Elloren stood in the entranceway of our house. Eyes glazed over. Before I could go to her, Godric held my arm. Pointing down, I followed his direction. In her right hand, Elloren held the decapitated head of her father. Falling to her knees, she let out a scream so potent to my ears I almost joined her on the ground.
Unaffected, Godric reappeared in front of Elloren. Whispering something to her, Elloren shut her mouth. With her chin buried in her chest. Godric took the decapitated head. Holding it up, no blood came from it. Remembering the last time, I saw Mr. Blackgate this did not come as a surprise. He was a walking gorestuque. Sacrificing too much of himself for rituals and blood summonings.
Mr. Blackgate’s black eyes seemed to be watching Godric exam his head. Whoever performed the decapitation did so smoothly in one cut. Judging from the smell, this happened about an hour ago. Pretty soon, the flesh will start to rot, and Mr. Blackgate will no longer be recognizable to his own daughter. Pulling out Mr. Blackgate’s tongue. Godric inspected it. Looking for signs of a spell or revival.
He is looking in the wrong direction. Elloren is the only one capable of bringing the dead back.
“Are you going to re-alive him?” I asked.
Before Elloren could register the question. I could feel someone moving dimensionally fast. Without Godric’s blood there is no way I would have been able to track Abegal’s movements without seeing them first. Standing in front of Godric, Abegal yanked Mrs. Blackgates head from Godric, swallowing it whole. The entire scene happened in between the heartbeats of Elloren.
Readjusting her jaw, I could hear her bones moving around making room for the head. Readjusting her jaw, I could hear her jaw snapping back in place. Readjusting her jaw, I could hear Mrs. Blackgate scream from the outer edge of our estate. Readjusting her jaw, I could hear Elloren finally registering what happened.
Without her father’s head. She could not re-alive him. He is dead dead. Reaching up, Elloren aimed from Abegal’s throat. Dodging Elloren’s hand as if avoiding topics of conversations one has outgrown. Abegal jumped back. She should have let Elloren grab her. The hands circling her throat now, are much more dangerous, much more prone to killing. My mother held onto Abegal’s throat without mercy without hesitation. Wrapping her hands around my mothers. Abegal glanced over to Godric. He simply shook his head. Abegal dropped her hands. No longer willing to fight for her life.
“You are an amusing toy.” My mother said. Her lovely French accent dripping in distain.
Abegal did not say anything. My mother squeezed harder resulting in Abegal falling to her knees, in her full Fairy form. Abegal clearly was fighting against her nature to attack my mother back. If she did, she would surely die. Abegal’s glass scales began to vibrate as the ones around her neck began to sharpen. Digging themselves into my mother’s skin. I can smell the poison they attempted to infect her with. It wouldn’t work. No poison could kill the black flames coursing through my mother.
If my mother has decided to kill Abegal there is nothing I can say to change her mind. There is nothing Godric can say to change her mind. Glancing back at Elloren, she slowly came to her feet. Her jeans ripping where her knees collided with the floor. Blood staining her blue sweater.
“Mrs. St. Vincent will you please release her?” Elloren’s voice was uncertain of the question it spoke. Coming to his full height Godric clapped his hands. Abegal and I seemed to be the only ones unaffected by this clap. Everything stood still. Physically the world around us existed, but made no noise to alert anyone it was alive.
“What did you do?” I asked moving towards my mother. If she is unable to move, she is unable to defend herself.
“Abegal, free yourself. Do no more than required to accomplish this.” Godric ordered.
And Abegal freed herself just as easily as when my mother caught her. Standing, Abegal closed her eyes shedding her fairy skin. Her scales transforming into icy white skin. Her bubble gum pink hair returning in waves. Even her tail deteriorated into nothingness. In this form, now that I am looking, she was indeed a psycho. A fairy metamorphous is indeed a true second soul.
Bowing her head to me she said, “Once Godric, undo’s this. The sun will be awakened.”
Looking back at Godric, he nodded his head.
