#draculeon

[euchariis]

theyre so important to me

[starvion]

Leon being annoyed that Mathias got even taller after he turned and Dracula loves how much easier this makes manhandling Leon.

Leon also being flustered by the increased height difference.

[beloved-belmont]

Do You Know Whose Face You Wear? Pt. 8

-- Part 8

Leon continued to cocoon on top of the bed, but slowly began to explore the room, getting used to moving around again.

Leon finally had enough courage, and the urge to use the chamber pot, to peek into the attached room. Inside was a tub, a chair with a hole in it, and a bowl attached to the wall. He had never seen a room like this before.

He looked into the tub, there was a hole at the bottom. How does the water stay in? Leon turned his attention to the metal rod near the edge of the tub, it was hollow and accompanied by two objects that looked like wheels on either side. He was so curious that he didn't notice the room's door being opened.

Dracula had entered the angel's room with a tray of dinner of some roasted meat and carrots, surprised to not find him in his usual spot. He placed the tray down noticing the washroom door open.

He could see Leon messing with the bathtub's handles, scrambling back when water came out.

Amused, Dracula made his presence known, "Don't be frightened."

Leon tensed at the voice, eyes wide.

"Here, let me show you."

As the Count explained how to use all of the features in the washroom, Leon watched with fascination. He made a mental note to try and take a bath later.

Leon followed Dracula out of the washroom, now smelling the roasted meat. He waited for the Count's permission before trying the food. It was delicious and for the first time in a long time he was able to enjoy a meal without fearing a hidden punishment.

After Dracula had departed, Leon went back into the washroom and followed the Count's instructions, filling the tub with warm water.

Leon let out a soft sound of content as he sank into the tub. It was heaven compared to the ice cold buckets of water he had grown accustomed to. He felt brand new as he stepped out and dried himself off, flapping his wings to air them out.

After he had dried off, he climbed back onto the bed.

Leon turned his attention back to the blankets. Eating the food and bathing was ok, so using the blankets should be ok. The Count seemed to mean what he said, unlike the previous caretakers. Leon looked back to the door before moving over to pull back the covers and climb under them, wrapping himself with his wings. He felt more secure further hidden away from the world. For the first time in centuries Leon went to sleep clean, comfortable, and with a full belly.

--

The first time Dracula entered the room to find Leon under the covers, a smile crossed his face. He walked over, slightly lifting the covers to see the angel, who was cocooned under the blanket. After a few seconds, Leon peeked out from the safety of his cocoon. Dracula felt a warm feeling bloom in his chest at the sight. How cute.

"Did you sleep well?" Dracula asked.

Leon nodded before opening his wings and sitting up.

Dracula was pleased by how comfortable the angel was becoming with his new environment. He was hoping that they would eventually be comfortable enough to speak, if they were able to.

"I still haven't gotten a name from you, at this rate I'll just have to name you." Dracula mused.

Leon looked at him, still silent.

"No protests?" Dracula smiled, somewhat disappointed, "I guess for now I'll just call you Angel. Not that creative, I know, but maybe that'll urge you to tell me your real one."

Leon was just happy to not be referred to as Chalice.

--

Even as a routine was established and the months went by, Leon couldn't fully relax. He half expected a caretaker to come in and tell him he failed before dragging him back to the cellar to- He didn't want to think about that.

Dracula had picked up on this. It was to be expected, the church had obviously left some lasting damage. The irony that the dark lord was kinder than the church almost made him laugh. He wondered what Angel was like before the church's influence. Was he more outgoing? More like Leon?

Dracula had given up on avoiding thoughts of Leon. Having Angel in his custody made it impossible.

Dracula had made it a habit to visit Angel even when he didn't intend to feed. Leon was cautious at first, but began to adjust to Dracula's presence.

Dracula would read in a chair by the fireplace. It reminded Leon of Mathias.

Leon thought back to the nights he would spend sitting with Mathias by the fireplace, content to exist in silence next to the man has he read. Occasionally Mathias would make a noise as if contemplating something. Leon had noticed the Count doing the same.

Leon found himself thinking of Mathias more often, of a time before he had wings. Leon smiled softly, continuing to preen and brush his wings as he reminisced on his past.

The Count would occasionally look up from his book to look at Angel and when he looked up to find Angel smiling to himself he was taken aback. He looks so much like Leon.

Dracula had thought he would never see a smile like that again, and he wanted to hear Angel laugh.

