chilling howls from the throats of wargs sounded as their enemies rouse out of the water. From the nest of six warg-like heads the most beautiful maiden he'd ever seen sat. Then another nest of six more warg-heads rouse out of the water with an equally handsome male. "Scylla!" He shouted. "And Carybdis!" He slashed the Vampire Killer at one of the wyrms as he summoned the power of the crest of opals. The wyrm exploded and Carybdis fired a beam of blue light at him. "Shield of Fire!" Noriko spread her arms and a roaring blob of flames covered the entire ferry and even dough it shattered into multiple shards, none of them became damaged. The multitude of wyrms bite at them while others spat a foul sticky green liquid at them. Christian rouse his crucifix, Richter Belmont''s crucifix, and a large cross of purple flames appeared. It shattered into multiple flames who became spread all across. Noriko spread a burning webb across. And even dough some of them became extinguished by the water or repelled by flames spat by the warg-like heads, they managed to destroy some more wyrms. "Get down!" George shouted as the monstrous duo again fired bolts of ice and lightning at them. "Shield of Fire!" Noriko screamed with pain as the pressure made her fall over. "Noriko!" Iori knelt to inspect her and Father Joshua rouse a piece of the Host into the air. Christian knew it wouldn't be enough in the long run, but it would have to suffice. He summoned the power of the crest of silver and grabbed the crystal and one titanic crystal fell from the sky and shattered into twelve shards who made some of the wyrms and some of the wargs burst into fire. One fireball spat by Scylla hit Joshua in the shoulder. Noriko turned away the flames but now there was none less to shield them. Carybdis tossed a beam of ice who damaged Iori and sent him overboard. And George ran over to help him back up. Christian, dough now alone, tossed holy water at the remaining wyrms exploded into flames. He just barely managed to rouse his cross in time to block another bolt of lightning. He felt pain surge through his body as the electricity shock him and threw him to the bottom of the ferry. "Chris!" Noriko, with her pale and pained face filled with dread, knelt over him. She pressed her lips against his and he felt how some strange power flew through him and health retunred to his soul. Noriko then collapsed and he softly moved her aside. Joshua took care of her and George, who'd dragged Iori back aboard and was busy firing boom after boom with his shotguns. He'd managed to bring about Carybdis. But now Scylla fired a new series of lightning bolts and now it was George who became knocked into the water. That at least turned out the fires lit by the bolt, but he hoped Joshua would be lucky in healing him. Scylla was flouting closer. They'd used their combined efforts to rid her of all her 8 wyrm-grown tentacles and 3 of the 6 war-heads left. She was not ready to give up yet. He could read his own potential death in the maiden's beautiful blue eyes and the grim red eyes of the remaining wargs. She began spitting fireballs at him. He tossed holy water to destroy them and then slashed the Vampire Killer to take out the rest. He rouse the crucifix to defend against the bolts of lightning she blasted at him and then tossed the throwing-cross and made flames burn around it. Blood splashed across his face and tunic as another of the heads became slashed into a bloody carcass of destroyed flesh and bone. Again he became knocked down by one of the bolts. Joshua gave him a boost of the Blood of Christ and thus healed him of the curse. Blood ran from the wounds and he flailed the whip, summoning the crest of rubies to add to the swiftness. He then threw holy water and this time burns erupted upon her attractive body. She retaliated with a series of bolts who made flames erupt upon the ferry. Iori and George, who now was back in action, tried to extinguish them but was fighting a lost battle. He picked up the piece of the Host Joshua had dropped and threw it at Scylla. He missed her but hit with the throwing-cross and holy water. He secured the boomerang and the empty vials and then they all had to jump overboard.

Uta lake, Warakiya. The 19th. of December 2098 A.D.
Noriko rouse her hand and waved at the rowing-boat who came toward you. "Help! Please help!" They clearly heard her and came up to them. She gasped as she noticed the dead pirates rowing the little boat. At the front and back sat there two beautiful maidens who even overshadowed Scylla. There was even an another boat coming up behind the first one. The dead pirates dragged Iori, Joshua and George about. Shje felt how her blood became cold when they knocked Christian and Joshua cold. To her surprise they where tied with chains who looked like they where shaped out of lilies. And even dough they bough felt and smelt like flowers they where strong like iron. The nymphs kissed her, Iori and George, making her stunned, before the dead pirates again began rowing. They went toward the wrecked ship and although they at first didn't seem like they went closer, they suddenly was right by it.

Ghost ship, Warakiya. The 19th. of December 2098 A.D.
Ithildin stood surrounded by her servants as the smaller boats slowly grew closer. "As soon they're aboard," She instructed Flint, the captain of the dead pirates. "I want you to imprison the priest and the two children downstairs. The boy and the male I want to be brought to the maiden's chamber." The dead pirate saluted her before it went to execute her instruction. Humans where so easy to manipulate. She looked forward to it. She really did. Scylla was a fool who anly just killed her opponents instead of using more diplomatic ways. She smiled and then went to prepare for them. She would remedy a temptation they couldn't resist.

(A.N: This chapter is a little short, I know. But the point here was to give credit to one of the greatest tales of the world. Those who have red the Oddesy known the track of the chapter. But be sure, this is just the beginning of the battle of Uta lake. Have a nice time.)

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