Chapter 104 - 101: Last Stand

Chapter 104: Chapter 101: Last Stand

Power manifests differently for everyone; to some, it's a vision or a metaphor, and to Ricky, it appeared as a cliff, looming, unyielding, and hateful.

At the top of this precipice stood Dracula, looking down like a monarch from his throne, gazing upon the endless struggles of those below with detached amusement, as if watching worms squirm in the dirt.

To him, Ricky should have been just another among the writhing mass, a creature to be crushed and dismissed.

What Dracula failed to understand was the nature of the cliff itself, the very foundation where he stood and looked down upon the world.

This cliffside bore the marks of countless attempts to scale it, its rough walls covered in the desperate scratches and bloody claw marks of those who tried and fell, shattered by the fall, deterring most.

The wall was a tapestry of failed attempts, a symphony of resilience Dracula mocked but never truly understood.

Yet amid the scratches and stains of struggle, one set of marks was different.

These clawed imprints, deeper and more relentless, reappeared time and again, each fresh with blood, as though the climber had been beaten back repeatedly, only to return each time with renewed determination.

These were Ricky's marks.

Unlike others, he climbed with ruthless resolve, even when there was no clear foothold, his fingers digging into the stone, carving out grips through sheer force of will.

And when Dracula finally looked closer, truly looked at those blood-streaked, sweat-stained handholds, he saw it.

A hand, torn and bloodied, had reached the summit as its nails dug into the earth with a defiant grip, pulling Ricky up to stand beside him, that familiar smirk playing across his face, undeterred and unbroken.

THOOM

"You fool, this changes nothing." Dracula lifted his gaze, unamused, eyes narrowing at the writhing storm of power before him.

"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Ricky let out a twisted laugh, echoing with a sickening edge, feeling the full brunt of his berserk state as his sanity was slipping in and out.

His void-black aura surged, wild and furious, as if it would tear him apart from within.

The chaotic energy around him shifted and coiled, red and green lights flashing, clashing violently against the relentless dark.

Each second, his mind seemed to fracture more, bits of his sanity slipping away, yet he clung to that power, letting the maelstrom consume him piece by piece.

The chaotic mass of energy surrounding Ricky was both magnificent and terrifying, a destructive force barely held together by sheer will.

"You will die here, this struggle will be for not." Dracula intoned, gazing down at Ricky's bloodied, battered form, his voice echoing with cold certainty as the vampire lord's shadow loomed over him, certain of his victory.

"I've already died once, what's one more?" Ricky let out a strained laugh, blood dripping down his face as his teeth gleamed in a crazed grin while licking the black blood on his teeth.

In an instant, Dracula appeared behind him, the air slicing in his wake as he aimed to finish it with a precise, lethal strike.

But Ricky turned his head just enough to catch Dracula's gaze, his grin unbroken, eyes lit with a dark, unrelenting defiance that seemingly glimpsed into reality and the void.

WHOOSH

BOOM

Ricky twisted on his heel, the Ebony Blade arcing through the air with a ferocious slash, dark flames roaring from its edge.

Dracula darted aside with supernatural speed, but even his reflexes couldn't keep him untouched, the searing void flames licked across his side, leaving his fur singed and smoking.

Dracula hatefully clicked his tongue, leaping back to reassess as the black energy coiled tighter around Ricky, an ominous storm ready to break.

But Ricky was smiling, unlike his usual reckless and unrelenting one as his hollow, void-filled eyes saw it, he saw Dracula with an unsettling clarity.

"I saw it! I F*CKING SAW IT!" Ricky's voice tore through the air, each word dripping with madness as his fingers clawed at his face, widening his eyes like a deranged specter.

His laughter echoed, chilling and triumphant, as if savoring the thrill of seeing Dracula within striking range.

Dracula snarled, his fangs bared as he lunged forward, claws extended to rip Ricky apart. But before he could strike, a mass of black chains shot out from Ricky's spine, twisting and slithering through the air, snapping toward Dracula like a pack of hungry serpents.

