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Blood Is Chapter 2-9
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Do I really have to mention that I don't own Castlevania? If I did, we would have gotten to see Julius curbstomp Dracula, the storyline would have been neatened up a bit, and Dracula and Alucard would have just HUGGED already after the reveal in Lords of Shadow 2.
Summary: Lords of Shadow Continuity: AU to Mirror of Fate and Lords of Shadow 2: Trevor wasn't the only one that had the truth of his parentage kept from him by the Brotherhood.
A/N: Thanks to Orionali for letting me borrow Delilah the Indian Flying Fox. If you don't know who Delilah is, make sure to check out Orionali's fic “The Progeny”. It's well worth a read.
9.
He couldn't sleep.
Adelar grumbled to himself as he wandered the darkened house. If his father could see him, he'd lecture him for wandering around after dark like his vampire of a cousin, but he really couldn't bring himself to care about what his father thought at the moment. He had too much on his mind to sleep, and after tossing and turning uselessly for several hours, he had given up on it and decided to take a walk to hopefully settle his mind.
And I can see how well that's worked. he thought as he walked the long hall that led to Uncle Wolfram's study. The same study where he'd been told that Lord Rosier and Uncle Wolfram had agreed that he was to wed Julia Rosier in the early fall. The wedding was only a week away, and Adelar could say that he was not looking forward to it, not at all. His new bride-to-be was delighted that he had "asked" for her, (If she only knew that he had been asking about her sister, a fact that Uncle Wolfram found hilarious and made no attempt to hide it.) and she had made it no secret that she was looking forward to the wedding night more than the wedding itself. Her father was delighted that he had finally managed to find a husband for his older daughter, and Adelar's own father was happy that his son's impending marriage had settled the worst of the rumors swirling around. It wouldn't do for the future Lord Cronqvist to be considered a homosexual, after all, no matter how untrue it was.
The future Lord Cronqvist. Adelar had to bite back a derisive snort. He wasn't fit to be anyone's lord, especially not one as powerful as his uncle. He had been raised as the heir apparent after Cousin Gabriel had been stolen from his cradle, so he was aware of just what kind of work load he would be inheriting, and truthfully, he didn't want any part of it. If it hadn't been for the fact that his father had been wanting that place for himself for so long, he would have declined his position as heir and passed it down to Tobias. His father would have beaten him within an inch of his life for attempting it though, so he had kept his thoughts on the matter quiet his entire life.
Father was beginning to scare him. Cordrin Cronqvist had never been the warm, loving, fatherly type, the opposite of how Uncle Wolfram was acting towards Gabriel, and Adelar would never tell anyone that he was more than a little envious of his cousin over it. He couldn't remember a single time his father had shown him any sort of affection, and he had come to the conclusion as a boy that his father actually resented him for having the place as heir. Now though, mere coldness and resentment had turned to anger and, dare he say it, hate. Adelar had known for years that his father and uncle didn't get along, but some of the things he had been hearing made him wonder just what kind of man his father was. All he had was rumors and barely overheard whispers, but that had been enough to send his mind spinning. If everything was true, then Father had been behind Gabriel's kidnapping all those years ago, which meant he was also responsible for all the deaths that had occurred that night. Adelar himself had only been a few months old then, and he had been safely in the main nursery under the watch of his nurse when the attack had happened, but he had often thought of how easily it could have been him that had been stolen that night. What if the attackers had gotten the wrong room and grabbed the wrong child? Would he had been raised to do what no one else wanted to?
Adelar would admit that he wasn't all that bright, at least not compared to his brilliant uncle, but he was certainly no fool. His father didn't love him; he probably didn't even like him, so if the Brotherhood had grabbed him instead of Gabriel, there would have been no attempt to reclaim him. There probably would have been an attempt to make sure they came back for Gabriel, but it was a certainty that Cordrin Cronqvist would have never asked for his son back. With the heir apparent and the heir presumptive gone, the headship would have fallen to Lord Cronqvist's younger brother, and who's to say the man wouldn't have arranged for an accident to befall his brother then?
Honestly, Adelar wasn't surprised such a thing hadn't happened already.
In the weeks since Gabriel and Gabriel's young son had come home, he had heard things. His father barely spoke to him, and that was never anything of consequence, but Adelar had ears, and he had heard his father muttering to himself off and on. Father was desperate to have Gabriel and Trevor out of the house and out of the way, and some of the things he had grumbled to himself when he thought no one was listening had made Adelar shiver.
