09/30/2023 06:23 PM  The Demon Castle War.   " The only thing necessary for evil to triumph is for good men to do nothing." Character: Adrian F. Ţepeş Display Name: 𝓣𝓇𝒶𝑔𝒾𝒸 𝓟𝓇𝒾𝓃𝒸𝑒 Verse: Castlevania/Crossovers Writing: Para - Multi para                Armageddon S hades of crimson and mangled bodies stretched as far as the eye could see — some of demons — some of men. The unique stench of Death was ready to greet any newcomers brave enough to enter the chaos. War cries filled with testosterone accompanied the ear piercing racket of high powered assault rifles that challenged the most wicked abominations imaginable. Screeches not meant to be heard by man continued to reverberate, as some monsters fell and others powered forward unphased. Things meant to be nothing more than folktale to entertain or frighten children were proven to be more than just that the last twenty four hours. Mankind had long forgotten such horrors existed or perhaps left it buried in the past, leading to future generations having no clue such terrors existed. This was not to say all forgot. The Belnades clan, Belmonts, and other long tenured groups were ready for this day. This was said to be something far worse than what their ancestors ever faced; the great prophet who foretold this as man's greatest battle was alas correct. Throughout many of the planet's most populated concrete jungles, nightmarish creatures of all kind were deployed by the long forgotten Count. Too long had they been allowed to flourish and remain naive of what awaited them in the dark. Lisa's blood was still on their hands; it always will be. Generations of oblivious descendants did not change what their ancestors took; time could never heal that wound, only twist the knife harder. A great majority of each nation's militia were busy fighting off invading forces in their own backyard, while select special forces were sent to the heart of the problem: a floating castle. Some world leaders ignored the advice given to them by the representatives of each veteran occult organization. Although the majority of their troops were kept at home to defend, many men were recklessly sent to experience the last moments of their life in a gory crescendo. Swooping down without warning on a werewolf about to sink its blade-like teeth into a colonel's throat, came a blur of an object — hardly recognizable. For a split second it was the shape of a bat. The next? A full grown man donning garments outdated by centuries delivered a ferocious kick to the temple of the damned creature of hell. Following the thunderous crack of the werewolf's skull fracturing, the sound of a blade unsheathing and tearing into flesh resonated in the immediate area. By the time the creature's corpse sagged onto the cold brick floor, the savior of the military unit was already upon the next creature. Marvelous ethereal crimson trailed his movements faster than the human eye could keep up with. "Gather what is left of your men and flee — protect your settlements. Your presence only hinders the progress of my allies and myself from defeating Dracula." The Dhampir spoke softly, yet with such a commanding tone at the same time. Still in motion with no hand to command it, the blade that bore his family's name came racing in the direction of a minotaur he hurled into the sky. In one circular motion, the Alucard Sword disemboweled the beast and returned to its rightful owner's opened palm. Placing a considerable amount of strength into his grip, while his offhand pressed against the dull side of the blade, Alucard parried the chopping swing of an Axe Lord. Sparks danced off the weapons, as the battleaxe clanged off the half-breed's sword. Once again the crimson aura trailed his breakneck maneuvering. By now the men heeded his words and were all aboard the black hawk helicopter; its blades whirling to life.   "AWWWWOOOOOGHHH!!!!" Combusting in wicked flames reserved only for the damned, this Axe Lord perished like those that came before and those that were sure to join the rest in due time. "How many more times must we engage in this tiresome clash of wills," muttered the halfling in regards to his father's hollow ambitions. Ever the one to keep himself and belongings immaculate, Alucard flicked the accumulation of ichor from his primary weapon. With the immediate area purged of the unholy abominations, he continued on his journey. Alucard © 🦇 0 Comments  Report Post

09/30/2023 05:58 PM  Modern sample.   " The only thing necessary for evil to triumph is for good men to do nothing." Character: Adrian F. Ţepeş Display Name: 𝓣𝓇𝒶𝑔𝒾𝒸 𝓟𝓇𝒾𝓃𝒸𝑒 Verse: Castlevania/Crossovers Writing: Para - Multi para     Paranormal Investigator No longer did he retreat into shadowy obscurity in some unnamed crypt for centuries at a time. It was the 21st century, and he now operated with a different approach along with an alter ego. Exhausted was the Dhampir who opposed his own father's vengeful campaign against humanity time and time again. To uphold your dying mother's wish, and ensuring your manic father's demise — it was the epitome of heart-rending. "𝘖𝘵𝘴𝘶𝘬𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘢 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘢." Finishing a conversation with a colleague on his cell phone, the raven haired man dressed in sleek black business attire eyed a stranger coming his way. From head to toe, everything is a façade. All of this to roam freely, and gather information without drawing attention from those he opposes. Cold orbs gaze at the offering for all but two seconds. Predestined fate? Or perhaps just dumb luck? Looks like he ran into the place of interest's owner. Best to play nice, so he can optimize the success of his assignment. A nod of the head, and he accepts the slip of paper. "Yes, I believe I've heard pleasantries of your drinks here and there from business associates. Arguably the best in the region, they've said." Alucard © 🦇 0 Comments  Report Post