He dodged the first, but when he tried to sever the chains, he felt the crushing weight of the abyss itself.

Dracula's eyes narrowed in shock as his strike merely glanced off one of the writhing tendrils, failing to break its grasp.

In that instant, the other chains seized their chance, lunging forward to wrap around his right arm, coiling tighter with each second.

Dracula struggled, his muscles straining as he fought against their vice-like hold, but the chains tightened, dragging him down as though the depths themselves were reaching up to consume him.

In a flash, Ricky was upon him, red energy crackling wildly from his body, every inch of him surging with power.

His blade swung down, black flames trailing in its wake as he struck with a force that echoed like thunder.

But Dracula reacted with unholy speed, catching Ricky's wrist mid-swing, halting the swing right at his nose hairs as their grips were now locked in a clash of monstrous strength that sent tremors through the ground beneath them.

But Ricky was relentless.

BAM

CRUNCH

Even as Dracula held him at bay, Ricky's head swung up in a brutal arc, before slamming his head into Dracula's nose with the force of a sledgehammer.

Black blood spewed down from his face, Dracula caught off guard by the brutal counter attack as his arm was suddenly yanked back.

'No, I can't dodge-

BOOM

In the blink of an eye, Dracula's arm was severed, suspended in mid-air as black droplets of blood floated around it, gleaming ominously.

Dracula's shock was palpable; he was supposed to be faster, stronger, an unbreakable force against Ricky's lesser might.

But the slash he had just witnessed defied all of that.

Ricky had adapted, forsaking his usual technique as instead of merely channeling his void flames along the edge, he detonated them within the blade itself, launching it forward with the force and speed of a lightning strike.

The strike had been a blinding flash, a black rocket propelled by raw fury and flame, making the Ebony Blade slice through the air with terrifying precision.

"Y-YOU INSECT!" Dracula roared, his eyes bloodshot as he clawed away the corroding flesh and staggered back.

But Ricky was relentless, his stance dropped low, a gleam of gold flickering in his eyes, fueling his void-clad form.

BOOM

Ricky shot forward like a bullet, his entire form engulfed in surging black flames as he glided over the torn up ground as if it were ice, closing the gap before Dracula's arm could even begin to regenerate.

Dracula braced himself, unyielding, his remaining arm swelling with dark power as he channeled raw magic into his veins.

"WHY WON'T YOU JUST DIE!" Dracula screeched out, raising his arm for a crushing blow.

"BECAUSE A COCKROACH DOESN'T DIE THAT EASILY!" Ricky only grinned, his laughter echoing like a madman's battle cry.

Without hesitation, Ricky thrust his sword forward, unflinching in the face of Dracula's impending strike.

The Ebony Blade roared to life, its void-black flames swirling behind it with deadly intent as the two forces collided, each vying for dominance.

THOOM

The impact unleashed a deafening explosion, the air itself warping under the sheer force of their clash.

The energy condensed for a heartbeat, pulsing with a terrifying stillness, before erupting outward in a massive shockwave.

Dark energy ravaged the battlefield, ripping through the ground, turning it into an abyssal wasteland as if reality itself was being shredded by their power.

The air crackled with raw, uncontainable might, the residue of dark energies sparking and swirling as if drawn to the devastation they had caused.

In the heart of the devastation, amidst the ruins of their violent clash, two figures were thrown backwards by the force of their blows.

Ricky's feet skidded along the jagged ground, leaving deep gouges in the earth as he struggled to maintain his balance.

Black blood seeped from the puncture wounds in his stomach and chest, dripping steadily onto the cracked earth.

The eerie liquid stained his legs, pooling beneath him as his breath came in labored, rasping gasps.

His body was battered, and the weight of his eldritch state pressed heavily on him.

Blood trickled from his nose and mouth, the visible signs of damage a testament to the sheer brutality of their exchange.

Yet, beneath the carnage, something darker, something more primal stirred as his healing skill, a gift now intertwined with the very essence of his eldritch power, began to surge within him.

