CastleVania: The Unfinished Symphony Chapter 9
Matters of Life and Death
By The Dark Requiem
The year: 1476
The place: He no longer knows.
Vlad III Tepes Dracula stands on the battlefield, his usually narrow eyes now wide in shock and anger.
Not long ago he had come down from his fortress to do battle with his enemies: the Turks.
He hates the Turks
They took everything from him
his first wife
He reaches around to his back and feels something sharp and wooden buried deep into his back
and cries in agony as it is ripped with force from him.
The cry fills the air and echoes off the stone walls.
Dracula, trapped in his cell, holds his newborn son, his beloved Adrian, in his arms for the first time.
And sitting beside him is his lovely Lisa.
They gaze at the child in wonder, this product of their love.
Love between princess and prisoner
Reports had said that the time of Draculas confinement had been relatively short
but his treatment as a prisoner, as time passed and rage subsided, had also been slightly relaxed.
After all, a princess would never have been allowed so close to any normal prisoner.
But this was no normal prisoner.
This was no normal man.
She was drawn to him from the moment he arrived, having lost everything.
And so she has given him something.
Despite their royal heritage, however, Dracula knows that the child has been conceived and born out of wedlock.
The child is illegitimate
but that does not mean that it is too late.
Without a word, Dracula lovingly stares into her eyes and falls on his knees
His knees hit the bloody ground hard and his body sags down.
How, he thinks.
How is it that I have been so defeated?
He looks up
and sees the wooden shaft, stained with royal blood
in the gloved hand
of one of his own men.
His unbelieving eyes stare at the site.
And then, as he had done many times before over many a victim, he laughs.
He laughs with all his fleeing energy.
He laughs as if it were the Lords Day again.
He laughs and laughs and laughs
How ironic, he thinks to himself.
The Impaler Prince
has been impaled.
Indeed, it was very fitting after all.
He still laughs, but the laughter fades as a menacing looking Turk approaches with a large axe.
He knows what is coming.
He saved others but cannot save himself.
As the axeman draws nearer, he finds himself whispering words that he has heard before
LIBERA ME DOMINE DE MORTE AETERNA.
and as the axe comes down, his thoughts are elsewhere.
Lisa forgive me.
Farewell, my son.
Somewhere, in a far away realm of which we currently know nothing, Death laughed
Poor Prince Vlad, he said.
How does it feel?
How does it feel to be swallowed by the power of Death?
No words, I see. Only a stare.
No matter. Words would be useless to you now.
Once again, you have lost everything
and yet it still exists!
And when the time comes for their destruction
you shall watch from afar and know full well that there is nothing you can do!
I finally have you
and, at last, your soul is
Why should it end there?
Why should you, even after such torments, be embraced by the grasp of eternal rest and suffer none of the desecration you so brazenly committed upon others?
Oh no this is not over for you, my poor and pathetic prince.
This is only the beginning
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