Chapter 1: Prologue - The Dawning
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Reprieve. Recollection.
How many did she kill? Who did it benefit? How many lives had she taken in the name of a God who was no longer there to reward her deeds?
How much more blood needed to be spilled by Maria’s blade before Leon was satisfied?
How many times had she and the dhampir fought? Had she ever thought to count?
The taste of her own blood lingered on her tongue, the flavor of copper and iron mingling addictively with her holy light - rather, what remained of it.
With how little of it remained, she had little left to lose.
As the flames of the fire she sat at slowly began to die, Maria looked back at the last twenty-four hours with an odd fondness.
Three separate defeats at the hands of Alucard had completely changed her - one in life, two after her rebirth - and her once unshakable faith had been given clarity.
Everything she had faith in was nothing more than a lie.
God is dead.
Rather, if He wasn’t, then He may as well be.
She knew what needed to happen, but she sat in reminiscence a while longer, savoring the momentary peace she was in.
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Heaven // Sun – The Heavenly Archive
Delicate fingertips traced the spine of the tome she was staring at, Maria reading the runes embossed and gilded in gold into the material.
This was Richter’s record of life.
She shouldn’t pry – this she knows – but her mind nagged her with doubts and uncertainty. She knew Richter wasn’t being entirely honest about how his fight with Alucard actually ended. It plagued her ceaselessly, rendering her unable to sleep. The last time she’d been rendered so restless was during the Sisyphean Insurrection – a war she, along with the rest of the Belmont family in Heaven, were required to join under the call of the Council.
She hated feeling like this.
But she needed answers.
“Fuck it,” she sighed, grabbing the tome and opening it to read.
… I fought.
I could do nothing but fight.
It was all I was good for, wasn’t it? That’s what I thought, until I saw him.
Dracula’s son, in the flesh. Grandpa Juste really only mentioned him as a myth, but seeing him here, I’m beginning to question what I’ve been doing. These actions I’m making – they’re not my own.
Every part of me is screaming – no, begging me to cease. My body refuses to listen.
If there is a God, please forgive my actions.
I just want this to stop.
Maria saw how abrupt the text had ended, indicating the end of Richter’s mortal life.
Richter knew what was happening, but his body refused to listen? Surely, Alucard knew as well, didn’t he?
The texts indicated otherwise.
Maria felt her anger boiling in her veins, her hands gripping the tome in her grasp tightly until she was certain there was a dent in the leather. She slammed the tome back onto the shelf, choking back a sob that threatened to escape her.
Richter lied to her to protect Alucard’s actions.
He had no reason to feel responsible, yet he did regardless and defended the dhampir’s needless act of bloodshed.
“Maria?”
The reborn angel looked over her shoulder to glare at the presence who dared to interrupt her quiet, her body language softening when she saw the source.
Gabriel.
“Oh… how can I assist, Archangel?” She asked, her tone low and monotonous to try and quell her rage. If she was needed, her emotions could wait.
“Ah, I wasn’t interrupting you, was I? You seem angry,” Gabriel said, crossing his arms.
“No, you weren’t,” Maria replied, “so what do you want? Shouldn’t you be judging the souls of Hell right now?”
Gabriel held back a chuckle. Maria always had some nerve to address him not only casually, but coldly as well. The two had sparred before and held a begrudging respect for each other’s abilities, their later encounters resulting in casual banter. Perhaps it was a way of raising morale.
“I should be,” he said, “but I need some advice.”
“Advice? The brightest archangel, asking a mortal soul for advice,” the former huntress spoke, a smirk tugging at her lips under her helmet.
“The irony isn’t lost on me, Maria. Just humor me, would you?”
Maria sighed, resting her hands on her hips as she said, “Why not? Hit me.”
“Thank you,” Gabriel began, looking over at the various tomes of the Belmont family records. “I was hoping you could shed some light on something for me.”
“Go ahead.”
“Why did you hunt vampires? Your grudge was with Dracula, so why include others?”
Gabriel’s question hit like a brick. Maria hadn’t ever questioned it before, but she was certain his question held some unexplained context for the advice he needed.
“To be honest, I guess I thought it was just right at the time,” she confessed, resting a finger on her chin as she added, “You know, protecting those who couldn’t protect themselves.”
“Justice,” Gabriel said simply.
“Exactly.”
The archangel hummed in thought for a moment, nodding in agreement. It was a concept the both of them could agree on.
“Even if some of the people you protected were sinners themselves, you served the Belmont clan, who themselves serve the Father selflessly. Your virtues continue to surprise me,” he pondered, his tone reflecting the words he spoke.