Shadowy tendrils crawled from the open wounds on his body, knitting together flesh, sealing the holes as the darkness of his power slowly pulled him back from the brink of destruction.

Thump

Ricky's heart, driven by the unrelenting force of his eldritch energy, pulsed with a dark rhythm, a beat of life that defied the damage done.

From his back, the chains that writhed like sentient serpents surged forward, siphoning the energy from Dracula's severed arm still entangled in their grip.

With each pulse, the chains absorbed the power, fueling his recovery, and with it, a new surge of strength began to seep into his limbs.

His wounds began to close, but there was a maddening hunger in his eyes, an abyssal void where once there was light.

Ricky's breath steadied as his body, though damaged, began to shift and reform, a cruel mockery of mortality.

"You're a nobody, how could you possess this power!" Dracula spat, his voice dripping with venom as he gripped his chest, where a massive slash marred his flesh.

The wound was still raw, and as his clawed hand tore at the exposed tissue, black veins pulsed ominously beneath his skin, spreading like a sinister infection.

The more he tried to rip away the decaying flesh, the more it clung to him, stubbornly refusing to fall away.

It was as though the eldritch essence from Ricky's attack had embedded itself into his very being, like a disease that had taken root deep within him.

The blackness seeped further, festering along the edges of the wound, warping the once-immaculate, powerful form of Dracula into something grotesque.

Even his arm, once so regally powerful, now twisted and contorted in an agonizing regeneration.

Muscle and bone were exposed, raw and trembling, as though the process of healing itself was in turmoil.

Skin and fur failed to regenerate, leaving behind a disfigured mess of exposed sinew and bone, the very essence of his strength disintegrating before him.

"You think I'm a nobody?" Ricky's voice dripped with amusement, his head tilting as that twisted smirk crept across his face. The air around him crackled with red energy, his aura pulsing with an almost predatory intensity. As he raised the Ebony Blade once more, the dark flames flickered and danced with fury.

"Then help me change that, Dracula!" Ricky's voice boomed, taunting and manic, as he charged forward with the ferocity of a beast unleashed.

Dracula's bat-like wings flapped hard, propelling him into the air with an almost inhuman speed and Ricky, too, shot upwards to meet him, his eyes blazing with murderous intent.

BAM

The two forces collided with a shockwave, the impact sending a ripple through the very air.

Ricky's smirk only widened as he stood face to face with Dracula, his body thrumming with the hunger for power.

"Once I've ripped your head off, everyone will know my name, and they will fear me!" Ricky roared, the words laced with unrestrained madness.

Before Dracula could react, Ricky's foot shot out, crashing into his abdomen with bone-shattering force.

The impact crushed through Dracula's defenses, but as Ricky's foot connected, Dracula's claws erupted from his fingers, five sharp talons sinking into Ricky's body, tearing into flesh with a sickening ripping sound.

BAM

The two were separated in an instant, both reeling from the brutal exchange.

Dracula staggered, clutching at the injury in his side, his claws coated in Ricky's blood and yet, as Dracula recovered, Ricky was already in motion.

Without hesitation, he flung the Ebony Blade forward, its dark edge slicing through the air like a missile.

Dracula's eyes flashed with recognition as he twisted his head, narrowly avoiding the blade's strike while a faint slash marked his cheek as the blade grazed him, drawing a thin line of blood.

His red eyes snapped back to Ricky, who had already begun to fly backward, unaffected by the wound he'd just received.

Ricky didn't care about the injury; his mind was consumed by one singular thought.

'Kill Dracula.'

Ricky's body ached, blood dripping from his wounds, but none of it mattered.

His existence had become secondary, a mere vessel for his relentless drive as every ounce of his being was focused on erasing the vampire before him.

There was no room for fear, no room for pain; just the bloodlust burning in his veins and the echo of his heartbeat, a steady reminder that he was alive, and he was going to make sure Dracula wasn't.

Ricky slammed into the wall, the impact shaking his bones as if they might snap, his body screaming in protest under the crushing force.

But his vision never wavered from Dracula, his eyes locked onto the vampire with a manic gleam.

