Lucy X Reader

Father Vs Son: World Of Suffering

You now stood, looking up at the tower. Your friends at your side as you watched. Not only were you three watching, but there were two more watching with bated breath, one surprised, one giddy with anticipation.

"He survived." Alucard spoke softly, almost reverently. He spoke both of you, and your father. "Who master?" Seras asked as she watched as well, their vampire eyes gazing at you from far off in the mountains. "Both (F/N). And his father." Seras looked shocked and asked, "You know his father?" Slowly Alucard sighed. "Yes. When I was still the Count. I had left his village to burn, leaving him and his wife. I wanted someone that could rise up and end me." Alucard looked back on that dark point in his life, not long after he first began to desire death, unable to die. "I turned them into vampires, and left them." Seras tried not to find his actions terrible, still being kind hearted and pure minded. "Now they came back."

Laughing Makube clapped as he watched, watching through a telescope as you all waited for your father to step forth and fight. "Who would have thought that fools only legitimate son would become the biggest thorn in my side?" Zooming in more he looked at your face. "I can't wait for that face to twist in rage. And if you do it well enough Israphel I want it to twist in pain as well, as everyone he cares for burns before his eyes." He muttered to himself, as sadistic as they came.

Finally your father walked out, slowly clapping. As if the whole world wanted to watch, the wind died down. Leaving only that clap as he stood before you. Ready to face the three of you. "You live, and all of your own will and volition. For once in my long life I am proud to claim my flesh and blood. It's almost enough to make me beam with pride for you." Smirking at you his expression soured at your response. "No it's not. All you will ever beam with is arrogance and pride at yourself." Sighing he shook his head. "Your wise beyond your few years my son, you see through the veil that no one else can. You truly are a reflection of your mother. As foolish as she was you will prove to be as well. As weak as she was, you will follow her path, and become but one voice joining the countless others that make up the symphony of pain that is my path in life." Spreading his arms wide he continued his speech, looking out on Medici as he spoke. "Are you ready to die for this damned world? This world that should perish regardless of my life or death? This world with so much strife and war what I've done will pale in comparison to it's full history? This world, so weak that it cannot make peace? Where one man will pillage and plunder, rape and torture, just to make a damned name for himself?" Turning on you, you saw the anger, the hatred. "No. I'll kill you so one of those men dies here." Growling he regained his composure. "Then come forth son. And face our destiny."