Inferno sighed as he lied in bed, looking at the roof as the room remained barely light by moonlight, the light bluish white color of the room showing in the room faintly. Inferno looked over at a stand near his bed that held the egg and he had a wondering look, the egg showed little to no sign of life. Despite both himself and his egg being healthy, it was a mystery to why it wasn’t reacting at all like an egg would. “What’s wrong with it…?” He wondered aloud softly as he stared at it, sitting up and looking at it with worry, a saddened feeling. “What was wrong with me?” He said, another question that arose. Despite feeling okay, ever since the ritual he had felt that something wasn’t right but couldn’t tell what it was. He stood up from his bed and started for the door, but first making sure the egg was stable on the stand so it wouldn’t fall, and nodded as he exited the room to clear his head.
He headed for the courtyard, the only thing on his mind the questions he had asked himself as he wandered out. The night was cold, wind blowing and some snow was falling, but Inferno didn’t seem to mind. As the wind blew in his face and the snow fell around him, his spread his wings and kicked off the ground, the wind around him echoing by as he shot into the air, flapping his wings a little to get airborne as he flew to the roof of the castle, he needed a place to think where no one would see him, he didn’t want people to see him as he thought of such heavy things. He landed gently, slowing his descent to make sure the roof wouldn’t make a sound below, knowing everyone was most likely asleep. “What did that ritual do to me? Why is my child not reacting? What else did that thing do to me?” He sat down and looked at the snowy sky, the moon shining brightly as Inferno did his thinking. It was moments like this he wished he knew where to turn. Both his father and his girlfriend had been killed, the two people he relied on most aside from Silcia, and he didn’t know what else to do. As he thought, someone approached from behind and the young prince quickly got up and was ready to fight.
Walking out of the shadow was Silcia and Ornstein, both seeming to have known he was up here. “Guess you were right Ornstein, he was here. Is something the matter Inferno?” Silcia asked as Ornstein watched them. Inferno sighed and looked up at Silcia and repeated the same questions he’d been asking, and she sighed as she listened, her heart heavy hearing Inferno was struggling with such worry, her arms gently wrapping around her little brother tightly to hold him, she wanted nothing more than to keep him safe. “Oh inferno, I know it seems like it is rough now, but I promise it’ll be alright, you have nothing to fear.” She said as Ornstein nodded, looking at the teen, a smile on his face as he watched. “You have a group of wonderful people to rely on to, you’re never truly alone in your struggle. Never forget that.” The gator said, his smile soft and gentle as he helped comfort Inferno, who looked at them, slowly nodding as he thought about it, seeing Ornstein so gentle and Silcia so caring made him realize he had nothing to fear for the future, he had many people to be by his side, and he was ready to face the fears head on. “Thank you guys. I didn’t mean to make anyone worry… it’s just that ever since Alucard and Drazernon performed the ritual, I’ve been feeling like something inside of me was… different. But if you guys say I’ll be fine, I trust you.” He told the two, both glad to hear that.
The two still could tell there was lingering doubt in his mind as they watched, but both were just happy he was taking the time to ease himself and nodded as they both took him down off the roof, the knight smiling softly at how much Silcia cared about Inferno, it was commendable. She came from a background raised by a tyrant, but even like her siblings, she was a caring person. She fought for those she loved, especially Inferno. It made Ornstein wonder if Drazernon was even that bad, he was a tyrant, but he still seemed to have kids who all believed similar things, they all fought for what was right even if he was wrong, it was a mystery to him. He didn’t want to ask any unneeded questions so late into the night so he left that as just a thought in his mind and nothing more; waving softly as Silcia took Inferno back to his room. Inferno watched the man fade away into the shadow of the night as he left on his own way, he felt something in his heart around Ornstein, similar to what he felt around Marie, he cared about Ornstein but he was unsure what it might mean. The two were romantic to one another at times, but Inferno wasn’t even sure about it himself, it felt the same as when he liked Marie but it felt more strong with Ornstein, and he was unsure why.
Silcia got to Infernos room and smiled as she gently helped him into bed, tucking him into it as she watched him, already half asleep as she did. Silcia smiled and kissed his head softly, silently leaving the room to let him sleep, looking around as she left. It was a different feel than living in Drazernon’s castle, and she felt more comfortable here, despite how much she didn’t trust the others, but she knew they wanted to protect her. She walked down the hall, passing Saria’s room as she stopped and looked head, not glancing at the door, a sigh escaping her lips. “I just wish I could truly trust all of them. But some have done enough to deserve the scorn I feel.” She said, before starting to walk again, leaving the door behind as a figure stood around the corner as he heard that, Bael walking from the shadows and looking down the oath. “So, the royals have some things that they keep hidden about everyone? I wonder…” he said before shaking his head “I shouldn’t stick my nose where it doesn’t belong, it already caused me enough issues now.” He said and shook his head. He was curious as to why Silcia and Saria detested one another but he knew it would come to light in due time as he walked off to tend to his own matters. One thing that still lingered in his mind was Alucard, where his body went, after he had killed him the body had disappeared when he and Draga went to find it. He entered his own room and sighed as he looked at a small paintings that resides on his bedside.
