Dead By Daylight [OneShots]

The Dark Lord X (OC) Reader X Alucard (P3)

I don't like this.

We'd been through many places together. From bloodied, burning battlefield that reeked of burnt rotting flesh, to the ruins of old, dead civilizations that had nothing to give but buildings with fallen debris and dilapidated houses, dark, haunted and abandoned. Then it was Mother's Dwelling, with thundering skies and the sound of drizzle that lulled one to sleep, with the sour salty scent of petrichor putting a restless soul to peace.

I had seen the dark dungeons of the Knight, and Lord Vecna. The former wasn't welcoming by any means, but the latter had let me leave with a warning to never step into his realm while he's engrossed deep in his studies. The only time he had played by the rules and had accepted my presence in his place was when he was chasing me across the land, ready to reap my soul for yet another trial and goading his strength. There was a strange mania about his essence, and while he liked no one and tolerated absolutely no form of petulance, one could gain his favor, and mercy if there was something valuable to offer.

At the moment I had only an iridescent shard on me, a very rare mineral mined in Entity's world, and perhaps at present scarce. While it was used heavily in craftsmanship, and a few of our daggers were made of it, I willingly gifted it to him in exchange of letting Nea and Sable leave. It had occurred to him that the girls were simply too eager for thrill and had stumbled upon his realm to play, entranced by the ethereal view of his Study, which he prided himself with.

But this place was unlike any other place we had been. Regal in its appearance, the place rightfully belonged to some great Monarch, or a wealthy aristocrat who was riveted by the glory of art and pompous architecture. The said being lavished himself, or herself, with nothing but finest of comforts and beauty provided by luxury. The ornately carved pillars, the stained glasses of windows depicting a grim albeit picturesque tale of some fallen angel and a weeping veiled lady, the grand staircase with velvet carpets laid over the hardwood floor, everything fell in a state of grand harmony.

Humungous portraits hung upon the wall, the size of which gave a paranoid illusion of weight capable of taking down the walls with themselves. The windows were big, touching the ceiling several feet above us as if giants were the residents of the said castle. Similarly, big ornate chandelier hung there, golden and reflecting flickering lights from the fire from the sconces.

Everything was in fine glamorous colors, contrasted by the richness of the red velvet curtains, however it was still dulled by the darkness of the night outside, the fog and cold further adding to the haunting spirit of the place. It was terrifically beautiful.

I don't like this, still.

"I love castles!" Terry declared happily, her booming happy voice echoing eerily across the room.

"If I become a knight, I can have a place like this, right?" Titus asked, looking around curiously, excited all the while, "I'll be your Knight in Shining Armor then?"

"You'll have to wait for that, kid." I mumbled, trying to keep my pace steady as we were sightseeing the place.

"I'll get to wear an armor like that, right?" He gently pulled at my sweater, turning my attention towards a line of statues behind me.

On both the sides of the path, there were ten statues of armors standing facing each other, ready for a march. They were hollow on the inside, empty, I could see them, but the manner of assembling them and putting them in such a position was unnerving, a cruel mockery of an entrance of a lost traveler to find no sign of solace there.

Everything about the place was vital, a symbiotic essence breathing life in a seemingly dull place. I felt trapped, every corner eagerly watching me.

"That's fucking rad." Reid whispered, "This guy filthy rich!"