Sleeping Sun [Alucard x Reader]

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He could still see you.

Yes, even after these long, dragging centuries, full of war, full of bloodshed, full of tears and death, despite the millions of faces drowning in his consciousness in a sea of insanity, he could still see you perfectly.

You were of little to no importance in the eyes of those who passed by you. A mere peasant were you, serving no purpose in a greater cause, a holy crusade, serving no benefit to the sovereigns of your land. You tended to your daily tasks, your family, your quiet, little home with a bright smile on your face, content, at peace, contrasting the abysmal madness he wandered through.

Perhaps that was why he recalled you so immaculately, from the wrinkle in your brow to the delicate line of your lips to the thin strands of gold in your hair as the sunlight touched it with its fingers.

Yet, the fates lead you to such a nightmare, one you did not deserve, one unfitting for such a gentle soul.

And by his own, filthy, stained hands...

And what for?

For the sake of vengeance? His own twisted desire to eliminate all those who shamed him? Who reduced him to such a state?

The years weighed down his shoulders with such force, he could barely recall his own thoughts and thus ended the stream of consciousness with a breathy, defeated sigh.

He located you in the dismal remains of your home, crackling, crumbling, the remnants of something once good. The metallic, thick smell of your blood dominated his senses as he watched you quivering, staring into the face of death.

Him, the ruler of death.

The Impaler.  

The ultimate vampire.

The Bird of Hermes.

All names describing the only nature he identified himself with:
A monster.

You gazed at him with imploring eyes, red, swollen, brimming with tears. Though his face revealed nothing of the sort, nothing of his innermost thoughts, every pulse fired a shot of pain through the lines of his still living vessels.

And you begged.

Despite knowing his reputation, despite knowing his character, you pleaded with him.

Not that he might spare you. Not that he might relieve you from your misery.

”Please...let me at least see the sunlight one more time...Let me sleep in the light of the sun...”

Such a simple request, but with a family perished and left to ruin, what more did you have to live for?

The more the memory circulated within the frames of his mind, the more his admiration grew for you.

A feeble human, accepting death, when he witnessed so many depraved beings, too cowardly to leave the plains of the earth and instead turn to dealings with darkness.

As if your body had been composed of the finest porcelain, he gingerly lifted your body from the soil. Patiently, he brought you into the air, choked by smoke, ash and spark. Emitting a few whimpers, cracked and faint, you pressed your cheek against his chest and received what little comfort his warmth might have brought you.

And at last, he delivered you to a clean, open space, where a solitary tree resided, brittle limbs bent to the mercy of the wind, crisp leaves floating to the ground like tears, as if mourning for the destruction for the land, charred and lost. Here he placed you. Here you pervaded in the heavenly light of the sun. Its strong arms embraced you, warmed you, eased your agony, untangled the web of chaos and fear your mind trapped you in.

And with a sigh of relief, you immersed yourself into a peaceful, eternal sleep, bathed in the light of the sun.

He could still see you.

The golden light illuminating thin strands of gold within your locks, illuminating your tears into golden droplets streaking down your filthied face, the heat of your skin as you innocently pressed yourself against him.

The look of pure and utter bliss as you finally breathed your last.

Oh, how he envied you, how he longed to achieve that finality instead of forever tying himself to this earth, forever a damned creature, forever in pain.

Forever lost in the realms of life and death.

But, he at least could say he managed to bring someone a sliver of happiness in their final hours.

And that was why, in a way, you were like a sun to him, bringing him the same consolation as the celestial body brought to you.

And perhaps, one day,

he too would achieve that desire he so earnestly desired, ached for, craved for,

sleeping in the light of the sun.