[chrysonoe]

Somewhere in hell~

Start of a new mini comic :3

[mrsegbert]

Sometimes a family can be a vampire, his first wife, his second wife, his boyfriend, and his boyfriend's fiance

[beloved-belmont]

Do You Know Whose Face You Wear? Pt. 9

It hadn't even been a full year since the events at Walter's castle when Mathias had heard the news of Leon Belmont's death.

Grief and anger washed over him. Yet again God had ripped away another person he cherished.

He had visited Leon's grave one night with a bouquet of lilies. "My dear Leon, I was hoping we'd be seeing each other again under better circumstances." He placed the lilies next to the grave.

"I suppose this means I'm off the hook in terms of being hunted by you." He attempted to joke, ignoring the lump forming in his throat.

All his anger had washed away and an overwhelming sadness took him. He wanted to claw through the cold earth and pull Leon out, to cradle him in his arms and refuse to let go.

I should have turned him.

Mathias knew that if he had forcibly turned Leon, the man would have spent eternity hating him.

But he'd still be here to hate me.

Leon had been the last tether Mathias had to his previous life and now he was gone. He decided then that his identity as Mathias would join Leon in death.

"If you are no more, than I am no more my friend." Dracula smiled sadly. "Rest well, Leon."

--

It was obvious that Leon's passing had made Dracula crueler. Along with his new name, he had less patience.

When he eventually began his campaign for power, it had been bloody and many well established vampires had to be discarded when they refused to yield. Was he more cruel in his execution than necessary? Yes, but it was important to establish early on that he wouldn't tolerate disobedience.

With Death by his side, he had managed to quickly put the other creatures of the night in line.

It wasn't long before he became well known and drew the attention of humans and fellow vampires alike.

--

"Vampiric activity has increased over in the North."

Leon was used to listening to the caretakers chat, but vampires wasn't a usual topic.

"At least it is far away from here."

"Apparently a new dark lord has arisen stirring up more activity."

A new dark lord? Mathias is the one with the stone...

"Another one?"

"Well, the infighting is constant. I won't be surprised if this one gets replaced like the previous ones.

Replaced? Mathias was replaced?

Leon felt his heart sink.

No. Mathias is too clever. He isn't-

Leon could feel tears streaming down his cheeks as his breathing turned panicked.

The only way Mathias would part with the stone would be through death.

A pained noise left Leon, startling the gossiping men.

How long had Mathias been dead? How many dark lords has there been?

He's not. He's not.

Despite the anger and betrayal Mathias had made Leon feel, Leon had managed to find some comfort in the fact that Mathias was out there somewhere. Now, he truly felt alone.

[beloved-belmont]

Do You Know Whose Face You Wear?

After hearing a rumor that the church is harboring an angel, and being gifted a vial of what is claimed to be angels blood, Dracula decides to pay the church a visit. He didn't expect however, to find a familiar face waiting for him in the cellar under the cathedral.

This is a rough draft that I've decided to post as a way to motivate me to keep writing, so please excuse any errors.

-- Part One

One of the many things Dracula had to do as the dark lord was managing his court, which was why he was currently hosting an event at his castle. With these events came tributes gifted to him by members of the court and updates on the state of the world.

"I had intercepted a delivery of goods to the capital, my lord, and found something you might find interesting." One of Dracula's generals presented him with a golden box. The box was engraved with with foliage and feathers, and when the general opened the box to show its contents, nestled in the center of a red velvet lined interior, was a glass vial containing a deep red liquid.

"I heard them refer to it as 'angel's blood', and have heard rumors of the church keeping an angel under lock and key." The general added, placing the box in the Count's hand. "Apparently the blood is quite popular and sells well to selected elites."

"So the church claims to have an angel, and they're happy to bleed it dry for money. Hypocritical as usual."

The count took the vial to look at it closer, setting the box to the side. The vial was wrapped in a gold ribbon and decorated quite fancily.

"This convoy, do you know where they had departed from?" The Count asked, holding the vial up to the light.

"My guess would be on the village by the border. It is small, but the church has a heavy presence there. The rest of the cargo were also church relics and materials. " The general responded, pleased that the Count was intrigued by his gift.

"Thank you, both for this and bringing their activities to my attention." The count smiled, dismissing him.

"Of course, my lord." The general bowed before returning to the festivities.

Dracula admired the vial for a few more seconds before returning it to its box, he would be analyzing the contents of the vial after his guests had departed.