He picked it up and tightly held it, shaking a bit as he examined it, it was an older painting of himself with Marie, and a scratched out and erased wolf, the back saying “Bael, Marie and Alucard traitor. 19XX.” The word traitor looking newer than the names. It was a painting of the three, younger and seemingly happy, something that none of them showed anymore, even now with his two friends dead. Bael set the painting down and fell to his knees, gripping his bed and started crying, something he’d never show anyone. “If only… you didn’t turn out like HIM… you, Marie, and my family… you’d all still be here, no one would’ve died. Now you’re all dead.” He said, clutching the sheet tighter and crying, his tears falling down his face and hitting the floor beside the bed. He blamed himself, he couldn’t save any of them. He never wanted to kill Alucard, Marie or his own wife. All three times… his hand was forced. Now all he could do, was hope, and fight to make sure no one else must suffer what he once did. He swore upon his life that he wouldn’t let anyone else have to go through everything he did.
Not to far away from the kingdom resided a little encampment, there was a group of soldiers from an unknown group sitting around a fire as a person in blood red armor walked out of a tent and walking over to the group. “Tomorrow, we invade the nearby town and force them to either join us, or kill them off. It’s time that we take the fight to the so called royals who thought it okay to force all of us lower class people to suffer.” A feminine, yet strong and powerful voice rang from the armor. The person removed her helmet to show a lioness, tall, scarred, Golden fur stained with blood from the battles she fought. This is Leblanc, a women raised in the slums of Elderitch, and always treated as dirt. She was strong and fought for those in a low class that couldn’t fight for themselves. She wielded two axes on her sides, both ready to be drawn and used to fight. All her soldiers stood and watched her, she was feared and respected all at once, and cared for her team. Despite only being a dozen, she knew they were strong and wanted to make them grow. He plan was to revolt against the royals and make them lay for how they treat lower classes.
“General Leblanc, by your order we are ready.” One spoke up, a black and silver panther standing in bandits robes. He wasn’t much for a soldier because of his smaller size but he had the nimbleness and agility to fight and dispatch people, so she brought him along as a bandit of sorts, playing the role of an assassin when needed. He was high ranking in the group, but was more of the background person, Leblanc always got his opinion though despite that. “We shall follow your lead and will accomplish your noble ideals.” The panther said. He was Sazh, he was another member of the lower class, but didn’t share the same hatred she had. But that didn’t stop him from following Leblanc to what she wanted to accomplish. They were friends for a long time so it wasn’t a surprise to anyone that he fought alongside her. Leblanc smiled at the panther and nodded, looking over her smal batallion. She wasn’t much for large armies so something of this size was perfect for her, as long as she played her cards right than even the smallest of armies would achieve her goals. “You guys train a bit before we settle in. I’m going to head to the river to look around, see if I can find any scraps from the battle against Drazernon, knowing those royals they didn’t bother gathering the lesser gear.” She announced and headed off as they group nodded and all went to get some practice in.
The lioness marched towards the river and set down her axes and helmet, and began taking off the armor she was wearing, underneath wearing a simple plain black shirt and cloth pants, she was thinner and not as built up as one might expect, the armor being quite the deception as she didn’t look it but she was strong enough to carry around such bulky armor. The woman sighed as she rolled up her pant legs and gently set her feet into the water and grunted, all the marching and training had started wearing on her body, leaving some scars, but the water was a relief to her. She looked around at the night sky and smiled softly, despite her intent, she didn’t seem like the dangerous or harsh type, she was quite the opposite, she was caring and maternal despite her skills. Her thoughts as she looked up at the night sky were cut short as she noticed something floating in the water, she wasn’t exactly sure what, but it looked like a body, her only doubt was the fact there was no blood around it, like it had been dead for a while. She carefully treaded over to the body and examined it, it wasn’t familiar to her. A brown wolf, no older than she was, and had a clotted up bloodshot wound on his forehead. “Even a body of one of Drazernon’s troops. Those royals have no bounds.” She growled as she gently lifted the body, it limp and drenched as she held him and carried him back to land. She made quick work of perching him up against the tree beside her armor and stood, making her way to the camp. “Sash, Melody, I need you to.” She ordered and just motioned them to follow.
The panther followed, alongside that of a silver wolf woman, taller than Sazh and had light green eyes. Her ears twitched a bit at the sight of the body, she wasn’t new to the sight but it was never settling. Leblanc carefully knelt before the body and started tracing her finger into the dirt, as if starting a ritual. “I need you to to perform the spell, the one I swore we’d forget.” She sighed “I want to leave it forever forgotten but this is one step to stopping those royals from doing what they want. Just this last time.” She told the two who got uneasy at the mention of the spell. “You want is to bring this person back to life in hopes he will help us? And if he doesn’t?” The wolf asked as she seemed skeptical but wasn’t exactly disagreeing with her leader. “Its a risk we have to take I guess.” Sazh said as he clasped his hands together and started carefully mouthing something slowly. Melody didn’t like where this was going but she didn’t argue, doing the same as Sazh, and mouthing the same spell. Leblanc stood up and back and carefully pointed her sword to the center, a green light slowly forming where she wrote and being brought to the sword, the sword taking on the same color.
Leblanc shut her eyes and breathed slowly, and using seeing the final strand of light enter her sword, without a second thought, swung her sword into the air and bringing it down right in front of the body. The light quick to find its place went towards the body, slowly heading al the wounds it had, some that most didn’t notice apart from the bullet hole. After a few seconds, the body slowly blinked, and breathed gently, new life being brought to it. It slowly looked up, and raised his paw as he examined it, lightly opening and closing it. He seemed to be flooding with memories as he saw who was before him. “Can you hear me, give me a name or any indication that you can.” Leblanc asked gently as the man breathed softly as he looked her in the eye.
“Alucard…” He said, his voice slowly coming back.