Little Boy Belmont (Richter x Olrox)

Chapter Twenty-Five: Storm The City

As Richter helps the others clean up the yard from the blood and gore, he keeps glancing back at Tēzcatlipōca and Quetzalcoatl. The Serpent God is in his humanoid form, speaking with his brother.
"I still can't believe my eyes," Olrox murmurs, standing next to Richter, both of them looking at the Aztec Gods.
"I always thought Quetzalcoatl didn't have enough energy to appear like this. I think he's just been scared."
"Scared?" Richter echoes.

"He's always respected and feared his older brother," Olrox clarifies, looking a little sad. "I think he's just been tired of being seen as weaker. The eldest brother has always been the strongest, even now."
They see Tēzcatlipōca gently caress his brother's cheek. Quetzalcoatl in his humanoid form has the same green scales along his chest, shoulders, arms, and around his eyes. He has the same pale eyes like his brother and mother.

To Richter's bewilderment, Quetzalcoatl also wears a beak-like red mask that covers his lower face. Two white stripes go vertically down his face like exotic war paint. Like Tēzcatlipōca, he also looks oddly handsome. He wears a red and purple feathered headdress, the parts of his hair that is visible is white.

"They're close, despite their differences," Richter notes.
"Like us," Olrox says with a smile.
"I just hope the others are taking this well," Belmont whispers.
"They may need some time," Olrox murmurs, flicking his green eyes over to the group, who are mainly staring at the Gods instead of cleaning.

"Do you think this will be enough? Having Aztec Gods at our side?" Richter asks softly.
"It has to be. If not, then we leave for Mexico regardless. The jungle around Teotihuacan is very large and confusing to outsiders. Not a lot of people live there anymore since the Aztec Empire fell. If Bàthory and her followers made it there, they would eventually grow bored and hungry. She would eventually view it as a waste of time and leave while you and I hide in the Pyramid of the Sun or Pyramid of the Moon."

Olrox says this sadly, like he views this as a very last resort.
"The others would come with us?" Richter asks, flicking his golden gaze to the others. Olrox nods, albeit reluctantly.
"If Bàthory is still a threat, then yes. If she is defeated, you and I will leave for Mexico by boat," the Aztec murmurs. "The others won't come if Drolta and the others are dead."

Richter growls a little, the sound more like a whimper.
"They're my friends and family, Olrox."
"They will die regardless of natural age," Olrox murmurs back, hurt in his eyes. "Neither of us can die, especially since you and I are avatars for the Gods. Whatever happens between here and Mexico, I will not leave you," the Aztec promises.

"And turning them into a vampire isn't an option?" Richter keeps his voice low. He remembers Leon's words, how he almost lost his humanity wanting to stay with Mathias. Richter wants to talk with Leon again, even if only in his dreams.
Olrox shakes his head no.
Richter looks up when Tēzcatlipōca walks over and kneels down to eye level with them.

The God of Darkness sighs, venting smoke out. He looks troubled.
"What is wrong?" Olrox asks.
"We can still sense Huitzilopochtli being hurt. The only way to stop this is to destroy the machine under the church, then kill Bàthory and Drolta," he explains.

Quetzalcoatl speaks. His voice sounds ancient but young, vaguely feminine with a hissing undertone, like a snake.
"We cannot let her keep hurting our youngest brother. This needs to stop."
Richter remembers how Quetzalcoatl looked in his dreams, a fusion between the Serpent God and Olrox since Belmont's memories are so mixed up. He sees the gentle yet fierce protectiveness for humanity and his siblings, even now.

"So, what's the plan? We storm the city, attacking anything that isn't human?" Annette guesses.
"Something like that," Quetzalcoatl smiles warmly.
"I'm assuming all of the humans have fled by now. It has been a few days since the eclipse started."

"All right, let's plan this out step by step," Olrox murmurs.
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There aren't any humans left in the city. Any alive ones, at least. The corpses that littered the streets have been turned into night creatures.
Even so, the streets are still bloodstained. Olrox is also surprisingly good at shooting down vampires from the rooftops with a proper bow and arrow he borrowed from Tera.

"You never told me you were a skilled archer," Richter smiles, next to the Aztec on the same rooftop. "You'll have to teach me one day."
"My father taught me. I'll be honored to teach you as well," Olrox smiles back, hitting another vampire. Richter aims his hand down and blasts the corpses with fire.

Quetzalcoatl flying by quickly in his serpent form nearly knocks Richter back. Olrox quickly catches him. Quite a few of Maria's birds follow Quetzalcoatl, helping the God fighting the flying night creatures in the air.
Slowly, they get closer to the church, hopping from rooftop to rooftop, taking out any enemies in the streets below.

Richter leaps off one of the buildings and into a cart full of hay below, rolling out and brushing strands of dry grass out of his hair.
"You do know you can turn into mist as well, right?" Olrox muses. Richter smiles back.
"I know, it's just more fun doing this."
"Never change, Richter Belmont," the Aztec laughs, jumping down and joining him in the streets.

Rushing through the streets, they see Tēzcatlipōca easily ripping through the hooded vampires and night creatures in jaguar form while Quetzalcoatl fights them in the air.
The others are busy fighting in the city while Olrox and Richter rush back to the church.

Destroying the machine will help them a lot in the grand scheme of things. Belmont grunts, quickly forming his Speaker hand movement for summoning ice when he sees more night creatures. Right as the small icicles rotate around his hand, he sees five blue flaming skulls scream past him and attack the monsters.

Alarmed, Richter turns back to see Olrox closing a black portal behind him.
"You aren't the only one with magic powers, Belmont," the Aztec teases with a wink.
"I forgot you could do that," he admits.
Richter winces, remembering how his mother had used the Vampire Killer and her ice powers against Olrox's flaming skulls.

He hasn't thought about his mother in a while now...
Olrox frowns, walking over. He sees how Richter's hands tremble, smoke blurring around his fingers. Belmont stares at nothing in particular, his yellow eyes glazed over.
"Richter?" Olrox whispers, wary.
Belmont suddenly lunges at Olrox, claws outstretched like he wants to gouge the Aztecs' eyes out.
The rage he feels is sudden and violent. He doesn't know if it's a deep rage for avenging his dead mother or anger at Quetzalcoatl due to his memories being blurred.
Richter's humanity suddenly shines through and he stops, eyes wide.

He looks at his outstretched hand in horror. He makes a choked noise in horror, putting his hand down.
"Easy, easy," Olrox whispers, taking his trembling hands. Tears in his eyes, Richter crumples, crying out. They hear Tēzcatlipōca roaring in response.
"Look at me, you need to be strong, Richter. This nightmare is almost over," the Aztec promises.

Richter feels Olrox placing his hand on his chest, right on his heart.
"Strong heart," he whispers. "Let's kill Bàthory and Drolta."
Belmont breathes in sharply, his eyes oddly empty. He looks tired and pissed off. Richter nods, tears drying on his cheeks. He lets go of Olrox's hands and rushes with him through the streets towards the church, Belmont leaving a scorched path in his wake.