Despite the agony, his grin only stretched wider, twisted and hungry, as if the pain itself was fuel to the inferno within him.

His body sunk deeper into the wall, cracks spider-webbing out from where he collided, but Ricky didn't care.

The grimoire, his constant companion, now finally floated beside him, its pages fluttering with an unnatural wind, but something had changed.

The book, once an ordinary tome, was now throbbed with a pulsating, eldritch energy that made the air around it vibrate with a palpable weight.

It no longer resembled the thing it had once been, no, it was far more than that now.

The Necronomicon of the Void had awakened.

Its pages, once simple and archaic, were now alive, filled with cryptic symbols that writhed and squirmed like the very fabric of reality itself was being distorted by the knowledge contained within.

Dark energies spiraled and coiled around the grimoire, drawing from the abyss, feeding Ricky's eldritch powers as if the book itself had become an extension of the whispering void itself.

As Ricky's fingers brushed against the Necronomicon of the Void, the air around him seemed to pulse, thick with an overwhelming darkness.

The blood pouring from his wounds, the black ichor that had once dripped helplessly to the ground, began to defy gravity.

It floated towards the open pages, twisting and writhing like living tendrils, drawn into the book with an insatiable hunger.

Void flames that had swirled menacingly around him now leapt toward the tome, dancing with an intensity that made the air vibrate.

The fire wasn't mere flame anymore; it was a manifestation of the abyss itself, alive with a malevolent energy, and it joined the blood in its inexorable pull toward the Necronomicon.

Each flicker and spark seemed to feed the black tendrils that snaked out from the book, their hungry coils wrapping around the essence of Ricky's very being.

The book's pages turned of their own accord, each one stained black, as if it had absorbed the very fabric of reality itself.

The more Ricky bled, the more the book seemed to grow, a dark page materializing with every drop of blood that was consumed, every burst of eldritch flame that was fed into its depths.

His blood no longer dripped to the ground but disappeared into the tome as though it was never meant to leave, its essence absorbed by the book in a frenzy of thirst.

A new page formed, one blacker than the deepest shadows, the runes and symbols etched upon it glowing with an unearthly light.

Each letter seemed to scream with a language that did not belong to the world Ricky knew, a forbidden tongue that reverberated through the very air, shaking the ground beneath him, yet he heard its whispers.

Dracula, watching from above, couldn't help but falter for a fraction of a second, his crimson eyes narrowing in disbelief.

This wasn't just a man standing before him anymore, this was something far darker, far more terrifying.

"You're an abomination," Dracula hissed, his voice dripping with venom, yet his eyes betrayed a flicker of unease.

The words were coated in irony, his gaze locked onto Ricky, who stood poised, as if ready to usher in the end of an era.

Ricky's lips curled into a smirk while his hands trembled, not from fear, but from the sheer exhilaration of what was to come.

Ricky could feel it, this moment had been building, the hunger in him, the Void, ready to devour all that stood in its path.

"And that abomination stands before you." Ricky's voice was laced with madness, tinged with a manic energy that twisted the air around him.

"Stronger than ever!" Ricky cackled out, completely sunken into his deranged state while the Necronomicon, now writhing in his grip, pulsed with an insatiable hunger, its pages whispering secrets that could unravel the very fabric of reality.

It was then, in the thick of the destruction, that the words from the Necromicon whispered toward Ricky; its voice a faint, serpentine hiss that seemed to slide through his very mind.

Without thinking, his mouth moved in unison with the book, each word leaving his lips like a chant born from the depths of hell itself.

"Lilith is the rightful queen of the vampires!" Another joined in, her face gleaming under the sudden shift of power that aligned with her mistress.

Asterion stood to the side, utterly confused, his gaze flickering between the battle and the castle.

The sudden turn of events left him bewildered, unable to fully grasp the magnitude of what had just unfolded.

BAM

In an instant, Asterion lunged forward, his fists crashing into the group of vampires. His sheer strength overwhelmed them, cutting through their defenses like paper. Two vampires fell to the ground, lifeless, as the remaining three struggled to defend themselves, but it was too late. The battle was decided—Baron and Baroness Blood were all that remained of Dracula's once-feared inner circle.

