Barry's POV:
*cough* *cough*
Even if I successfully go back, I'll only give my daughter a same, tragic fate, just like back in my homeland before.
*battling continues*
*splurting blood*
. . .
My ribcage shattered, and its splinters pierces through my lungs and heart. My liver was affected by the blow I received throughout the battle, and my other arm is dislocated as well.
*demons grunting*
I... don't want to see my daughter mourning over my body. I... want her to live, not seeing me in my dead state.
*battling intensely*
If she were to search for me, that's when she finally on her teens or adult's stage.
*Barry looks towards his Sword*
Coerulea or let's just say, 'Alecto' , you possess a consciousness of your own. Please... Find my daughter and offer your assistance during her journey.
*ka-clack*
. . .
*batte raging*
. . .
*sigh of relief*
. . .
Gracelle... I wanted to hear your composed sonatas once more...
*slashing and piercing the enemy*
Your music... Is filled of sorrows. But its melody is...
*Barry's back is slashed by a demon*
*Barry quickly look back and slash the demon in half*
*ripped*
. . .
*Barry remembers his wife's face and his son*
*smiles*
Is soothing... A perfect match with your beauty and your silvery, white hair that glows in the moonlight.
. . . .
Narrator's POV:
They kept on fighting despite the odds they've faced throughout the battle.
Zemislav's POV:
*Zemislav's concentrating his magical power into manifesting his destructive power*
. . .
*wheeze*
. . .
*grits*
*splurt blood*
*panting*
. . .
I... didn't expect that this power, which I unconsciously casted back when I was in my younger years of Knighthood, would be so f*ck*ng hard that I ought to imagine.
*light particles levitating to the top*
How did I manage to cast it before? Swiftly and fluently? I... I don't understand.
*battling*
. . .
Is it because, I was still young and I have an abundant power stored in me? But...
*remembering his previous days back at the Necrocreep*
. . .
I am also exhausted back then, just like what I am in right now.
*wheezing*
How come I was able to do it? Without a recoil or just an after effect of the spell?
*battling continues*
*the ground continues to rumble as the stones float to the air around his vicinity due to Zemislav's spell*
I am completely aware of the after effect back then, but how?
*the on-going pressure gotten even greater and heavier as the wind moves in a circular motion*
I tried to remember all my fuzzy memories but it seems, the reason that I was able to get that far in the past, it is because of my strong animosity towards my opponents, which leads to a total catastrophic, and devastating incident.
*heavy panting*
*the magical circles started to release a heavy, and low tone creaking, like of a giant moving machinery gears*
*creeaaaakkk*
Which both annihilate everything within the range of my spell.
*battling continues*
*heavy panting of his subordinates*
*smile*
I... do get it now. Ha! Emotions were also my asset in determining the aggressiveness and destructive nature of my spell.
*ashamed*
What a pain in the *ss...! I'm such a crybaby after all. Ahahahahah!
. . .
My boy Alucard, really inherited my nature of being a crybaby... Ahhahaha! What a f*ck*ng lame *ss nature! Geez!
*cough* *cough*
. . .
Narrator's POV:
Zemislav's spell is now completed its phase and it is ready to be released
*a moment of silence of Zemislav*
. . .
As he stares blankly, a flash of memories about his unit's gruesome death on his hands, the guilt, the shame started to flow in his mind.
*Zemislav started to feel ashamed*
. . .
*battling continues*
. . .
While Zemislav's been staring blankly, one of his subordinates were stabbed.
*pierce!*
*Heldrick coughs*
"HELDRICK!!!?"
- Alden shouts.
*removing the weapon impaled by the demon, away from Heldrick*
*splurt!* *splurt!*
. . .
*cough*
The demon inserts it's hands towards Heldrick's injury.
*demon growling*
*smile of Heldrick*
"I'm.... I'm so sorry... Alden bro."
- Heldrick said before being ripped into half.
"No... NO.... NOOOO HELDRICK!!!!!"
- Alden shouts.