“Speak plainly, Gabriel. What’s the advice you need?” Maria asked, her curiosity getting the better of her.
“How do you determine the weight of one’s sins?”
That was an even harder question for Maria to answer.
“Well,” she began, “I look at the reasons people do things – their morality, if you will. Sure, some actions are unforgivable in the eyes of the Father, but the whole point of asking for forgiveness is to show remorse for committing the action regardless.”
Gabriel listened intently, almost in admiration of Maria’s wisdom. The Council hadn’t been kidding that she was a woman of wisdom beyond her years in life, but it certainly carried over.
“Let me give an example,” Maria offered, “If someone you knew wasn’t… wasn’t themselves…”
“Stop, Maria.”
Maria looked up at Gabriel, confusion setting in her gaze.
“You read how Richter’s life ended, didn’t you?” Gabriel asked softly, his voice holding an edge of coldness to it.
“How do you figure?” Maria sighed, crossing her arms.
“It was the way you paused mid-sentence. I also know it’s been bothering you since you came to Heaven,” the archangel said, sighing as he rested a hand on her shoulder assuringly. “I’m sure Alucard had his reasons for how things ended.”
“It was murder – plain and simple, Gabriel,” Maria retorted, looking away in irritation. “You’d dare defend his actions?”
“Of course not, Maria. I agree, it wasn’t justice,” Gabriel rebutted, “but you said it yourself – the actions should weigh as much as the eventual consequences.”
Well, that wasn’t what she said, but she supposed it was about the same.
“Whatever.”
Maria’s cold tone caught Gabriel off-guard as she turned away, walking away from the conversation.
“Maria–”
“Don’t.”
Maria glared at Gabriel, her fists clenching tightly.
“If I ever see him again, I’m getting the answers out of him, willing or not,” she spoke, walking away and leaving the tension of her anger thick in the air. It left Gabriel stunned, unable to speak. He’d never seen her so angry before – it was an anger similar to outbursts he’d had in the past. It left him worried about what she would end up doing, but he figured it was just a passing fit of rage. There was nothing wrong with anger – it was manageable.
What wasn’t manageable was fucking up and suffering the consequences of blind rage.
Notes:
Okay, here's Chapter One. Sorry I baited you before.
I'll get to Chapter Two eventually. Probably after the holidays.
We'll see lol
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Disgrace. Humiliation. He was unseemly and unwelcome at the feet of his ancestors, his wounds of body and soul bore outward for all to see. Richter’s ancestors glared through him, their judgment burning through him as though it were lightning upon wire.
“Has this one abandoned Leon’s cause?”
“It is unworthy of the name of Belmont.”
Richter grit his teeth, biting back his tongue to avoid further outrage.
“Richter Belmont,” spoke the voice of Leon, forcing Richter’s gaze upward.
“Holy Ancestor–”
“You will speak when permitted,” Leon snapped, gathering himself before continuing, “Richter Belmont, you stand accused of losing to a mere half-breed. The very same one Trevor had no trouble overcoming.”
Richter swallowed hard, his throat dry as the memories flooded back into him. The Vampire Killer – a whip of limitless power for the Belmonts, its might insurmountable for mere undead. This, he knew.
“Ancestor Leon,” Richter began, raising his hands as though to help emphasize his words, “my devotion to the family cause is absolute. I have never once strayed from your will, but–”
“I am not finished,” the patriarch of the Belmonts interrupted, slamming his hands down on the table. Richter could only flinch at the display of raw disappointment, lowering his head in shame.
“Not only have you failed to exterminate a half-breed, but you let yourself be controlled by the ghost of a man you killed. Twice, might I add. Have you got an explanation for that?”
Richter kept his gaze averted, his voice shaking as he shook his head and spoke, “No, ancestor… I have no explanation…”
Whispers erupted among the family.
“Possessed?”
“That’s unspeakable in this family.”
“Heresy, I’d say.”
“Heresy, indeed.”
Leon raised his hand sharply, a motion that demanded immediate silence from the others. When silence was present, the patriarch glared at Richter.
“Your treachery will not be tolerated. As punishment, you are denied access to Heaven and the family home. You are to eliminate the half-breed before your redemption can even be considered. If you do not do so in three centuries time, your light shall be severed from your body. And your life, with it. I suggest you prove your loyalty. Unmake your mistake,” Leon announced, his words spoken with a tone of finality.