"M-My love!" Baroness Blood gasped, her voice trembling as she tried to retreat with Baron Blood, her hand reaching out toward him in desperation.

But her escape was short-lived as the High-ranking vampires, quick to seize the opportunity, caught her before she could flee.

Baroness Blood's body was restrained, her arms held tight by the very vampires who had once followed Dracula's reign without question.

Baron Blood turned back, his eyes locking with hers as his face was expressionless, but there was a flicker of something.

Swirling within his red eyes, he saw the trust in her eyes, the love that had always been there between them and for a brief, aching moment, he saw her smile, a smile full of hope that he would come back for her.

But that smile faltered, and as he turned his back on her, the reflection of his betrayal struck her like a dagger.

"My love?" Baroness Blood whispered, her voice breaking as she was forced to the ground, the weight of the betrayal crashing down on her.

Two more high-ranking vampires held her down, their hands pressing into her flesh with the cold, unfeeling power of those who had made their choice.

However Baron Blood did not respond as his eyes stayed fixed forward, his expression unreadable, and his escape clean while vanishing into the distance.

"Your crimes will be put to trial-" The words echoed around Baroness Blood, but they fell on deaf ears.

They barely registered as she watched the departing figure of her love, Baron Blood, turning his back on her.

His silhouette grew smaller, fading into the distance, his footsteps leaving a hollow echo in her chest.

Her mind struggled to comprehend the betrayal, the finality of it.

The weight of his absence was suffocating, pressing down on her heart with an unbearable heaviness.

He was gone, leaving her behind with nothing but the bitter sting of abandonment.

The world around her blurred as tears welled up in her eyes, but she refused to let them fall; not here, not in front of her captors, not when her world had shattered into pieces.

The high-ranking vampires, the ones who had turned on Dracula's faction, stood around her now, their gazes cold and impassive.

They waited for her reaction, but the fury she had once commanded seemed to drain from her, replaced by an emptiness that echoed Baron's absence.

BOOOM

A sudden, deafening roar tore through the air as a fire, unnatural and consuming, erupted from Dracula's castle.

The inferno spread like a living thing, twisting and snapping with a malevolent energy as if the very soul of the castle had caught flame.

The sky seemed to darken with the smoke, thick and suffocating, but through the haze, a figure could be seen standing tall amidst the flames.

Ricky, his eyes glowing with a fierce red light, stood at the heart of the eruption, the flames licking around him, as if obeying his every command.

The ashes of Dracula, his once-immortal form, were now being consumed in the flames, the last traces of his existence being furthered reduced to smoldering cinders.

"R-Ricky we won-"

BOOM

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Ricky's laughter echoed through the ruins of Dracula's castle, a sound twisted and manic, born of both victory and madness.

Flames swirled around the smoldering remains of Dracula's ashes, casting a fiery glow that seemed to burn through the very air.

But it wasn't the destruction that caught Rachael's attention, it was Ricky.

Standing a few paces back, her heart clenched as she saw the true extent of what had become of him.

In the madness of his berserk state, Ricky was no longer the confident, cocky man she had once known.

His body, seemingly impervious to anything in his rage, had been pushed far beyond its limits.

Blood poured from every gaping wound while his ribs shattered, jutting through the remnants of his armor; his shin was ripped from his flesh, leaving behind a grotesque, bloody mess; and his entire form was coated in an eerie, void-like blackness that clung to him like a shroud of death.

Even in the flames, Ricky's body was falling apart, the once-impressive power now devouring him from the inside out.

"Ricky-"

BOOM

Rachael rushed toward Ricky, her heart pounding as she tried to stop him, but the moment she drew near, a massive explosion erupted from him.

The force of the blast sent her flying backward, her body crashing against the scorched stone walls of the castle with a sickening thud.

Her vision swam as she struggled to push herself up, the air thick with smoke and the acrid scent of burnt earth.