He really should go to Uncle Wolfram about what he had heard, but he wasn't sure it would do any good. One, he only had Father's vague mutterings and no actual proof, so it was doubtful that Uncle would act on it. Two, his father would deny it all anyway, which led back to the issue of having no proof. Three, Father would be furious with him and would beat him into a bloody, quivering wreck. Killing or nearly killing the heir of a noble family was a serious crime and carried a hefty punishment, but that wouldn't do Adelar any good if he was already dead or left crippled by his father's rage. It was another thing he would never admit, but he was afraid of his father. The man had never been violent with him except the occasional smack or slap, but that anger had always been there, as far back as Adelar could remember, simmering just under the surface, waiting to explode. He did not want to be nearby when it finally did, and he really didn't want to be the one responsible for setting it off.
A glint of light caught his attention out of the corner of his eye, and he shook himself out of his thoughts and looked to his right. He was in front of the door to Uncle Wolfram's study, and said door was open, even though it was always closed at night. Who had opened it? Had Uncle forgotten to close it? And where had that glint come from?
Adelar stepped into the room, and his eyes fell upon a shard of some kind lying on the floor, reflecting the moonlight that came through the windows back at him. What was that, and what was it doing on the floor? He found himself walking into the study, a place he was forbidden to enter without his uncle's permission, before he could think about it, and he picked up the little shard, which was hanging from a leather cord.
Just a mirror shard, he thought as he looked at it. If it wasn't clearly intended to be worn, he would think it nothing special. Why did Uncle Wolfram have such a thing?
The mirror began to shine, and Adelar let out a yelp and nearly dropped it.
"What devilry is this?" he breathed as the light continued to shine for a few seconds before fading. Once it cleared, he found himself unable to look away at what was showing on the previously reflective surface. His heartbeat pounded in his chest as though he'd been running for miles as he watched the scenes play out, and then he dropped the mirror to the floor and fled the room without looking back.
******
Gabriel shivered as a rain scented breeze blew across the area as he moved into the clearing, and the distant sky lit up with lightning. Perhaps he should have stayed home again? Well, at least he didn't have to worry about catching a chill. Hopefully his parents wouldn't send out the guard to search for him if it started to rain. The squeaking of bats out hunting for their nightly meal fell on his ears, and he glanced up to see them fly in front of the moon just before clouds rolled in to cover it. Lightning arced across the sky, and his skin tingled in response.
He crossed the clearing to his shelter as thunder rumbled through the air, and he felt the ground vibrate under his feet. The storm was closing in fast; perhaps he should have stayed home instead of coming out here. He didn't know if he could survive being hit by lightning, and he didn't fancy taking a chance on it. He paused and looked up at the approaching storm and felt something within him pull in that direction. What was that? The pull came stronger as the storm closed in, and he stood and watched the boiling clouds, lit up from below and within by bright blue forks of lightning. Within him, the same dark place that had called forth his whip seemed to call out, and the storm almost seemed to be answering as lightning streaked down to strike a tree on the edge of the clearing across from him. Thunder roared around him, drowning out the sound of shattering wood, as the trunk of the tree exploded, scattering charred bits of wood everywhere.
He faintly heard the bats again as the thunder subsided and wondered why they hadn't taken shelter from the approaching weather, but that thought was quickly abandoned when his skin began to prickle,a and he felt his hair stand up. His heartbeat picked up speed as he looked up, and he thought he could see the blue light streaking down towards him. He held up his hand in a futile gesture to shield himself and shut his eyes. Thunder exploded around him, but nothing happened. No heat, no pain, no loss of consciousness. Gabriel peeped his eyes open to see his hand crackling with forking lines of light so bright that they nearly appeared white. He lowered his arms as he straightened up and looked at it, and he felt the electricity crackling across his skin, but without hurting him in anyway. His hand looked just as Laura's did before she had used her own lightning. Did that mean...?
He looked up at the smoking stump that was all that remained of the tree across from him, and he threw his hand out like he did for summoning his shadow whip. He yelped and skipped back a few steps when blue-white light streaked across the clearing and struck the remains of the tree. The stump glowed for a split second, and then it blew apart just as the main trunk had a few minutes before. He yanked his hand back, and the lightning vanished entirely. It was no longer crackling around his hand, but he could feel it waiting just under the surface, waiting for his call.