09/30/2023 05:20 PM  A hunger which doesn't cease. (pt.3)   " The only thing necessary for evil to triumph is for good men to do nothing." Character: Adrian F. Ţepeş Display Name: 𝓣𝓇𝒶𝑔𝒾𝒸 𝓟𝓇𝒾𝓃𝒸𝑒 Verse: Castlevania/Crossovers Writing: Para - Multi para     THE EVIL THAT TEMPTS MAN Knowing the general whereabouts of his objective made his journey a swift one. Like hours earlier the wolf became upright, and humanoid in one fluid motion. Platinum blond locks and twilight cloak swayed, while amber hues scanned the immediate area. By now the pulpy carcass was in the early stages of predation — likely by other night creatures, and pests. Ashen frame of the skeletal structure was partially distinguishable in some areas. Squirming maggots caressed every square inch, indulging in their prize. Considerable patches of swarming flies were also quick at work. The stench, as to be expected, was horrid. Though, his senses had long since been hardened by exposure to a far more volume of such gore. Instead just a slight crinkle of his nose, and the narrowing eyes showed a miniscule sign of repugnance. Shifting from the festival of insectoids he scanned the area not only with his eyes, but with his supernatural senses. There. Just as he suspected his intuition was correct. The crunching of dried leaves and twigs could be heard as long black boots ushered him to the area of interest. A hand rose and digits traced along a scanty trace of residual dark magic; invisible to the human eye. It was foreign to him. Likely practiced and perfected in far off lands. The only thing he could tell for certain was it did not belong. With a bit of time perhaps he could ascertain more. Unfortunately, there were other concerns to investigate. An unexpected wail from the village caused amber hues to shift in its direction. A fool he was. "Twas a folly to have left with such puzzling questions unsolved." Cursing himself under his breath, the Dhampir took off in a blur; his frame adorned in crimson. This caused the flies to momentarily scatter for a second before repositioning back to their meal. Like the Wendigo moments earlier, they could resume their feast undisturbed. Not long after her soul piercing screech, Taqukaq's vessel called forth the remaining villagers attention. Alucard arrived not much longer afterwards. The platinum blond made haste towards the crowd and the survivor they hovered around. A familiar face stopped his advancement. The male villager from earlier. "Girl's a sorry sight. Never seen anything like this in all my years. We may be dealing with the Devil himself, I'm afraid." "I have dealt with worse. No matter the origin of this evil, it will be slain," he responded in an attempt to reassure him. And without another word, he continued forward — shoulder length locks and cloak swaying. It did not take much effort to make his way through the distraught crowd. Most were too busy gossiping amongst themselves, praying to their God, or outright in hysteria. Upon reaching the young woman drenched in ichor he knelt down. A hand hovered before her, holding a pristine handkerchief; the intent being to allow her to cleanse her face from the vitality of the fallen villagers. "This is for you." A patient pause before he continued. "You must tell me what you saw. Any detail, no matter how minor, will be invaluable knowledge for me to understand what we are dealing with." Though soft spoken, the deep resonance of his voice was ever so enthralling to the ear. Alucard © 🦇 0 Comments  Report Post

