Loss

Disclaimer: Castlevania belongs to konami not me. I am making £0.00 out of this fic, it is written purely because I have a burning need to create. Although I would like to own Alucard . . . then he’d be mine.

Rating: PG-13

Part: one of one

Setting: Post Symphony of the night.

Authoress note: Tiny drabble about loss.

Italics = thoughts and flashbacks

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Loss

She was gone. They were all gone.

She had been gone now for years, decades, centuries. But the extent of time had made little difference; the pain was still as astute now as it had been on the day he had learned of her death. He had still gone by the name of Mathias then, he smirked to himself now and shook his head, none but the Belmont’s knew of that name now. It had saddened him a little to learn that they had all but erased his mortal life from the history books, but it was an action he could understand. They did not want their name to be associated with his in any way other than as enemies. The Belmont family was hounded enough without it becoming public knowledge that they had once allied with the man who had become Dracula.

He found himself wondering from time to time what Elizabetha would think of his actions, would it bring her to tears to see how twisted he had become. Would it cause her pain, or would she simply smile in her own quiet way and fold herself into his arms like she had always done. Never fearful of him, of his strength which had been political then, but was demonic now.

He liked to think she would forgive him his fall, even if no one else would.

He would have forgiven her anything, murder, adultery, theft he could not think of a crime she could have preformed that he would not instantly forgive. Except the crime she had committed, she had left him and for that he could not forgive her. She had died and he was alone. He couldn’t really remember the early years after her death, years of hatred and rage, years of speaking with a daemon, to earn trust, to discover if the legends were true and finally twisting the daemons arm and destroying both the daemon and his closet companion after his wife.

Walter and Sara had perished, and Leon had been all but destroyed, all of them casualties in his war on God.

Leon had denounced him and started his crusade, the crusade the Belmont’s still followed even now. He had lost so much, he had been so foolish in those past days, the days filled with anger and plotting, he had planned ahead, putting money aside and transferring property. He planned to be a daemon but not one without means. How foolish to only safe guard his fortune, it had never occurred to him to safeguard a companion. But in those days he had not wanted one, Elizabetha’s death had left him torn and the thought of company had been a sour taste in his mouth.

A sour taste that had remained until he saw her.

Lisa.

She had looked so like Elizabetha that he had found himself speechless before her. But the more he watched her, the more they spoke he realised just how different the two women were. They were similar in ways that tore at him and sometimes made his eyes burn, but the differences were what made him love her. She was so strong in her quiet and calm way, so different to him, he had forgotten the strength that was calm and compassionate, all his strength now came from his hatred, his loss. But her strength came from her love, and he was powerless against her. She had given him everything, her heart, body and soul, she had given him her time, her love and she had given him a child. A tiny and fragile looking creature, born with the strength of his mother and with the temper and rather odd sense of humour of his father.

Adrian.

But like his life with Elizabetha it did not last. It was taken from him, not by God’s direct hand this time but rather through man’s. Lisa had burned and Adrian had been tormented and almost destroyed. He had managed to save his son from the mortal’s claws but he could not save the boy from his father’s anger. He disliked admitting it but Adrian had suffered under him in those years, all which walked the castle halls had. His rage had been beyond control and he blamed all he saw for his pain for his loss. Yet, despite this Adrian had remained, and after a few short years they had even started to speak kind words to each other again, but it was too little to late. The Belmont’s came again and they twisted and warped his child and he had not been there to protect him.

He lost everything.

Elizabetha. Lisa. Adrian.

End ficlet

Authoress note: Short and sweet.

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