He stared at his pale skinned hand with its black tipped fingers and long black claws as the wind picked up around him, sending his hair and clothing waving about. He looked back up at the ragged, light streaked clouds above him and threw both arms up. Lightning crackled down from above down to him, and he laughed when it did nothing to him as it make contact with his hands. He laughed again when he looked down and thrust his arms out in front of him, and electricity streaked out of his hands and arced across the clearing to strike another tree. There was a loud buzzing, and bright flash, and a loud crack! as the trunk snapped into two. The top half toppled over to land against its neighbor, and Gabriel bared his fangs in a predatory smile. Like he had after the summoning of the whip, he began to whirl and strike the area around him, calling up the lightning and sending it forth. He treated it like a blade, a very long blade, and he paused and thought for a second.
With a thought, he called it up again and commanded it to take the shape he wanted it to take. A ball formed in his hand, and with a tingling and a faint crackle, a blade came out of it, as though it was being drawn tip first from a scabbard. The ball of lightning faded as he grasped the hilt in his hand, and he raised the newly created sword up to look at it as the first drops of rain began to pat down around him.
It was a large, two handed long sword, though he held it easily with one hand and barely noticed its weight. This hilt was black, with a cone shaped pommel and faintly glowing silver- blue colored lines running through it that made him think of crackling electricity. The handgrip flowed smoothly into the crossguard, which flared out into diamond shapes at the ends, and curved up into a point towards the blade. There was another curved, pointed section above that – how had the hilt come out so elaborate? - and then the blade extended up from there.
The blade certainly looked like metal, and it felt solid when he touched it with his other hand, though contact with it made his fingers tingle slightly. The middle of the blade was dark, nearly black, and it reflected no light. Not even the bright light of the constant lightning flashes from above caught on the blade. The arcing blue from the hilt continued up about half the blade's total length. The dual cutting edges were lighter, but they were still very dark, and they were free from any markings. The entire sword, from pommel to impossibly pointed tip, was nearly as long as he was tall, and he hefted in his hands a few times and made a few quick practice swings to get the feel of it.
Every swing resulted in the sound of crackling lightning, and bright blue streaks traveled in the air behind the sword as electricity arced over and around it. It moved gracefully and easily just as the whip did. It was an extension of him, and it was his to wield and command. He hadn't handled a bladed weapon since the age of eleven, but that mattered not as he once again acted out a deadly dance against invisible foes. Lightning forked down around him as he moved, the wind howled, and the lightning and wind combined to form a swirling vortex of blue light around him. He raised the sword to the sky as the storm itself answered his command. The vortex tightened its spiral as the thunder roared around him, and the bats that he had heard nearby were caught up in it. Instead of being injured and killed, they flew up the spiraling winds, unhindered by the lightning, and their presence seemed to call to him.
He let out a yell as he felt his body shift and change, and he found himself soaring on the air currents with them. He felt multiple pairs of wings beating, saw the storm from multiple pairs of eyes, and heard the other bats from multiple pairs of ears. They soared through the storm clouds, untouched by the driving rain, hail, and lightning, rode the updrafts, and swooped towards the ground on the downdrafts. They streaked across the tops of the trees, riding the storm as it rolled over the land below them, and Gabriel felt his soul soar, freer than he had ever felt.
They skimmed low to the ground, and flew into a spiraling pattern, lower and lower to the ground, and Gabriel felt himself return to normal as he touched the ground, and he released his hold on the storm. The bats scattered to return to their roost, and he watched them vanish over the horizon as the storm moved on and away. He stood there for the longest moment, ignoring the water that streamed from his hair and clothing, coming down from the exhilaration he had felt. With a smile, he turned away from the retreating storm clouds and started towards home, tired but feeling satisfied with what he had accomplished. He would go home, get out of his sopping wet clothes, climb into his warm bed, and sleep -
He paused; what was that sound?
He cocked his head, and his hearing was quick to pick up the faint peeping from somewhere nearby. He turned towards it before he could think, and he quickly located the source.
"Oh," he breathed softly in the quieting night as he saw the battered creature lying in the tall grass.
It was a bat, larger than the bats he had flown with before, larger than any bat he had ever seen for that matter. It had large ears, a long snout, and expressive brown eyes that made him think of a fox. The body was covered with dark brown and reddish brown fur, with a red ruff at the base of the neck and on the upper chest. It was flapping its obviously broken wings in a vain attempt to get up, and he quickly reached out and gently scooped it up into his hand. He made soft soothing sounds as he picked it up, and he quickly saw just how severely injured the poor creature was.