“You are aware Fairy that you have needlessly angered one of the most powerful necromancers to grace this dimension and she will come for your souls.” Ires, spoke as she entered the room.
“Lord Godric. How unsettling it is to see you awake again.”
Stepping towards her, Ires backed away waving her finger. “Now Godric would you want to spill my blood in her home? We are on the same side.”
Pointing at me, Ires stepped forward closer to Godric. “She is just as much mines as she is yours.”
Once again, the only reason I was able to see Godric move is because of his blood in my system. Otherwise, I would have only seen the aftermath of Ires body on the floor, her neck snapped.
The sun is up in current time. I need to get my mother to her coffin before I could begin to comprehend the “She is mines” statement. Examining my mother, I wonder, can I move her? How does this power of Godric’s work? Taking my mother’s hand, I attempted to move her. It did not work.
“Godric, how do I get her to her coffin?”
“She is heavy. Exert more strength.”
Doing what he advised using my telekinesis. She moved. Opening a portal, I transported us to her room. This is new.
Laying my mother inside her black silk lined coffin. Godric must have undone whatever he did because my mother’s eyes found face, just before they closed again. The sun is up.
They did not cross paths with each other. While my mother has the power to block out the sun. She must do so before it rises. When one rest the other rises.
Sitting on my mother’s bed. I starred at the portal. This is new. I never held the power to create a portal before. Before I could teleport only to places, I knew. Even then the place must be within a certain distance of me. A portal though, is a gateway where I wanted it to be if I am strong enough to open it. Judging by the red ring around this circle and the power I can feel gliding between myself and the portal. This is an extremely powerful portal. Would this forever be my power or is it simply Godric’s power in my body?
Sighing I could feel Godric pulling me to him. They must all be waiting for me. Abegal, Elloren, Godric, and a dead Ires. Waiting for me to do what exactly? It’s not like I have any of the answers. The most I can do is sooth over Elloren. And even then, what will I say? Do not kill Abegal? Your mother is next if she comes after anyone in this room? No matter how true the words it would not ease the pain I know she is feeling. Glancing up at the closed ceiling of my mother’s room. For the first time in my entire life. I wished I was a normal vampire.
My father would never allow himself to become caught up in the problems of others. Everything around me was happening to other people. No not other people, just Elloren. Because it is happening to her it is also happening to me. Because of what Alucard? Because I love her. Because she is my friend, because I keep trying to save her from everything only to collect these hero points to hold against her to serve me whenever I take over the throne? Do I want to take over the throne?
From inside my portal and downstairs I heard another ear-piercing scream. Here we fucking go. Stepping back through the portal. Instead of taking me back to my original place. It led me to the outside garden house. That meant not even my portal was stronger than the witch magic that surrounded our home when my mother slept without my father. Talented witches to move a portal.
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With everyone sitting at the glass marbled table. Surprise must have displayed on my face because Ires answered the question I was thinking.
“Death has always considered me a friend.”
“Is that why she spared you that night?” I asked. Genuinely curious as to why Godric’s sister would save her.
Taking a sit underneath the giant golden statue of a poisonous vulture. I located Elloren’s eyes. Red from pain, red from anger, red from sorrow. Sniffling she let her head fall into her cupped hands.
Abegal standing behind Godric also watching Elloren trying to fight through her emotions. Did not appear remorseful. Why would she be? More importantly why did she do it? Kill Elloren’s father, because we all know Elloren did not do it. And what does ‘She is just as much mines as yours mean?’
But that could wait, for now Elloren needed to explain why go home? Why go there when I am unable to help. She could have died.
“Elloren why did you go home? After I forbid you to do so?” I asked.
Snapping her head up. She replied, “Forbid? You can not forbid me to do anything Alucard you are not my fucking father!!!”
More tears began to flow down Elloren’s face. Dropping her head back into her hands. She sobbed. Her sadness somehow affecting the plants around her. I could feel them blooming as if trying to cheer her up.