Richter looked down, his eyes stinging with tears of frustration. He never knew Heaven could be so cruel. So unforgiving. Still, if this was the punishment he was to receive, he would accept it freely.
“I understand, Ancestor. I will carry out my punishment…” Richter spoke softly, choking back a sob.
“Good,” Leon began before he pointed to the door. “Now get to the layer of Heresy. That’s the only place you belong in as of now.”
Richter awoke with a start, sitting up straight in the makeshift bed he’d crafted during his stay in Heresy. The memory of his damnation played over and over again in his head, reminding him of his failure. However, every time, it seemed more and more harsh. Leon hadn’t been so cruel, nor had the rest of the family. The judgment was less severe, so why did the dream feel so… real…?
It must’ve been Hell’s doing. It had a tendency to corrupt the innocence of memories, no matter how small and unimportant they were. Richter sighed in irritation, rubbing the back of his neck before he stood from his bed. He walked over to the mirror in another corner of the room, looking at his reflection.
After all this time, he was still himself.
“Damn it all,” he muttered, pacing around the room to try and gather his thoughts.
A prod on his shoulder caused him to look.
What greeted him was a red mass of flesh – a tendril, by the looks of it.
HELLO THERE.
Richter looked around in shock, trying to discern the location of the voice as his hands rested on the ebony whip at his side.
THAT WON’T BE NECESSARY, BELMONT.
It took the Belmont mere moments to realize the voice was in his head, speaking to him. Had he finally gone crazy?
“Who are you?!” He demanded, keeping his fingers on the whip.
LOOK AT ME AGAIN.
Again? What was this voice on about? Richter looked at the tendril, realizing it was coming from… the wall?
Was this… Hell?
“What…” Richter had no idea what to say, realizing what he should’ve by now – Hell was alive. It could think. It was speaking to him. Leon definitely did not mention this fact at all.
YES. IT SEEMS YOU ALREADY KNOW YOUR ANSWER.
“What do you want from me…?” The fallen angel demanded, his voice betraying the false air of confidence he put on.
DON’T BE LIKE THAT. I SIMPLY JUST WANT TO OBSERVE YOU.
Observe? What could that have meant?
I MUST SAY, YOU SEEM… INSECURE ABOUT YOUR OWN ABILITIES.
“Don’t remind me…” Richter muttered, his gaze falling to the ground.
I CAN HELP YOU, YOU KNOW.
“I’d sooner eat haggis,” the Belmont retorted. The entire layer seemed to rumble, as if to mimic laughter.
SPOKEN LIKE A TRUE BELMONT. TOO BAD LEON DOESN’T SEEM TO SEE YOU AS ONE.
“That’s not how that night went! I know it isn’t!” Richter snapped, causing Hell to erupt in laughter once again.
AH, PERHAPS YOUR TIME HERE HAS FALSIFIED YOUR MEMORIES. THAT IS… UNINTENDED…
Unintended? Richter didn’t seem to believe that for a second.
YOU SEE, I MERELY WISHED TO KNOW WHAT KIND OF WARDEN THE BELMONTS WOULD SEND. NEVER DID I THINK I WOULD RECEIVE SUCH AN INSECURE LITTLE BOY…
“Little boy…?! You watch your mouth, you…!” Richter’s words fell short, as he had no proper insult for such a massive lifeform.
YOU REALIZE GOD CREATED ME BECAUSE OF PEOPLE LIKE YOU – PEOPLE WHO LACK FAITH IN HIM.
“God… created you?”
HE REGRETS MY CREATION.
Well, Richter couldn’t say he’d blame Him. The Belmont would’ve regretted creating something so egregious as well, but he had to wonder if the Father created Hell out of a fit of rage.
WELL, I SUPPOSE I SHOULDN’T BOTHER YOU ANY LONGER. I LOOK FORWARD TO SEEING YOUR PROGRESS ON YOUR REDEMPTION… IF SUCH A THING EXISTS.
With that, the tendril retracted into the wall, the stone smoothing out where it once was. That only confirmed in Richter’s mind that this place wasn’t safe, no matter where he went.
It was purely fucking with his head. He couldn’t let himself succumb to its whims.
“Damn it… I could really use Maria’s advice right about now…” He sighed to himself, shuddering as a cold shiver ran down his spine.
The sooner he carried out his duty, despite the good Alucard had done, the sooner he could redeem himself… hopefully…
Notes:
Boy, oh boy, Richter's got a lot to swallow.