09/30/2023 05:16 PM  A hunger which doesn't cease.   " The only thing necessary for evil to triumph is for good men to do nothing." Character: Adrian F. Ţepeş Display Name: 𝓣𝓇𝒶𝑔𝒾𝒸 𝓟𝓇𝒾𝓃𝒸𝑒 Verse: Castlevania/Crossovers Writing: Para - Multi para      THe EVIL THAT TEMPTS MAN Curse his empathy. Aside from the wounded strangers well being the only thing else on his mind was the current path he found himself on. Some months ago, as they always seem to do, humans managed to stumble into forbidden territory. In this case it was the crypt below the ruins of his family castle. For whatever reason, the world had been without a succesor to the Belmont bloodline. They were not the end all be all for taking care of the damned, but they were the most prolific and succesful in that line of work. Worried of the possible scenario involving his father's resurrection, a desecendent from the Belnades clan sought and awakened him from eternal slumber. Now here he was, once again, putting the well being of humanity over his desire to remain dormant. If only the Library didn't crumble from the last Belmont to destroy the castle. He'd gladly direct those needing his aid to the rows, and rows of books on how to slay the endless variety of horrific creatures forever plaguing humanity. Platinum blond locks and twilight cloak swayed wildly as a strong gust momentarily rolled through the village. Amber hues remained solemn. The centuries old Dhampir eventually came to a halt on his patrol. Another lone wanderer on this faithful eve. A stout man, standing about 5 inches shorter, approached him — eyes exhausted . "Our village has been through a lot. We try our best, but those things that roam the woods shrug off most of our blows like it's nothing. Most nights are peaceful, hardly a disturbance. Other nights? You really don't know what you're gonna get." A nod was given to the stranger. "It is that way with most settlements I have come across. I have others awaiting my return, so I can not remain for long. However, I have no qualms sharing methods to better defend yourselves. For now you should return to your home; these are not hours you want to find yourself out in the open." And with that the two bid each other farewell. The villager making his way to his dwelling, and the Dhampir the opposite direction. There was still something causing him suspicion. The remains of the night creature. Not only that, but there was an unmistakble, intoxicating, lingering trace of dark magic. Could it be from the woods themselves? It was possible. It could be any numbers of things, but his intuition was telling him it was something that should not be overlooked. So off he went, back in the direction of twisting branches and foreboding darkness. Before long the illumination from the village lanterns were no more. At this point he was out of sight, and transformed back into wolf form. Unfortunately for the villagers, the halfling's curiosity would lead to dire consequences tonight. There would be blood. There would be death. And worst of all? It'd be on his hands. Alucard © 🦇 0 Comments  Report Post

09/30/2023 05:01 PM  A hunger which doesn't cease.   " The only thing necessary for evil to triumph is for good men to do nothing." Character: Adrian F. Ţepeş Display Name: 𝓣𝓇𝒶𝑔𝒾𝒸 𝓟𝓇𝒾𝓃𝒸𝑒 Verse: Castlevania/Crossovers Writing: Para - Multi para     THE EVIL THAT TEMPTS MAN Webs of shadows scattered every which way. The faint glow of a harvest moon, and some specs of illumination from the stars above, added only a miniscule amount of visibility to the oppressing darkness. The only sources of ambience were the occasional infrequent howls of wind, rustling of leaves, and sounds created by nocturnal creatures. This was, quite frankly, no man's land. Only the utmost skilled, and hardened mortals stood a chance roaming around in this most perilous environment. Eventually, a new source of ambience was added into the fray. What appeared to be a roaming predator dashed through these wicked woods at a steady pace; a lone wolf, donning a silver-white coat. But like many things encountered during these unholy hours, the gallivanting quadruped was not what it seemed. This was quickly brought into fruition the moment it noticed an unusual sight. Making a detour towards a mangled clump of gore, the wolf changed in one fluid motion. As he came to halt, the creature stood on his hindlegs. All at once it went from a beast of the forest, to a man in pristine attire. From shoulder to toe, the true form of the wanderer, the man was clad primarily in black. "Torn asunder," he remarked dryly to himself. Before him lay the slaughtered remains of a night creature. What made this odd; however, was the fact this did not seem to be done by human hands. There was hardly ever infighting between the creatures of the night. Humans were their sole focus — never each other. A twitch of an ear. There was a heart beat not too far — human at that. Judging by the pace, it seemed likely the individual was harmed as well but very much alive. Taking one last glance at the unrecognizable clumps of muscle and viscera, Alucard took off in the direction of the wounded human. He moved at speeds beyond human limits. An onyx blur navigating through the woods, which even most night creatures would have trouble catching up with. There was no need for discretion at this point. Approaching and kneeling down by the injured woman, the dhampir spoke calmly despite the situation. "Can you walk?" A short pause, while waiting for her to speak. No response. She was teetering between consciousness, and unconsciousness. Knowing now was the time for action rather than inquiry, the dhampir scooped her up in his arms. There was a settlement not too far off from here; in fact, it was his original destination prior to these recent events. He'd take her there, get her story once she recovered, and purchase the supplies he came for. Roughly a hour later they arrived. She was taken to get treatment for her wounds, while Alucard roamed the vacant grounds of the settlement. The night was still young. As much as he wished for this to be a simple side quest, he could already feel the beginnings of yet another convoluted chapter ready to unfold. What a wonderful night for something wicked to come his way. Alucard © 🦇 0 Comments  Report Post

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