“The Necromancer went in search of finding answers as to why the two of you are connected. More specifically she wants to know what her mother knows about The Holy Trinities as well as how she can begin to be useful.” Ires said.
“Why did death spare you that night Ires?” I asked again.
“She knew I needed to exist in order for you to exist. Be smarter Alucard. Your father has not survived by allowing the unfamiliar into his home. Do you really believe that The Count himself would allow anyone around his family, his heir, his daughter, his true wife, if he did not know every detail ever discussed about them?”
“I will ask you again Ires for the last time. Why did death spare you?”
With small smile on her lips, she answered. “I am the mother of your third grandmother.
Well, that answers “She is mine” comment. Glancing up, the morning sun who barely was awake warmed the golden statue I was using for support. Every day the sun brought new problems alongside new information. The moon is better. Nothing to bring into the night but your true self. There is no place to hide in the night. There are no shadows. Unlike the sun who forced every shadow to reveal itself, then make the things that hid in the shadows confess not only what they saw, what they said, what they felt, what they thought. I fucking hate the sun.
“Does my mother know who you are?” With a deep sigh, Ires nodded her head. Her black hair reminding me of my mother’s own red hair. Neat. Besides the blood covering Ires her profile is fitting to be related to my mother. She sat there in grace and elegance the same way my mother would.
Whose blood though?
“Wait what do you mean true wife?” Elloren asked in between sobs.
Granting Elloren the kindness of eye contact, Ires wiped fresh tears from her face. Placing a section of Elloren’s blue hair behind her ear. Ires spoke.
“I ended your father’s life. The blood that clings to me belonged to him. The fée only ate him because you are not allowed to bring him back in your grief hoping for a better father.”
Opening her mouth to speak. Ires placed a finger on Elloren’s dry lips. She needs water.
“What I am about to say only effects Elloren and you, Alucard. There is a reason why you two are inseparable.”
Making his first move since the beginning of this conversation. Leaning forward. Godric shot Ires a warning look. A look Ires appeared to ignore. Inside I felt an emotion I have never felt on my own. This emotion must belong to Godric. It's hard to place it though. Jittery and cold is what it feels like.
“I did not misspeak when I said true wife. It is not a confusion of words. The Count loved one other during his earlier years with the grand of my blood.”
“Common. My father is my father.”
“Yes Alucard, but this other woman was not just any other woman.” Just then Ires turned to face Elloren. Whose eyes never left Ires. Blinking her green eyes dry. Elloren asked,
“My mother is the mistress of The Count?”
“Non.”
“Elloren’s mother is my father’s daughter.” I replied.
Moving the pieces together. It’s why I was able to find Elloren. Her blood calls to my blood, because we are blood. It’s why I could speak to her without her permission. Why Elloren’s mother never made a serious attempt at killing me. It's why I am The Spell.
“Why not my father Ires why me? Why am I The Spell?” I asked, still stuck in my own thoughts and theories.
“Do you know why a Blackgate is a rarity child?” Ires asked Elloren ignoring my question.
Elloren not answering with words only nodded her head.
“Good, then you know the person must be born in hell. Does not matter which one, any version of it will do. If they can bring themselves from hell. They become necromancers. Of course, the Necromancer could have had a different path in life. If The Count chose it. However, he chose what he chose. To leave the child in hell. The Necromancer’s birth killed her mother. She would have died as well if her mother did not arrange for a demon to feed the Necromancer just enough of The Counts blood every year to keep her alive. As the child grew, she learned by ways of stories how The Count left her to quite frankly….. rot in hell.
Elloren your mother always wanted one thing. To make The Count suffer just as he had allowed her to suffer. What those misguided stories left out was it was the Necromancer’s mother wish to leave her child in hell. To have her grow up and become the most powerful Blackgate to ever walk out of hell. And the Necromancer did just that. Now The Count is not the Necromancer’s father in terms that he is Alucards. However, it is his blood that runs through her veins.”
“Why are you refusing to use her name?” Elloren asked with a tremble in her voice.
“She doesn’t deserve to have it cross my lips.” Ires replied, all without breaking eye contact with Elloren.