I was struggling on how to continue this fic for a few months now, but I've kinda decided it'll go like this:
It's going to shift between the POVs of Maria, Richter and Alucard (in that order).Also, I found the idea of Richter finding out Hell is alive and scaring the shit out of him mentally funny.
Anyways, see you guys in another 3+ months.
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BOOT UP SEQUENCE READY
FIRMWARE
LATEST VERSION (2112.08.06)
CALIBRATION
UP TO DATE
ALL SYSTEMS OPERATIONAL
LOADING STATUS UPDATE...
STATUS UPDATE:
MACHINE ID: A1
MACHINE ALIAS: PROJECT ALUCARD
LOCATION: ECLIPSE ENT. HQ
CURRENT OBJECTIVE: ERROR - DATA CORRUPTED
Optics flicked on to the sight of an abandoned laboratory, where blood dried and caked on the walls of the room. The room reeked of death in a substantial degree.
There was no life nearby.
Not optimal.
Wrestling its limbs from the restraints that held it down, the machine pulled itself from the resting bay it found itself in. Curiosity piqued its interest as it investigated the room, attempting to piece together what could have possibly occurred here. What it found was scattered lab notes, scrawled with information its systems proceeded to write off as irrelevant.
Nothing was relevant here, where death was present around every corner.
Its head turned to the sound of footsteps on broken glass, its eyes landing on a wandering source of blood.
Blood.
Sweet, delectable blood.
Acting on its programming, the machine pounced on its target, ignoring the helpless pleas of the weakened target – a human, most definitely. It looked far too thin to be considered a threat, but its blood served no other purpose.
Screams were silenced by the blade that shot out of the machine’s left arm, slicing the throat of the poor victim and ending their life in a matter of seconds. Blood poured from the wound onto the ground below. The machine reached its right hand out to gather some of the precious fuel into the small absorbent material of its palm. It wasn’t quite full from the initial gathering, but half a tank of fuel was more than enough to keep it going for a while.
Oh, it was definitely more than enough.
Proceeding its way out of the lab, it noted a lot more of the carnage occurred outside of its apparent resting place.
The earth beneath it was ruined. The soil was far too ruined for good crops. With this observation, it concluded it may have been the last thing living in the world. If it wasn’t, it was one of the few.
It was fine with that.
Glitches in its optics had its attention, unsheathing the blade stored in its forearm. When the glitches finally subsided, it seemed to lower its guard and continue on its way. However, now its senses were all on high alert.
Its eyes finally land on a large opening in the earth nearby.
A seemingly almost bottomless pit was what occupied the space. Obvious modifications to make it easier to rise from the pit made by man adorn the large gap, made of metals of gold and red.
Data appeared in the machine’s vision with information.
INFORMATION:
LOCATION: MAW OF HELL
LOCATION CLASSIFICATION: SAFE
AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL: ERROR - NO PERSONNEL FOUND
Great. That wasn’t as useful as it hoped, but it was better than nothing.
With one last look back at the remains of the ruined Earth, it took the plunge into the maw of Hell itself.
What had humans discovered to risk their own kind going extinct from the inevitable rise of Hell itself?
Notes:
I guess you're wondering where I've been.
Well, I've been in writer's block on this chapter for quite a bit, actually. I literally had to force myself to think to write this one out, and I feel like it's showing. Work life has been not ideal, but I've been alright otherwise.
Now then, I'd also like to provide an update on the status of what I'm gonna do with this fic:
1.) I'm likely going to make a new document for You Remember Everything (Until the Sun Recedes) alongside each chapter of Alucard's POV. It just adds more context to the notes about the Cadaver Project overall.
2.) I AM GOING TO INCLUDE MARS AT SOME POINT. I made the canon statement that Maria *is* genderfluid in this fic, and by God's might, I'm going to fucking give that poor angel some gender envy.
3.) Oh yeah, I'll likely post the official playlist for the fanfic on my Tumblr at some point. It's definitely going to include joke entries, just to warn you ahead of time.Anyway, uh, that's it. ok byyyyyyyyyyeeeeeee
(Edit: oh yeah, sorry the chapter's short. I think the chapters of Alucard's POV will get longer the more human I make them (yes, they go by he/they/it in this fic))
Chapter 5: The God of War
Summary:
"I have lived as a warrior. I have died as a god. Having suffered the ultimate sacrifice, I have been denied release."
- Kratos, "God of War"
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
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Devastation. Bloodshed. Many Virtues were already lost in the war against the sinners of Violence.