*rrrriiiiipppped*
*ripped body of Alden fell on the ground*
*desperate gritting of Alden*
"HELDRIIIIICCCCKKK!!!!???!!!!"
- Alden shouts.
*firm grip of Alden*
*glare*
"YOU..... YOU'LL PAY FOR THIS!!!!"
- Alden charges at them madly.
*demons' grunting*
*battle rages continues*
. . .
*Zemislav gotten so frigging quiet as he stares on the ground*
. . .
Zemislav's companions battles the demons with all their might. But it seems, Zemislav can no longer tell what's going on since he can no longer hear anything.
*blank stare of Zemislav*
. . .
In his blank state, he was remorsing over his past. He kept on repenting and started to be filled by despair, but suddenly.....
*Zemislav heard Alucard's joyful laughter*
*Zemislav gasps*
. . .
His mind start flashing all sorts of memories about his son, Alucard.
*wheezing*
. . .
When Zemislav is in a trance state, Terence got slashed in his chest that penetrates through his breast armor and his chainmail.
*Terence stands back and touches his injury which soon dripping with blood*
"D*MN IT!!! You CUNNING LITTLE PIECE OF F*CK*NG SH-!!?"
- Terence rants in anger.
When Terence's about to finish his ranting, his right portion of his shoulder was sliced by Balmond.
*sliced!*
*blood splurts*
. . .
*Terence screams*
Terence fell on his knees as he tries to touch his sliced shoulder in panic.
*heavy panting of Terence*
*STOMP!*
. . .
*Balmond stands towering infront of Terence*
"AHAHAHAHAH! SUCH A WEAK OPPONENT! Easily sliced through my Axe!"
- Balmond mocks Terence.
*desperate gritting of Terence*
"I can't stand watching a weak being like you existed in this world. *hmph!!* DIE YOU D*MN PIECE OF MONGREL!"
- Balmond says all mighty infront of Terence.
When Balmond is about to deliver a final blow to Terence, someone is approaching in his location in haste.
*running*
"SHUT THE HELL UP, YOU DISHONORED, COWARDLY CHIEFTAIN!"
- a yell from a distance.
*CLANG!!!*
"You...!?"
- Terence said in shock.
"WHAT THE-!?"
- Balmond said in shock.
The one who blocked Balmond's mighty Axe is none other than Orphium, who is badly injured and the wielder of the Cleaving Sword.
When Orphium saw that Balmond's focus was disrupted, he soon took this advantage to outmatch him.
*frictional clashing of weapons*
Orphium raises his sword in a swift motion which leaves Balmond lost grip of his Axe.
*whirling of axe in mid-air away from Balmond*
When Balmond is in a dazed state, Orphium took this opportunity to land an attack to Balmond.
*firm grip of Orphium on his weapon*
"Your the weakest of the Low, Balmond, the Blood Orc Chieftain."
- Orphium mumbles as he land a blow.
*SLASH!!!"
. . .
Orphium swings his sword and SLASH Balmond on his chest, which creates great injury on his mascular body, on the chest portion.
*blood dripped*
Balmond fell on his knees. He is struggling to stand but soon lose consciousness as Orphium uses his cleaving sword to create a BASH on the face.
Balmond got stunned and falls to the ground unconsciously.
*spit*
"That's what you get when you talk too much in the midst of Battle, you holy, f*ck*ng sh*t!"
- Orphium stands mighty and spits saliva towards the laying Balmond.
*SPIT*
*drop*
. . .
"Orphium.... You.... Why are you-!?"
- Terence ask in surprise.
"I heard your words back then."
- Orphium said seriously while not having an eye contact with Terence.
*Terence gasps*
"I... was laying on the ground, all weak and fragile due to that thick *ss b*tch attack. But because of you, I was brought, not just to life but also in realization."
- Orphium said.
Orphium decided to make an eye contact with Terence, which made him shocked.
"Don't bear and claim all the guilt and fault of our unit's demise, you f*ck*ng *ssh*le!"
- Orphium said as he was crying.
