Witchcraft (Castlevania) (Alucard X Belmont! OC)

Chapter 28

A cloaked figure sat in a middle pew of a Chruch. The night was dark and the moon was high. They sat, letting the last candle burn down to the wick. The figure looked to be praying, but they were looking inward.

'The smell' the girl complained. She was restricted to being just a viewer. She could hear, taste, smell, and importantly see everything.

'Isn't the blood of these false prophits disgusting,' the man said in his self ritous way. 'Too bad it must be spilt in such a lovely place. If they had repented and voted to follow the path of the lord they would still be alive.'

'Micheal,' the girl pleaded, 'I do not is agree but can you please leave the smeel drives me crazy.'

'You've lost your human half of course you have,' Micheal explained. Her turned to look at the closest body. The neck at Ben slot, close to a decapitation. The eyes were burned out, leaving just scorched sockets. 'I believe it's all drained, we can move along now.'

- * -

"Who do you think you are!?" the bishop yelled at the thin figure standing before him. "You say such blasphemy in the palace of good, you should be killed for such actions."

The figure lowered the hood of their cloak. Red hair and green eye, the markings of a witch. "I am Archangel Michael," they introduced themselves. "For the sole reason of you being unaware, I will forgive your previous statement."

The bishop grew furious. "Blasphemy!" he yelled again. "You are but a cursed child claiming things beyond your understanding. Your claims will send you to hell. Men, grab this girl! "

"Sir Bishop," Micheal calmly said. "Your actions will send you to hell." Thier right hand was once free, open for forgiveness and change. The next it was clenched around a magnificent sword, radiating it own light from the heavens. As well of a dozen golden wings were revealed from beneath the cloak. "And much quicker."

They charged forward much quicker than any human could possibly comprehend The sword slid through the mnas head and out the the back. Micheal pulled it free before turning around to face the crowd. All were cowering in their pecense. "Who's next to repent?"

- * -

Micheal leaned up against a tree, practically punching it. 'How do you deal with such a wretched thing' he complained to the girl.

'Isn't it the punishment given to all females for Eve eat from the tree of knowledge?' the girl questioned. She was growing more and more reckless through the week. She knew she should be in control, but never remembered a time where she was.

'I see it was an over reactment now,' Micheal conceded, something rare for the prideful being.

"Excuse me," a tiny voice called out. The cloaked figure turned around to find a child watching them. "Are you alright."

"Indeed," they said, clenching a smile through the pain.

"Haris," a motherly voice called through the trees.

"Over here mom!" the small child called our, "I found someone!"

Soon a worried woman emerged through the foliage. Her eyes widened at the sight of the cloaked figure. "Are you alright?" the mother repeated the question. "We're days away from any other town, you must be so tired."

They never got to say anything before the mother dragged both the figure and child through the woods. "Come, you must stay at the village tonight. Our defenses can keep the night creatures at bay for now, you should rest somewhere safe instead of out in the woods."

"Night creatures are nothing," Micheal commented.

The woman snorted. "I don't know what makes you think that, but only hod himself could rid of these beast on his own."

"Indeed I can," Micheal agreed with a nod. The mother let go of the figure and took a step away. Micheal lowered their hood. "While I am not the one who created this world, I keep an watchful eye." Six sett of golden wings spourted from the body.

The mother gasped and took another step back.

- * -

The body was most efficient on nights like this. Villages had become inefficient in protecting themselves. Though it was not Michael's quest, it wasn't actions he was against. They were his actions after all.

Night creatures were nothing to his abilities, what villages would struggle all night to keep and bay Micheal could slay in the matter of minuets. People cheered as they landed softly on the ground. The people were quick to believe the creatures were gone, and that they were free from the darkness.

'There's so much darkness...' Micheal commented, insitcits and sense in high after battle.

'You're quest is to ride the world of sinners, the darkness means nothing to you,' she pointed out with slight hostility, the most aggression she coulduster against Micheal.

'This world is mine to protect, and I will not let it fall into darkness,' Michael declared.

"Ma'm," a farmer approached them. "Please, stay, if they ever return well be done for."

"I have more important things to do," Micheal refused. "This is just repent for you hospitality. This body is still hanging onto humanity."

"Then can you please teach us how to stop those creatures like you can?" another villager asked. Probably also a farmer.

Micheal scoffed, "Humans can not learn the powers of God."

- * -

T

hey were practically limping with hunger. Micheal was too stubborn on his quest to stop for food. There was little left fueling the body, and the ability to fly left them long ago. They perked up at the sound of clatter.

With the last of the energy they stumbled to a small carvan. "Please do you have any food?" Micheal asked, feeling the pain of a stomach trying to digest its own walls from hunger.

"We have nothing we can give," the buffet man said. "We've lost anything, and can barely feed ourselves."

"You do have food?" Micheal clarified, straightening up from the slouched position they were in. "And you won't give any."

"We don't have enough to give," a woman added, trying to desecrate the clear anger.

"You won't need it anymore," Micheal pointed out, with a sword in hand.