Maria could hear the horrid shrieks of her brethren as they were mercilessly slaughtered in their devotion to God and duty. Many lives were lost in the battle in order to prevent the escape of the souls condemned here, but it wasn’t for naught in the eyes of the Heavenly Council.
Maria could feel the dimming light of a Virtue as it died in her arms, crumbling to small pieces of glass in her hands. The saddened cries of the small soul as it tried to commune with her was what broke her the most. Comforting her dying brethren when she could wasn’t in her job description.
The fires of Hell could never compare to the sorrow she felt in comforting the dying.
There was at least one upside to all of this.
She didn’t have to face Dracula alone.
Here she stood, waiting to enter the throne room alongside Richter, her only real friend throughout her tough childhood. Though exiled from the clan due to his failure in life, he still joined her for one last showdown against Dracula.
Just like old times…
“Feels… weird, standing here again…” Maria said sheepishly, looking down at the ground.
“I know. Really feels like we never left that castle all those years ago, huh?” Richter agreed, looking at his little sister – a title he gave to Maria due to how close the two of them became.
A clap on the back of Maria’s armor jolted her out of her trance, her face looking back up to Richter.
“Hey, don’t tell me you’re getting cold feet. You and I did this once. We can do it again.”
Maria looked away once again.
“That’s… not what’s bothering me…”
Richter’s worry spiked only a bit. With a reassuring voice, he said to her, “Look, whatever’s bothering you, why don’t you tell me when you’re ready to talk about it?”
“That’s just it , Richter. What if we don’t get a chance to talk about it?” Maria retorted, the anxiety clear in her voice.
“Okay, okay. Let’s get it out now, then. You always did rip off the bandages whenever talking about stuff,” the Belmont shrugged, sitting on the stairs with her. “So, what is it, Maria?”
Maria rubbed the back of her neck, swallowing a small lump in her throat that formed due to nervousness.
She’d felt it in the days leading up to the retaliation against Dracula. That… weird feeling in her gut. She avoided mirrors due to that feeling, which often led to her armor being in disarray when it came time for inspection. She never understood why she hated looking in the mirror sometimes.
Sypha seemed to notice it first. She simply told Maria, “It’s okay to share it when you’re ready.”
What the hell did that mean?! Was Sypha implying something?!
Apparently, she must’ve been. Maria convened with Sypha after the war room meeting and asked her about it. They both sat in a private room, where Sypha shared what she knew of the subject.
Dysphoria.
A feeling of not belonging in one’s body for one reason or another.
Maria knew the topic vaguely, but not quite as much as Sypha did. The Belnades family was always committed to knowledge of all kinds, after all. Sypha even offered some documentation for Maria’s research while the final strategy was being developed.
Thank God that she accepted it. Maria finally had an answer for her burning anxieties.
Richter listened to Maria speak about her uncertainty in her skin. He was equally as confused about it, but he seemed to find it comforting that, despite everything, Maria trusted Richter with everything.
“So, let me break this down: sometimes, you’re okay with who you are. Other times, you’re…” Richter started, trailing off as he tried to find a polite way to put it.
“Wanting to rip off chunks of my flesh and alter my appearance?” Maria finished for him.
“Well, I was gonna be nicer about it, but basically.”
A sigh from Maria.
“Yeah, that’s basically the rundown.”
The two sat in contemplation for a moment, saying nothing before Richter cleared his throat and spoke, “You know… I’ve always wanted a little brother, too.”
Brother.
Maria didn’t know why that made her feel so… giddy.
“You did?” Maria asked, looking at Richter.
“Yeah. I was supposed to have a little brother, but there were… complications… He never made it past the birthing,” the Belmont confessed, shaking his head. “My dad would’ve called him ‘Mars’ if he survived.”
“Mars…” Maria said, looking down at her hands in thought.
The Roman god of war, agriculture and fertility. Maria knew the name could be used as a unisex name. Hell, her own name could be shortened down to that.
Richter spoke again, “Hey… the name suits you, now that I think about it.”
“Does it? Do you truly believe that?” Maria asked, skeptical.
“Yeah. I mean, Mars is a god of war, absolutely, but he had some fatherly qualities about him. In a way, he’s a lot like you. Destructive in terms of power, but there’s an underlying nurturing side to it. Don’t you think you’re sort of his polar opposite, in a sense?”
Maria looked away in thought. Now that Richter mentioned it, she did have a nurturing side to her. With that nurturing side, there was her propensity to be a tool of destruction as well.
Some days, it felt like that side of her came around a lot more often.
“Maybe…” Maria mumbled.