He bit into the finger of his other hand without thinking about what he was doing, and he held it up to the tiny mouth. A long pink tongue snaked out and lapped at the dripping blood before the bite closed. With a series of soft pops, the broken bones mended themselves, the tears in the wing sails closed, and the weak peeps became strong squeaks. Gabriel smiled as the bat rolled over in his hand and used the large grasping claws on each wing to clamber up his sleeve and nestle against his shoulder.
"Don't you have somewhere to be?" he asked, not really expecting an answer, but the bat squeaked and grasped his sleeve harder. "I suppose not then."
Another squeak. He laughed quietly and petted the soft fur on its head. "Where did you come from? I've never seen a bat like you before." The bat squeaked again, and Gabriel sighed as the first sounds of birdsong reached his ears. "You're not going to fly away, are you?"
Squeak.
"I thought not. Well, I guess you can come home with me. I just hope no one reacts badly to seeing you there."
******
Gabriel slipped inside the house just as the sun broke over the horizon, and he took the fasted route to his rooms, not wanting anyone to see the little animal still clinging to his sleeve. He walked into his sitting room, and the bat squeaked and launched itself from his shoulder.
"What are you doing?"
The bat ignored him, squeaking in excitement, and he saw what it was after when it landed on a bowl of fruit that one of the servants had left for him for whatever reason. It wasn't much, just a few apples, pears, and strawberries, but the bat proceeded to tear into them with abandon and hungrily devour the pulp.
"So that's what you eat? Fruit?" The bat turned its head to look at him, chomping happily on a small chunk of apple, and then turned back to its meal. Gabriel shrugged. "Enjoy. I'm going to take a bath."
He left the bat to its breakfast and wandered into the other room, where he found a bath and a change of clothes waiting on him. The servants had not stayed around this time, for which he was grateful. He stripped out of his wet clothes and stepped into the steaming water. As he had before, he soaked until the water started to cool off, and he then bathed himself, climbed out, dried off, dressed for bed, and then went in search of his new pet.
The bat was not at the fruit bowl, and a quick search found it hanging from one of the ceiling beams in a shadowed corner of the bedroom, wrapped in its wings with its eyes closed. He reached up and gently ran a finger over its head, and it made a soft peep as he did so. He smiled faintly; it was actually a bit.. cute.
"I hope no one comes in here and spots you hanging there." he said, and the bat responded by hiding its face inside the folds of its wings. Gabriel sighed and shook his head before he turned towards his bed and climbed in. The rising sun as well as the events of the night quickly sent him into slumber as the tiny heartbeat of the bat in the corner sounded in his ears.
******
The squeaks of a bat roused him just after sunset, and he sat up in bed and rubbed at his eyes just as it fluttered down to hang onto his arm and shoulder like it had the previous night. He lightly rubbed its head between its ears, and it seemed to purr in delight.
"I need to name you." he said as he got up. "I can't keep calling you "it".
The bat only squeaked in response and flew through the open bedroom door. A quick glance showed him that the bat appeared to be female, so that was a starting point at least. She flew over to the half chewed bowl of fruit and started snacking on it, and Gabriel couldn't help but smile at the sight as he turned his attention to getting dressed. Once that was taken care of, he finger combed his hair and left the room to go feed himself, but before he could close the door, the bat squeaked loudly and launched herself at him again. She climbed up onto his arm and rested her head on his shoulder as he walked through the thankfully empty halls to the butcher's.
With his thirst satisfied, he paused to listen for a certain pair of heartbeats and wandered in that direction. He found his parents in the informal parlor, seated by the fireplace. His father was reading, and his mother was working on some kind of needlework, though her stitches were a bit sloppy and uneven as she held it close to her face to see what she was doing. They looked up as he walked in, and Mother smiled, put her needlework aside, and stood up to embrace him.
"Gabriel," she said warmly as he arms came around him, and he returned the embrace as she stretched up to kiss him on the cheek. She didn't seem to notice the dark brown shape clinging to his arm and shoulder. Father, however, did, and he frowned.
"Gabriel," he asked, "why do you have a bat on your shoulder?"
Mother started. "A bat! Why would you bring a bat home?"
Gabriel sat down as the bat climbed up to cuddle against his neck. "She was hurt, and I healed her, so she decided to stay with me." He shrugged slightly, mindful of the small body on his shoulder. "What was I supposed to do? Pry her off and throw her aside?"
"It's a bat, Gabriel."
