Chapter Two:

Blinking himself awake, Harry lay confused at the pitch blackness of his sleeping arrangements. Hearing muffled voices, Harry listened to the conversation, recognizing his mother and some other voice.

"So why haven't we moved out of the throne room yet?" Kalawarner asked.

"Until I can get Harry these powers, which he still has to agree to by the way, everything sentient or otherwise in this castle will attack us on sight." She explained, before looking pensive. "Well, they wouldn't attack me on sight, and perhaps they would be wary enough of your power that they would leave you alone, but to them Harry would just be a random human to slaughter." She said. "Besides; despite its immense size, there really isn't much to do outside of the main castle building. Anyway, this conversation is useless now. Harry's awake, aren't you Harry?"

Startled at getting caught, Harry pushed on the roof of his sleeping place and found that it simply opened like a door. He sat up and scratched his head sheepishly at having been caught eavesdropping. Lily just smiled warmly at him, still in her new attire and form, while Kalawarner just thought his smile was cute.

Harry looked startled when he saw his mother, jumping out what he vaguely realized was a coffin and rushing over to her. "Mom! Are you okay? Why do you look like that?" He asked worriedly, fussing over her. He also blushed at her dress before shaking the thoughts out of his head.

Lily just blushed at his action, with Kalawarner snickering next to her. Shooting her a glare, she put her hands on Harry's shoulders, making him stop.

"It's fine Harry, this is what I really look like anyway." She said.

Harry looked confused, but stopped fussing. Actually taking in her appearance properly, he saw the red eyes, ethereal pale skin, the fanged teeth and the general smell of blood.

"You're a vampire..." He muttered, not in revulsion but in fascination. Hey, he hung out with a vampire already. Albeit a cross-dressing one, but a vampire anyway.

Lily nodded, looking away and expecting the revulsion that most looked at her with when they found out. "Do... Do you hate me now?" She asked, her voice shaking slightly. She knew she had to reveal her true nature, but Harry hating her for it was always a risk. She didn't think she could bare it if Harry hated her; he was her most precious person now.

Harry just fell silent, making Lily think he really did hate her. Closing her eyes, she almost let the tears go before she felt Harry embrace her tightly. "Of course I don't hate you. You may not have been my original mother, but you took me in and raised me. I wouldn't hate you ever."

Lily embraced Harry tightly, relief beyond any she had ever felt coursing through her body. Lily lovingly stroked the back of his hair, thanking whatever cosmic entity there was that Harry didn't hate her for being a vampire. She knew Harry was aware of the vampire on Rias' peerage and had met him before, stating that while he was intelligent, his attitude made Harry really have to put effort into being friendly with him.

She wouldn't find out until much later that this was because said vampire was homosexual and a cross-dresser that was nervous around everything from monsters to frigging fresh air. The only thing he seemed confident about was making moves at Harry. Don't get him wrong, Harry had no problem with gay people, he just didn't swing that way.

"I'm so glad you don't hate me." She muttered.

Harry snorted. "Why would I hate you? Just being a vampire doesn't warrant hatred. When did you become a Vampire anyway?"

Lily smiled at the comment, but drew back reluctantly at the second. "That's the thing Harry, I've never not been a vampire. I'm actually a lot older than I appear."

"How old?" Harry asked.

Lily winced. "I'm actually the daughter of the most powerful vampire in history, Gabriel Belmont, AKA Balaur Ul; meaning 'The Dragon' in Romanian. However you would probably know him as Dracula." She said, shocking Harry and also Kalawarner into hard silence.

Kalawarner shook herself, then shivered at the memory of observing the walking force of nature that was Gabriel Belmont as Dracula. The level of strength he had achieved had forced him to metamorphose into a god of vampires in a process similar to achieving Buddha enlightenment, except he had achieved Godhood by simply growing too strong to be considered a mortal. This was unknown to him though, which was why it took so long for him to find a way to end his own life.

Harry didn't know his tale however. "I thought Dracula was Vlad Tepes?"

Lily snorted. "Originally yes, however even that wasn't his actual name. His real name was Mathias Cronqvist. He never actually impaled his victims until after he became a vampire, which was due to his wife dying. He blamed God for allowing her to die, so he used a powerful vampiric artifact called the 'Crimson Stone' to make himself a vampire and waged war against God."

Harry gawked at the stupidity of this guy. "God is not all-powerful, so it's pretty stupid to assume that he could stop all the deaths in the world. Though I suppose the knowledge that God was not the creator of Earth and the Universe wasn't as widely known amongst the supernatural back then." He theorized.

Lily nodded. "Indeed it wasn't"

"It was an ancestor of my father, named Julius Belmont that eventually defeated Mathias. The Belmonts were surprised by the fact that he wasn't even very powerful, the powers of the Crimson Stone and his bonding to Castlevania as its master made him appear much more powerful than he actually was. He was about as powerful as a low-level fallen Angel Cadre, so as Grigori's strongest woman, you would have been able to defeat him with relative ease Kalawarner." Lily stated.

Kalawarner nodded, though she stayed silent.

"A few centuries passed, and my father who was at that point a member of the Brotherhood of Light, a predecessor to the Vatican, was sent on a mission to defeat the three Lords of Shadow that had thrown Europe into chaos. He defeated them all, but his job was not done as their deaths allowed the release of God's opposite; the Forgotten One. Allowing himself to be made into a vampire to gain access to the Forgotten One's prison, he entered alone and fought the Forgotten one, doing well but ultimately being defeated."

"When the Forgotten one eventually called back most of his power from the seal that he had been weakening, Gabriel jumped in front of it and absorbed it into himself, and using it defeated the Forgotten One and absorbed the rest of its power. After a century of immortality he eventually decided that there would always be an evil to threaten the world, whether God fought it or not. So Dracula decided to become that evil, but after centuries of this he got tired of living and sought to end his life."