“Let me break this down into a simple question,” Richter says, facing his little sister. “If you could be anyone, who would you be?”
A choice.
Richter had always given Maria a choice.
A moment of silence passed.
“... I’m Mars.”
Another moment of silence, but it was broken soon after it arrived with Richter humming in approval.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mars.”
The angel woke in his bed once again, grunting softly as he sat up and brushed his blonde locks out of his face. He hadn’t recalled that memory for some time, but it was always a comforting one. Mars valued the memory as an important step in accepting himself, knowing Richter held no ill judgment on him.
Richter…
God, he didn’t get the treatment he deserved…
With a heavy sigh, Mars finally got out of his bed and sauntered over to his wardrobe. Pulling out his robes for the day, he looked them over for any loose threads before setting them aside and reaching into his vanity drawer.
Sypha taught him how to bind his chest in secret, hoping the knowledge would come in handy for him.
Damn it, she always had to be so perceptive.
The meeting in the Belmont chambers was as uneventful as ever, with talks of how things were going in making sure things were in order and whatnot. Mars was always in charge of being the scribe during every meeting, making sure nothing was missing out of the records.
“Maria.”
The scholar’s eyes shift over to see Trevor, giving him a stern glare.
“Your robes are a mess again. Let me help you.”
“Oh, thanks,” Mars said, looking away awkwardly.
He’d almost forgotten no one else aside from Richter and Sypha knew about his fluctuating gender. Maybe Simon knew, but Trevor never really seemed… bothered by the more masculine appearances.
“There we go. Don’t need Leon giving you another mark on your inspection record,” Trevor hummed approvingly, dusting off Mars’s shoulder. “Are you feeling well, Maria? You look a little pale.”
“Yeah, just… had another dream about…” Mars trailed off. “...about the Scourge…”
Trevor sighed, “Oh… you too, huh? Sypha’s been recalling that more often than not…”
Mars nodded. At least it was comforting to know he wasn’t alone.
“Well,” the Belmont started, stretching out his arms, “if you’re not busy after inspection, I thought you and I could spar again? It’s been a bit, and it never hurts to keep your training up.”
“Oh… Yeah, that’d be fine,” Mars says, smiling half-heartedly. “Gives us a chance to talk in private, too. There’s… something on my mind…”
“Well, don’t be coy, young fox. You held back when we sparred last time.”
Mars shook his head. Trevor always was sort of like Richter. He was starting to see where his brother got it from.
“Oh… Sypha mentioned something about that,” Trevor mumbled, rubbing the back of his head. “I just thought she was speculating, but…”
“Well, she wasn’t,” Mars said, “and I’m serious. You, Richter and Sypha are the only ones who know, as far as I’m aware.”
“Don’t worry, Mars. Your secret’s safe with me.”
Mars sighed in relief, hugging Trevor gratefully. “Thank you…”
“Heh, don’t mention it. Sypha would have my head if I said anything before you were ready,” the Belmont replied, chuckling warmly as he returned the embrace. “By the way… how’s Richter doing?”
“He’s… managing,” Mars replied, but he kept a smile on his face. “Richter’s a tough cookie. You wouldn’t let him hear the end of it if he wasn’t.”
“Damn straight, I wouldn’t. No descendant of mine is going to be frail,” Trevor joked, clapping Mars on the back. “Come on, let’s get you fed and warmed up. Sonia made the family specialty.”
Mars smiled.
Damn, it felt good to have people to rely on as a safe space.
Notes:
Yes, the chapter title is a God of War reference... sort of. The quote in the chapter summary is a definite reference, so there's that for you.
Anyways, I always wanted this chapter to explore Maria/Mars coming to terms with being genderfluid. Trevor is sort of a big-brother figure for Mars in place of Richter, since he's... yeah, not around at the moment.
Anywho, thanks for enduring my writer's block for this long. I've been seriously working around my art block for this one as well, so expect the concept art book to get updated at some point.
Chapter 6: IRL update
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Hello, reader.
Unfortunately, due to IRL issues that affect me deeply and personally, I am abandoning this fic.
I will not go into detail about them, as these issues are not worth addressing.
Thinking about working on this fic and any other Castlevania/ULTRAKILL related content now stresses me out due to these issues, and that is all I will say on the matter. I will leave all of my remaining works up for people to enjoy and maybe even continue if they wish.
As of right now, however, this fic will be orphaned. I am genuinely grateful if you enjoyed it and am also sorry if you wanted more.
Thank you for reading. I'll see you in any future projects I produce.
-Pandora
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