Demon

[06.12.00] » by Nightsong

Based on Castlevnia:  Symphony of the Night.

What am I?

I know I am evil

But I don't even fit that category correctly

Cursed blood runs through my veins

But pure blood mingles with it

Does this melding make me worse

Or does it make me better?

I sleep now, for all eternity

Or at least, such do I hope

For I fear if I awaken

Destruction will be the result

Still, these dreams don't break my mind

Or what passes for my soul.

And thus do I ponder forever

What my life could mean

I am the result of unholy union

Something never meant to be

Offspring of human and devil

Of Vampire and frail humanity.

I feel the darkness run through me

A lust for blood and destruction

But it is tempered with a love for light

And a love for life itself

But still did I enter in

To this forever slumber

For every time I've awoken

I've been forced to kill.

Often these creatures were doomed anyway

Sometimes they'd already died

But irregardless

I spilled their blood

And took pride in doing it

Some, like Belmont, would say

There is nothing wrong with this

Trevor certainly took pride

Took pride in the death of demons

I suppose I am too close to being one of them to hate them.

But I cannot change that.

I cannot make myself hate my father

Even if I can force myself to fight him.

I cannot hate any of those

Who never hated me.

Still, they hated my 'human side'

The legacy of my mother

The one thing that I cherish most

More than life itself.

For 'tis this 'weakness' that makes me strong

That aids me in all life

It cures me of the weaknesses of the vampire

It lets me see daylight.

But the other half makes up for that

Makes me truly dark

Will I ever gaze upon Heaven?

I fear it shall not be, not even if I die.

For though I am forever young, I can be killed.

Ripped apart.

Shall I be sent to the underworld

One last gift from my father

From cursed Dracula

Though I am in every way his opposite

'Tis why, after all, I'm called Alucard

The yang to his yin

The white opposing black

On God's eternal chessboard.

I wonder who wins the game of the moment

God or Dark Lucifer?

And am I numbered among the white

Or merely a traitorous black?

I know not what to do with myself

So I came here to sleep

To run away from life

And all that is within it.

Perhaps I am a coward

And perhaps I do not care.

So I bid farewell to life

And goodbye to fair Maria

For I know I cannot have her

Accursed as I am.

I run away forever

In the depths of my own mind

Never again shall I return

To that world, long left behind.