---

Dracula headed to his study after the festivities had ended. He popped the cork of the vial, as soon as the blood was exposed to the air, the intoxicating scent hit his nose. He had to restrain himself from immediately taking a sip, instead taking the vial to his alchemy table and pouring a bit into a separate container. Dracula had sensed no holy energy, but the intoxicating smell made him suspicious. He hadn't smelt blood this alluring before, had the church added something?

All the tests he had conducted had concluded that the liquid was just blood, no additional substances, though it was exceptionally healthy. The count separated the rest of the blood into two vials, one for further research and the other to taste. If the blood tasted even half as good as it smelt, he might have to find this so called 'angel'. The moment the first drop touched his tongue, he knew he would be paying the church a visit. Dracula considered himself someone with high self-control, and he was. However, if you had spent all of your life simply feeding on scraps and finally got a bite of a fresh feast, you wouldn't want to go back. He realized that the comparison was extreme, but it tasted that good.

The vial was quickly emptied. Finally, he had found something interesting to occupy his time.

---

The moon was bright and the air warm. It was a lovely summer night. Dracula looked at the village from afar, but more importantly the cathedral. It was quite strange for such a small village to host a cathedral now that he thought about it. "Maybe they do have some poor creature locked up here." He noted. Though he was leaning towards the idea of the church simply marketing human blood as an elixir to make money. He would check the cathedral first, perhaps they could tell him who they drew from, if not he could check the village.

Dracula had waited until a young page had returned to the cathedral, grabbing him before he reached the door. The man froze, about to scream before the count covered his mouth.

"No need to panic, I just have some questions regarding the "services" that the church provides, Will you not invite me in?" Dracula prompted, lightly digging his claws into the man's face as a threat. The man hesitated before the count moved his hand around his neck.

"Ok- ok- come in!" The young man panicked as a claw traced his throat.

"Thank you." The count entered the building, before releasing the man who scrambled away against a wall.

"Tell me, whose blood has the church been selling? Is there a list?" Dracula eyed the man "I advise you don't lie to me."

"Not selling- for the most part. It is gifted to the pope." The man nervously replied.

"What need would the pope have for human blood?" Dracula asked, annoyed that his first question had been ignored, but curious about the new information.

The man looked confused, "It's angel blood?"

"Do you seriously expect me to believe that you have angel whose blood you have been taking?" Dracula hissed. "The light has no place here and the divine doesn't grace this land with its presence, so what does the pope need blood for and whose blood is it." He grabbed the man by the collar.

"It is- It has healing properties- They keep it in the cellar-" The man cowered.

Dracula dropped the man with a growl, "Show me, and if you are wasting my time, I will make your death painful."

The man lead Dracula down into the cathedral's lower levels. The air was cooler here, and the corridor was dimly lit. The count noticed a cool light coming from the end of the hall.

They entered a room with small windows that allowed moonlight to leak in, Dracula froze as he realized what he was looking at. In the center of the room, illuminated by moonlight, and surrounded by silver chains, was a cocoon of feathers. He stepped forward eyes scanning the two large wings wrapped around the creature.

"So even the church would commit such an act of blasphemy, chaining a supposed holy creature." Dracula turned back to the cowering man, who was attempting to sneak down the hallway. Dracula narrowed his eyes and in a flash had slit the mans throat before returning to the center of the room.

"Now let's see you." Dracula's claw traced one of the wings.

The wings flinched at the touch and eventually the wings opened slightly, allowing a curious blue eye to peek out.

Dracula smiled sharply, "So tell me, if you are an angel, what is a creature like you doing in my domain? Did the others not inform you that the mortal world now belongs to me?"

The wings closed before opening a bit wider revealing a face that Dracula had never expected to see again. The face of a man whose grave he had visited, a man he had mourned, even if he had no right to. It was the face of Leon Belmont.

[chrysonoe]

Do you have hc for the draculeon ship? Could you tell us a bit about the plot of the comic? Only if you want, cause I came across your fanart and it left me wanting for more.

Sure! After the trio defeated Dracula, he obviously arrived in hell. After wandering around aimlessly, he sees a familiar face desperately fighting against a demon. Of course Dracula saves Leon, but Leon doesn't trust his old friend. The vampire is wondering why Leon, of all people, ended up in hell. So he tries to earn Leon's trust again, by protecting him from wandering demons who want to snack on the Belmont. He learns about 'life' in hell and the eternal punishment Leon receives here.

One of my headcanons for this ship is that Leon calls Dracula Mathias and refuses to call him Dracula. They know each other xD