#askhector

Scenario Roulette: 5. The second-to-last person got possessed by SOMETHING (possibly evil) and can’t control themself.

How could they have been so careless...?

It started as an ordinary night for the pale prince, he awoke from his undisturbed slumber like every night before, he went about his daily duties as he had done every night before. He was groomed, dressed, ate and did some amount of reading like every night before. And, just like clockwork, he went to his father's side to provide him company; for the loss of his wife still haunted him regularly, and it was Alucard's hope that by being there for him, Dracula would eventually come back to his senses and would cease his desire for bloodshed and war. And while it seemed fruitless, there were some times throughout the eve that the two would speak casually, and Alucard made it his goal during these conversations to speak of anything but the war or Lisa. And today was no different, once Dracula finished up with a task, he asked Alucard how his night was going. And Alucard gladly responded, detailing all he had done like a well behaved prince and son.

Eventually, this casual conversation led to Dracula's idea of seeing Alucard's progression with his training. Alucard agreed to show him, despite knowing his father intended to invite him to fight in the war should he deem him ready, and the two had made their way toward the training grounds of the castle. While there, Dracula pit his son against various types of soldiers and monsters, and he watched as his son defeated each one with great strength and elegance. Not once did his son lose his composure or footing. And for that, Dracula was proud.

Until... Something unforeseen had happened.

Facing off against a demon with powerful magic, Alucard had fought the creature and had nearly won. However, the demon panicked, and in her frantic attempts to flee from Alucard's vicious, but graceful, ruthlessness, she had cast a spell. A spell that caused the demon to vanish into a cloud of magic. A puff that Alucard unintentionally absorbed. To the spectators of the fight, it had appeared as though Alucard had fully slain the demon and absorbed her soul. However, that was far from the case. The demon had unknowingly used a spell of possession and had... Accidentally taken possession of Alucard.

Fearing for her life, as she new Dracula would not approve of a demon possessing his son, the demon acted as Alucard, saying he had slew the demon and added her power to his own. Dracula congratulated his son for besting so many creatures, and was surprised and  impressed that Alucard had learned and mastered the Power of Dominance without his father knowing.

"It was to surprise you, father." Alucard responded; his outward appearance completely calm but inward, the demon freaked wildly with panic and worry.

"I look forward to seeing you on the frontlines, my son." Dracula reached a hand out and placed it to his shoulder." So long have I awaited the day where you would fight along side me, taking from the humans what they took from us all those moons ago."

A man without an essence may as well not even exist. Though to end is not his destiny, he could but seek his purpose out, and gain control of who and what he is meant to be. He could then become anything. What Isaac would become was a being far above mere humans. Far above even that. That was what drove him on throughout his life, and that very thing is what he lost.

Every morsel of his dream shattered, every fragment of what he had pulled himself through to become, lost. He would have laid dead still, buried deep beneath the ground, his body being suffocated by the earth enclosed around him, and he would lament, if not for the mere truth: he wasn't yet awake.

A familiar tingling sensation in his mind jolted him to consciousness. His eyes snapped open to behold pure blackness. Was this death? No! This was his senses telling him he was alive enough to be suffocated back to death. He felt it in his lungs, the lungs he still had were choking, being crushed under the vain attempts at drawing in air. All around him, something was holding him tight, attempting to keep him there until he would desist once again. Something was attempting to crush him. He opened his mouth and tasted it, earth. He was buried alive.

His immediate reaction was to thrash. And every thrash in every direction granted him a sliver more of freedom. His arms flailed wildly without restraint, his screams of desperation would be heard across a valley if not for his missing voice.

He didn't think for a moment of how close he would be. All his mind would allow him to do was pummel the earth until there was nothing left of himself to continue on. When the single breath he had left in his body finally ran out, he would soon stop, but with one last thrust, his now-bloodied fist and shredded glove busted forth from the bitter earth. He felt his breath enter him once again.

For a small moment, he had the privilege to remember who he was, or rather, who he wasn't. Then in that moment he found a small voice in his mind, telling him that he should have never allowed himself to deny his destiny just then, the destiny of his silent and pathetic end...

That sensation again, the one that brought him to life. It tingled in his mind on his very second thought. He remembered, he recalled. The one whom forged the reason why every morsel of his essence was lost. The reason he was such a maggot crawling across the sullied ground. The one whom he would kill. He sensed that person.