Elloren flinched just slightly at the harshness and reality of the Ires words. This is why Blackgates are considered royalty. To be born in hell is a feat all of its own, but to escape with enough sanity to live a slightly sane life. That is honorable. I despise Elloren’s mother, but I never not respected her for what she has accomplished.
“But revenge should be cold, calculated, slow. Created with intention to harm. So one day, the Necromancer met a woman. A woman with the Ocean in her eyes and a song in her voice. The woman attempted to conceal who she truly was, but The Necromancer knew. Knew this woman was indeed ‘Siren Mother of Oceans’ and she was with child. Twins. I do not know how the Necromancer convinced Siren to let her aide in her journey to bring two lives into this dimension. Nevertheless, here you are Elloren.”
“Impossible.” Elloren said. Pulling herself and her chair far away from Ires.
“If that is factual. I would not have the power that I have.”
“And what power is that exactly young one?”
“I am a necromancer.”
“You are a witch, with the power of necromancy. It's why you need no permission to use your power. Why you are a source to draw from.”
“Then that would make Clarissa my sister, she is not a witch.”
“Her conditions were not the same. Do you know how a witch is created Elloren. Do you know how I was created.”
Shaking her head. Elloren stared at me. To help her. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t breathe. Not that I needed to. What in the actual fuck is happening right now.
“I was created the moment I survived my first encounter with The Angel of Death. When death touches you, it curses you. Makes you able to access parts of yourself from across different dimensions. Allows you to, if you are worthy access to The Old Gods. That’s what a witch is Elloren. Old Gods powers. When the Necromancer touched you as a child unknowing, she did the same for you made you accessible to The Old Gods. Because she is nothing if not an extension of death.
My dear child, no one has ever proven they are more worthy of The Olds Gods love then you are.”
Bringing her clasped hands to her chest, resting her bottom lip on her middle fingers. Ires bowed towards Elloren. For the first time I could see real emotion on Ires face. Of course, her and Elloren shared a background. Both used and tortured by their parents. Both unable to heal the harm done to them.
Turning her gaze to me. Ires said,
“You are The Spell Alucard because from the moment Elloren was stolen from her mother, she would be used as a pawn to capture you. The Necromancer almost did with that Sun spell of hers.”
At this rate I have more questions than sanity. Suddenly, the heat from above was too much on my skin. I needed to move. To find a shadow. To put Elloren in a shadow. The moon I want the moon. I want nightfall. I want my mother; I want my father. Instead, the face that focused my attention, was Godric’s. Placing his hands on my face he asked.
“Are you okay?”
“She is a witch, Godric.” Blood tears filling my eyes, causing my vision to blur into red.
“One day ma fille, they will fight to end eternity.” My mother words playing on a loop in my mind. “One day ma fille, they will fight to end eternity.” “One day ma fille, they will fight to end eternity.” “One day ma fille, they will fight to end eternity.”
The witches. This is how they fought to end eternity. Siren “Mother of Oceans. Sacrificed Elloren. There was no deceit on Elloren’s mother part. There was no need to be.
They wanted the same thing. Siren to free the witches, because she herself is a witch An Old God. Mother of Oceans. And Elloren’s mother a chance to harm my father by killing is daughter? No, she does not want to kill me. She wants to capture me.
Godric did not respond. He only leaned his forehead against mines. Then I heard a noise I never wanted to hear. The noise of a failing heart. The failing heart of Elloren. Trying to push Godric to the side. He would not move. He was hard like a statue of marble.
“Move Godric.” I screamed. But that did nothing to sway him. Fine I will move. Clasping down on my arm, Godric held me in place. However, I was able to stand up. I wish I hadn’t because the eyes of a fading Elloren met mines. With a slight smile on her lips, she mouthed “Thank you.”
Behind her stood Ires. Black flame sword in hand. Or rather in Elloren. And Elloren’s heart on the tip of that sword.
It was my turn to let out my own soul scattering scream and so I did.