*Terence's surprised of his emotional outburst*
"IT WAS US, who should bear the mistakes we made! Don't you go f*ck*ng tell our leader so d*mn boldly, and claim that you own that golden piece of sh*t! You and I should be held responsible, not yours only, you d*mn f*ck*r!!?"
- Orphium said emotionally, as tears continues to ran down on his cheeks.
*Terence gotten quiet and speechless*
"Now, I hope you understand. Don't bear the fault the two of us have made. We need to continue bearing it till the pits of Hell. You and I... Together.... Hehe!...You see, I believe in a saying 'Two is Better than One'."
- Orphium said delightfully despite the blood that stained in his body.
. . .
Orphium reach his hand towards Terence, who's kneeling on the ground. Terence glances on him and he sees him with comfort despite the burden the two of them made.
Terence took his hand and stands up. They wield their weapons and they are tagging in each other, to protect themselves from demons' attack.
"*hmph* You f*ck*ng b*st*rd! You know how to make me feel alive."
- Terence said as he was preparing to engage in battle.
"Same goes for you, you golden sh*t! You sure knows how to revive a dead from his beauty slumber."
- Orphium said with a smug while preparing for battle.
*demon growling*
"Orphium...."
- Terence ask.
*Orphium's all ears*
"I'm sorry for all the mischiefs I've done. I-"
- Terence apologizes with all his heart.
"*pft!* What the f*ck dude!? Apologizing is not so like you! Just get me your *ss, not your pitiful grovelling."
- Orphium said in a funny way.
"*hmph!* Well, that's unbecoming of me. But... Oh well... Till the end of this fight, GO KISS MY F*CK*NG *SS as hard as you can you sl*t!!!"
- Terence said in a funny way.
When they finished their each other's message, the demons started to initiate their attacks.
. . .
Back at Zemislav, he was still in trance, all worked up in getting a clear picture of his clumsy, and playful son in his memories.
He is still staring blankly but it soon disappeared as he kept on seeing his son's happy face.
*smiles due to yearning*
"Alucard, my son... I wanted to see you once again and lift you as high as I could. I want to hug you, pinch your feet and pat your head."
- Zemislav mumbles.
*sounds of deafening mechanical gears towards the magical circles are creaking eerily*
*demons faltered, so as Alice as they heard the eerie sounds coming from the magical circle*
"I... badly want to see you again... O my little junior, Alucard."
- Zemislav mumbles as he lets out a heart-warming smile on his face.
Zemislav's eyes look dead but in his thoughts, he is yearning for his Son, Alucard.
*battle still rages on*
. . .
In a far away distance, Margarette's gazing towards the magical circle. She noticed that the magical circles' behavior started to act strangely.
"The magical circles are starting to behave strangely...."
- Margarette said in a worriedly.
- - - - - Flashback - - - - -
"By the moment you all securely entered the portal, this power of mine will automatically triggers itself and wipes most of the Demons' horde."
- Zemislav said.
- - - - - Flashback Ends - - - - -
Margarette's POV:
If what Zemi just said is true, then... The portal is nearing to appear.
*Margarette holding the terrified Tigreal"
*she then looked up to him in a more comfortable way*
. . .
"Don't worry Sir Tigreal, we'll going to leave this hellish place. The portal is going to appear soon."
- I reassured Tigreal.
*terrified Tigreal*
"We need to stay together, for there is hope for us."
- I said towards Tigreal to cheer him up.
I pat Tigreal's head, as a form of comforting him, and suddenly, noticed a baleful presence all of a sudden.
*gasps*
"Wha... what was that just now?"
- I ask in wonder.
*in a far away distance, Alice detected the Margarette and Tigreal*
Narrator's POV:
"Ooh? Would you take a look at that? Some rats have escaped to their precious, miniature cage of theirs...?"
- Alice said as she points her finger to her lips, in an seductive way.
"Hmm! Hmm! Hmm! What a waste if we were to let it loose... *sadistic grin*... Moscov!"
- Alice said sadistically.
*Moscov's attention is now focused on her*
"Give those rats what they deserve..."
- Alice said with a psychotic, evil grin.
. . .