He frowned in annoyance. "And I'm a vampire. You're fine with a vampire in the house, but not a bat that eats only fruit?"
Mother still didn't seem convinced. "But -"
Father sighed. "Let it go, Edeline. He has a point that that bat is no more dangerous than he is. If he wants to keep it, then he may."
The bat squeaked, and Gabriel couldn't help but smile when he felt a tiny nose touch the base of his neck. He reached up and petted her, and thought again that he needed to come up with a name soon for his new little friend. Mother gave the bat once last uneasy glance and returned to her seat, but she did not pick up her needlework. Gabriel sat down beside her.
Father eyed the bat for a moment. "I've never seen one so large."
Gabriel turned to look at his new pet, and he gave her a small smile. "I haven't either. I've never heard of fruit eating bats either, so I don't know where she came from or how she got here."
"How did you find her?" Mother asked.
"I found her after the storm, with two broken wings. I healed her, but she refused to let go of me, so here she is."
Father turned away and looked at the fireplace. "We were worried about that storm. We didn't know if you had made it through safely until we came to check on you after you went to bed."
Gabriel bowed his head; he had forgotten to tell them he was home. "I'm sorry. I was just tired and cold when I got home, and I didn't want anyone to see the bat, so I went straight to my rooms."
"Did you have any luck at least?"
"I did." He raised his arm, and the bat fluttered away to hang from a curtain rod as he summoned his new sword. His parents' eyes widened as the blade appeared, and he held it out for them to inspect for a moment, before he dismissed it.
"I imagine that that will come in handy." Father said appreciatively.
"I just need someone to test it against. I'd like to know if the lightning crackling around the blade will have an affect on anyone that touches it.
"I could feel the hairs on my arms standing up when you had it out, so I believe it will." Mother commented.
"Hopefully it will be useful against more.. supernatural opponents." Gabriel said as his bat fluttered back down to rest on his arm. He rubbed her head between her ears, and Father smiled faintly at the sight.
"Keep her out of sight, Gabriel." he warned. "We're treading thin enough ice as it is."
"I understand."
"I'll see that the servants leave out bowls of fruit and water in your room everyday for her."
Gabriel gave his father a smile, "Thank you." and the bat seemed to squeak in agreement.
Father chuckled as he stood up. "It is late, Gabriel. Are you going out again tonight?"
"I don't know. I might take a break for a few days."
"Well, if you do, don't forget to come see us when you return, alright? I wasn't able to relax any until I went to check on you and found you asleep in your bed this morning."
"I will. I'm sorry for worrying you."
"No harm was intended, son, and no harm was done." Father gently laid a hand on his shoulder. "Goodnight, Gabriel. Be safe."
"Goodnight, Father."
Mother leaned over and kissed him on the cheek, which made him smile. "Goodnight, Gabriel. Like your father said, be careful if you go out tonight."
"I will, Mother. Goodnight."
The walked out of the room, and Gabriel turned to face the fireplace as their heartbeats moved away. The crackling and popping of the fire sounded loud to his hearing, but the room still seemed quiet as he sat in the otherwise empty room. He stared mindlessly at the flames for a long moment, and then he blinked and turned to the bat on his shoulder.
"Would you like Bridget as your name, perhaps?"
There was a pause, and then the bat let out a low squeak that was definitely a no.
"Alma?"
Another no.
"Lydia?"
No.
"Charlotte?"
No.
"Delilah?"
Another pause, and then the bat let out a happy sounding chirp.
"Of course you went for the biblical name." Gabriel sighed and lightly rubbed the bat's soft, delicate ears. "Delilah it is."
Delilah chirped again, and Gabriel stood up. "Come then, Delilah. Let's go find something to keep ourselves busy through the night." Delilah squeaked in response, and Gabriel walked out of the room, with her clinging to his arm and shoulder.
******
Liam swept his eyes across the hall, as the men and boys enjoyed breakfast before beginning the day's work and training. Light conversation filled the room as people trickled in and sat down, and Liam noted that quite a number of them had what appeared to be letters in their hands. Mail was often read during meals, as many of them had families that they were in regular contact with. Few were completely cut off from all of their relations, as he himself had been.
His attention was drawn away from thoughts of letters and a long forgotten family when the older children came in. Many of them waved at him as they moved to their seats, and he smiled as they tucked into their food. He had never pictured himself in this position as a boy just joining the Brotherhood after his family had cast him aside to better prove for his older brother. Despite all the years that had passed since then, the memory of his parents telling him that he would have to go away because they were too poor to take care of him as well as his brother, and the sight of his father leaving him and riding away without looking back, were burned into his mind. The feeling of not being wanted was one he could never forget, and he would be damned if he allowed it to happen to another family's son.
