bloody tears

[reposing]

After committing patricide, Alucard had reluctantly spent his years living, being awake. Once upon a time, he had thought to sleep for eternity, but Trevor and Sypha had convinced him otherwise; they were wonderful comrades, a friendship he had not counted on lasting -- but for years, it did. They bore children, and the Belmont line would continue. Though he felt immense guilt for helping kill his father, Alucard loved his friends and their wonderful children.

Which in turn, his immortal blood would curse him, forcing him to watch his friends age. The laugh lines suited them both, Trevor still dashing and smug despite his age and Sypha fiery and brilliant. His heart had sunk, staying with them, clutching their hands as their life would fade day to day.

“You fucking bastard,” Trevor had muttered, grinning tiredly. “Still as beautiful as the day you beat my ass in that dingy keep of yours.”

His heart broke as their time eventually came, feeling eerily alone as they passed away together in their sleep. Though Alucard was close to their children and grandchildren, it was not like the bond he had with them. His mother was gone, murdered by other humans. His father, killed by his own hands. Now the closest, only friends he had, taken by time itself, leaving him with so little.

And so, he had retreated to the castle. Once his father's, now his own, filled with years of knowledge and obtaining years more. The outside world concerned him little, and he focused instead on protecting the libraries of Belmont and Tepes alike. Generations would come to pass, empires rising and falling. Pointless wars that would sometimes tempt him to think that perhaps his father was right, and acts of love that would make him remember his mother's remarkable heart instead.

Still, he spent it all withdrawn from the world, tired and finding solitude.

What he does not anticipate is how suddenly a complete stranger comes bursting through one of the mirrors, smelling of magic, the stars, and quintessence. Alucard had been in the middle of putting a book back onto its shelf, and he stands there, baffled by the sudden intrusion.

"Well." Alucard pauses. "That is quite the entrance."

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[shiro2hero]

You know? Space battles prepare you for a lot. For the cost of war, the decisions that weigh heavily on whoever makes them. For diplomacy. For sacrifice. Friendships hard won and lives lost. Not to mention the countless bizarre acts of science and magic, one of which absolutely should not be able to coexist with the other in the ways the species out there in the stars manage to do it.

However, it does not prepare you to suddenly fall out of a mirror in the middle of an important battle.

The most important one, to be precise.

He's baffled. Stunned. So keyed up on adrenaline and fear he reacts without thinking. The others -- He's not in the Black Lion any longer. He's not hearing their voices in his helmet. Not in the vacuum of space, or the Castle or any Galra ship. All he remembered was a flash of light as they struck out against the enemy with everything they had... then nothing.

His first, probably foolish, instinct is to slam a shoulder back into the mirror out of panic, out of desperation. The logical part of his brain doesn't expect it to work, but if he doesn't at least try...

Of course it doesn't work.

Someone speaks. His whole body whirls, hand sparking to life out of the corner of his eye. Nothing in this room is familiar. Nothing about the voice, or the stranger's face is familiar either. No alien he knows. This man could be human -- if something in his head weren't shouting otherwise.

"Where am I!"

It would be a question if he weren't so desperate for the answer.