"His son came to him, now also a vampire with Dracula's blood in his veins. He bore the Longinus-class weapon, the Cross of Logos, also known as the Vampire killer. Using it he granted Dracula the death he so desired." She finished.

Harry sat for a bit, processing the information.

"What about you? Where do you fit in?" He asked.

Lily sighed, hoping he didn't notice her being left out the story. She had no doubt he wouldn't think any less of her, but this part of the story detailed how she was born. She knew she had to tell Harry, but she missed her mother and didn't like talking about her.

"I was born almost three hundred years previous to my father's death. One of the Lords of Shadow, Carmilla the Queen of Vampires managed to survive her fight with my father and waited until the right moment. She eventually revealed herself to him, pledging herself to his service and eventually became his instrument of chaos. At a moment of weakness Dracula was seduced and slept with Carmilla, though he assumed that Carmilla could not have a child, therefore he was more... reckless in his activities." She said, reluctantly.

Harry couldn't blame her. She was basically describing the fact that since Dracula thought Carmilla was infertile he didn't pull out when he came. No daughter wants to talk about their father like that if they can help it.

"Unknown to him, Carmilla performed a ritual that required the sacrifice of thousands of evil souls that allowed her to bear a single female child. Because the overwhelming force of his army was so large, Dracula didn't even notice five thousand missing forces. She performed the ritual and laid with Dracula, which impregnated her. She then left the castle for a while, a common occurrence that Dracula didn't even bat an eyelash at."

"She gave birth to me, and contrary to what you would probably think of her, she raised me with care and love. She gave me the name Akasha, and I later took the surnames Liliana and Belmont. My full name was therefore Akasha Liliana Belmont."

"She started my training at age eleven, and I immediately showed signs of having immense potential. She trained me for years, being extremely hard on me and being rigorous in my tutelage. Eventually I surpassed her, but I sensed my potential was as yet still not completely tapped. So I cast a spell to hide my relation to Dracula from his senses, and Carmilla brought me to the castle and introduced me as a new general for his army. He also saw my potential and trained me until he taught me all he could."

"At this point I was on the level of a Heavenly Dragon, while Dracula was equal to the christian God himself, the greatest of all gods. This is also the level I am at now, but I have yet to tap other potential." She explained. "I believe that you are the one that can help me reach my full potential and that I - in turn - will help you reach yours." She finished.

Harry didn't even have to think. He knew that he would probably become a vampire, but it didn't matter to him. He would be able to stand with his mother and his friends and protect them.

"What do I have to do?" He asked resolutely.

Akasha held reached into her cloak and pulled out a rather ornate looking crystal vial filled with blood that was pulsing with light. "For you it is simple, all you have to do is drink this blood. I had the difficult part - this is my blood, and the ritual required to make it powerful enough so that it is equivalent to drinking Dracula's blood was an extremely complicated one."

She handed Harry the vial, which he took carefully. Examining it, he swore he could actually feel the blood pulsing like a heart.

"When you drink that, you will be in immense pain for a while until the pain causes you to pass out. At that point I will put you into one of the coffins in Dracula's master bedroom. Though he didn't need to sleep, the coffin was made to help with healing and adapting to traits in blood. If he had a particularly hard fight or drank blood that he wanted to absorb a trait from, he would use this coffin."

Opening the vial, he was about to down it all before Akasha stopped him.

"One last thing. I forgot to mention that Castlevania operates in a pocket of time outside the rest of reality. That explanation sounds weird, but it basically means that Castlevania, whenever you enter it, be it at the dawn of time or a thousand years in the future, will always be at the same point in time unless you raise it in the physical world."

Harry widened his eyes, knowing how complicated the magic behind that must be. He hoped that one day he would be able to something like that, but aiming to the level of a god was a bit arrogant; he would train as hard as he could, and that was all he could hope for.

"I suppose that means we will be training here for longer than two weeks?" He asked.

Akasha nodded. "Yes, exactly a year. That way you'll be the same age as Rias and Akeno when you come out, and it's also because staying in the castle when it isn't raised in the mortal world isn't a good idea. Currently I am technically the master of the castle, and if I stay here with it in this state for longer than a year the castle will try to keep me here." She shivered, remembering her father describing the castle's attempts to keep him there.

She didn't ever want to fight a giant gorgon monster if she could help it, even if Dracula said she would win.

Harry looked at her for permission, and Akasha nodded so he quickly downed the blood.

"Ugh!" He grunted, his nerves alight with pain. He could feel his very being changing, his cells morphing to their vampiric nature, his teeth ached as they became as strong as diamond, his fangs growing to their passive state. It was as his senses started becoming drastically enhanced and the combination of dozens of smells, sounds and off-kilter balance that he passed out into a healing coma.

Akasha picked him up, placing him in the coffin she had mentioned, and left to prepare for his training.

[Two weeks later]

In the room with the coffin, a deep rumbling growl could be heard as smoke billowed from the slowly opening lid...

End Chapter

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A/N

OMG, Akasha isn't his original mother?

I'm pretty sure this chapter is quite short, but bare with me, I wrote it straight after the first one. I can only write continuously for so long before i need a break.

And in case someone comments about the difference in power between Akasha and Dracula:

Heavenly Dragons are God class beings, I know they are able to kill gods but consider this:

God was mentioned to be the most powerful god (apart from Ophis) and was also able to fight and seal Trihexa (666) - a being on par with Great Red - then go out and competently fight a war against the devils even in his exhausted state.

So yes, Dracula, having the power of God's equal and opposite would make him a fair bit more powerful than a Heavenly Dragon.