A Purposeless Woman Addresses Her Mun

[fratersacrificium]

...You say you have a purpose for me, yet you took no action in 'bringing me out' until now.

Why, then? [Because you need to search for that purpose.]

...I have none left, sans what was cast upon me. My only duty cannot go unattended.

There is no meaning to my life... No 'searching' can change that.

[...It's easier to find than you think.]

Comments

[second_star]

Man, you're pretty down on yourself. Lighten up.

[fratersacrificium]

[...]

If only it was so simple. [Beating yourself up over it isn't going to change a thing.]

[whitedarklord]

There... really aren't that many people like us. You shouldn't be so hard on yourself.

[The Castlevania fandom is a small, small thing indeed.]

[fratersacrificium]

[Too small for its own good. Nonetheless, the boy only gets a side glance.]

Would it change much? Even if he lies dead, the evil he left behind still lingers.

[This victory came at too great a price.]

[second_star]

Yeah, shit can be pretty complicated.

But, attitude really makes a different, you know.

[whitedarklord]

[Soma winced slightly, having a feeling he knew who she was talking about...]

Yeah, I know... believe me.

[fratersacrificium]

[...There was something off about this boy's understanding. Perhaps...he too had come face-to-face with the Lord of Darkness himself?]

Then you should know that I cannot stray from that duty...not until every last trace of it is extinguished.

[whitedarklord]

[Soma rubbed the back of his neck.]

Um... well, I don't think you'll succeed doing that.

[fratersacrificium]

[...] And what has given you that strong an impression?

[whitedarklord]

Because he... still exists in the future. Just, not in the same way.

[fratersacrificium]

[...No. Even Dominus failed to remove his influence from the world? Even the very glyph she would have willingly given her life away to use against him had done nothing?]

...Then my work has been for naught? Is that what you are trying to tell me?

[...She can't believe it. No...she refuses to.]

[fratersacrificium]

Perhaps...

But I fear I may not understand how a simple outlook can change this.

[whitedarklord]

[He hated to say so, mostly because now he feels bad that he exists, but...]

Yes. I'm... sorry.

[second_star]

It doesn't do all the work, but it's a step. You can't fix something if you don't think it can be fixed.

1/2

[fratersacrificium]

[...These keywords speak so much of how far in disbelief she's settled herself. They really do.]

[fratersacrificium]

[Her silence lingers for all of two minutes, before she opens her mouth to speak again, expression slowly steeling itself. She had to know. She needed to know...

She had no quarrel with this boy, but he had a deeper understanding of her situation than she expected--too deep. There was but one question that her voice was able to deliver--]

...How can you say all this with little doubt?

[whitedarklord]

[...he's going to get stabbed, isn't he? Soma took a breath, bracing himself for the inevitable strike, and...]

...because, I'm his reincarnation.

[belmont]

If you cannot find, create.

[fratersacrificium]

[...To think she'd be face to face with a Belmont. Despite this, her sullen look remains unchanged.] Were it so easy. ['How could she possibly create her own purpose?' All but said--perhaps she has no idea of how much freedom she has created for herself, by her own hand.]

[fratersacrificium]

[I'm his reincarnation.

Those words repeated in her head, but she could make little sense of it. He shared a resemblance with the vile lord of darkness, yes, maybe they even shared a soul... but...in attitude, there was little she could see that could allow her to draw the connection between them. He seemed...remorseful, bitter over such a fate, rather than proud, if she were to go from his tone. ...Who wouldn't, though--it meant being nigh unapproachable, if one knew of his true identity.

Shanoa merely continues to stare at him, Nitesco's luster visible from her hand. Surprise--she isn't. What might not be such a surprise, however, is that she's still wary, still on her guard.]

You would reveal this to someone who tirelessly fights him and his ilk. Why?

[alwayskidnapped]

You should not say things like that. Everyone has a purpose!

[fratersacrificium]

[Saying that does little. She shakes her head, expression distant.] I have already fulfilled what little I had left. There is no other path for me to follow. [And again, she fails to realize that her freedom is right there in front of her.]

[alwayskidnapped]

Life is what you make it out to be. You will, in time, find other purposes. [ Annette frowns. ] You must never give up, and always continue pushing forward.

[belmont]

Rarely, if ever, it is. Nevertheless, the freedom and choice to create purpose lies in your hands -- and no one else's. Do not rely on the whims of others to dictate it for you.

Lateness, but I don't care. ;;

[fratersacrificium]

Have I truly earned such freedom, though?

...And even if I have, I could not possibly return to the life I once knew.

[Because the few things I had that gave it meaning are gone forever.]

[whitedarklord]

Because, I'm not like him. I never would have wanted this if I had a choice.

[fratersacrificium]

[...That's enough to get her to relax, for now. Nitesco's light fades, and her expression goes back to stoic. So he truly had no hand in his fate...

One less reason for her to strike, then. He...might be trustworthy, in fact, despite his true identity...]

...Then I have no justification for fighting you.

:)

[belmont]

M'lady, you've earned the freedom the moment you were born. Your will is your own...

[A pause, as his eyes narrow ever so slightly.]

...life you once knew?

[fratersacrificium]

[...] I had family, before all this, before I took up the fight against Dracula. He is gone now...

[And that is as much as I will say. The hurt is clear in her expression, even just thinking about it.]

[belmont]

[His whole countenance changes the instant she utters Dracula, shifting into something more assertive. Not quite predatory.]

...you fought Dracula? Are you somehow related to House Belmont?

[fratersacrificium]

[A minute pause, before she shakes her head, drowning out the sadness so that she may answer his query.] Yes. And no, I am not... However, I do know of one person bearing that name--Richter, I believe.

[belmont]

Richter. I know not of that name.

[Nothing he can do with that information, really, except save it for future use, if needed. There's the more curious case of her that's captured his attention. She's fought Dracula yet she is not related to his family. Though the Belmonts do not have the monopoly on the vampire hunting trade, it does strike a blow, however soft, against Simon's pride that his family's legacy isn't as indelible as he likes to think it is.]

...if it is purpose that you seek, perhaps following this Richter's example might be the best course of action?

[whitedarklord]

[Soma's lips twitched up into a faint smile.]

...thanks.