Which is why he was ready to tear his hair out in frustration at not finding anything about where Cecil and William had vanished to. He knew his former friends well enough to know that they would have no qualms about ripping Trevor from his father's arms if it suited their needs, no matter what Trevor did or did not want. That they had nefarious plans for Gabriel just hardened his determination further. They had tormented that boy enough; it was time to leave him be.
Gabriel had never known it, but Liam had asked William about adopting him as his own years ago, when Gabriel had still been small, but William had refused to even consider it. It was uncommon, but certainly not heard of, for members of the Brotherhood to take in the unwanted children that were left on the doorstep and raise them as their own. Liam had been surprised then at William's flat refusal, but now he understood. Gabriel having a loving father would have wrecked William and Cecil's plans, and they couldn't have allowed that to happen. Only the stubborn persistence of Lord and Lady Cronqvist had prevented whatever scheme they had had from reaching its conclusion, and Liam found himself grateful to them for stepping in where he had not been able to.
His meal finished, Liam shook his head clear of such thoughts and stood up from the table. People were wandering out of the hall in twos and threes to go about their chores, and Liam nodded at a few that made eye contact with him as he went, and then he retreated to William's – his – study to get started on some work of his own. He had long ago given up on finding anything of use in William's rooms, and he had cleared them out and was in the slow process of making them his own. It would be a while yet, though, before they truly felt like his. Just as it would be a while before he felt as though he had done something to make up for what Gabriel had suffered.
"Master Liam?"
Liam started and turned to see Anzhel standing in the doorway. "What is it, Anzhel?"
The boy looked at him with concerned blue eyes. "You seem worried. Are you all right?"
Liam managed a small smile at the child's worry. "I am fine, child. Just an old man gathering wool."
"Are you sure?"
"I am sure. Run along to your chores now."
Anzhel gave him a smile. "Yes, sir." The boy turned away, and then he paused and turned back. "Master Liam?"
"Yes?"
"Everything will work out, Master Liam. I know it will." The boy gave him another smile and scurried out of the room, leaving Liam staring at the now empty doorway in surprise.
******
A/N 3: See I did manage to slip the Void Sword in there, kinda. I was simply unable to come up with a new design, so I borrowed the Void Sword and tweaked it slightly.
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Just for fun, a scene that was cut but was too funny to just throw away:
Water streamed from his clothing and hair to the floor as he walked into the house.
"Gabriel!" His mother's shriek could be heard even over the roar of the storm as she ran to him and threw her arms around him. "Gabriel, where have you been! Look at you; you're soaked! You're going to catch your death!"
Behind her, Father started laughing, and Mother seemed to have realized what she had said. She let go of him and stepped back. "I'm never going to get you warmed up at this rate." she scolded. "Go get dried off. Honestly, what were you thinking staying out in such weather."
Gabriel couldn't help the smile on his face as he shuffled off to his rooms to do as he'd been told.
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http://www.zoo.org/page.aspx?pid=2273#.VeZRRJcQhro
My best friend and I have a good laugh when playing Lament of Innocence for the first time and hearing the name of Mathias' wife. We knew where that had come from. XD
*listens* From the first note, I can tell I'm not going to like this version. It sounds familiar, so I've heard it before, but I think I know why I never paid much attention to it.
*shrugs* I got nothing else. XD *starts up laptop* Let's see if I can log in on a different computer.
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That's fairy snuff. :) I just like Annie Lennox's stuff, I grew up listening to it. I love the lyrics.
*Laughs* Ooooops..... now I'm suddenly picturing amusing ideas of music videos for LoS using Tanz der Vampire..... that just makes so much wrongness..... Gott ist Tott fits Gabriel (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HnsJsMgdB1M). But Alucard being equated with Herbert in Wenn Liebe in dir Ist just makes for so many funnies. (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0U12riB7n7E)
I think that the use of Elizabeta as Mathias's wife's name, and the fact that she dies, is the huge flashing sign which tells you of what's going to happen with Mathias.
Muwahahhaha! Good luck!
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gXYmfg09uWM I forgot about this video. It's another good one.
Nope, I can't log in. Neither can Lita, and she's firing off an email too. Let's hope they get going on this and get it up and running soon.