Ricky's attack had shattered everything around him, his berserk power tearing through the air in a violent frenzy as he sought to erase every trace of Dracula's existence from the floor.

Amid the chaos, Rachael could barely make out Ricky's silhouette, his body trembling under the strain of his own destructive power, consumed with nothing but the need to obliterate.

The burn mark on the floor, the only remnant of Dracula's presence, was now being smothered beneath the full force of Ricky's berserk rage.

It was as if the very earth itself was screaming in protest, but Ricky heard nothing.

He was beyond hearing, beyond caring as the only thing that mattered was his cleansing fire, and nothing, not even the woman who tried to reach him, could stop it.

Click

BOOM

Click

BOOM

Click

BOOM

The explosive sounds reverberated through the hall, echoing with destructive power, but amidst the chaos, a sharp, measured clicking of heels grew louder.

Lilith's presence cut through the tumult like a knife through silk as her elegant stride echoed in the broken silence as she stepped into the room, her gaze immediately locking onto Ricky's grotesque form.

She paused for a moment, taking in the sight of him; blood-soaked, his body battered and mangled, yet still burning with that volatile energy.

The flames danced around him, but there was no warmth in them, only a dark, sickening void that mirrored the destruction consuming him from within.

It was clear that Ricky was being consumed by his own rage, his own injuries as his form was breaking down with every passing second that the berserk power tore through his body.

Rachael's distress was palpable, her fear and worry evident in her wide eyes and trembling hands.

She wanted to reach out, to save him from himself, but the force of his destruction was too great.

Yet, as she looked at Lilith, expecting to see the same fear or perhaps some form of satisfaction in seeing his demise, she was met with something entirely different.

She was met with a smile.

"Lilith, Ricky has become out of control, we must stop him!" Rachael's voice was strained, panic rising in her chest as another explosive blast rattled the air, sending shockwaves through the room.

"We?" Lilith asked sweetly, tilting her head as a soft chuckle escaped her lips.

Pressing her fingers gently against her scarlet red lips, displaying that smile that was so unnervingly sweet, almost playful.

Rachael froze, her words faltering as Lilith's gaze locked onto her, a flicker of confusion flashing across her face.

"Yes, Ricky will die if we don't!" Rachael screamed, her voice raw with desperation, her eyes never leaving Ricky, whose destruction continued to unfold with a terrifying, unstoppable momentum.

Lilith's reaction was almost casual as she nodded slowly, almost approvingly, as she circled around the scene like a predator appraising its prey.

"That does seem to be the case," Lilith joyfully uttered, gazing at Ricky with a plan swirling within the depths of her crimson gaze.

"Then help me, please! We can save him-" Rachael's frustration bubbled over, her voice now shrill with urgency.

However, her remark was met with a pause, her eyes narrowing with an amusing glint that danced behind her gaze.

The soft rustle of her dark hair fluttered in the wake of another explosion, the wind brushing through it as if mirroring the tumultuous energy swirling around them.

Why would I help you, when I could help myself?" Lilith asked, her tone rich with mockery while turning back to Ricky's state.

The words hit Rachael like a slap to the face as she stood frozen, unable to comprehend the dissonance between what she had expected and what Lilith had just revealed.

Her mouth parted in stunned silence as she searched for something, anything, to say.

"It's a relief that this event played out as it did." Lilith said, her voice smooth, almost dismissive while scanning Ricky.

"I was worried he might reject my offer, but it seems that everything is already aligning for what I have planned." Lilith's eyes gleamed as she glanced toward Ricky, still thrashing in his uncontrollable frenzy.

"What offer? What are you even talking about? He's going to die!" Rachael's voice cracked with panic, her desperation seeping through.

Her gaze flickered between Ricky's berserk form and Lilith, barely registering the damage to her own body as she instinctively pressed a hand to her wounds.

Lilith's smile remained unnervingly sweet, and she gestured toward Ricky before turning the gesture to herself, her fingers tracing the air as if weaving a delicate web.

"Precisely." Lilith said, her voice a velvet purr.

"And when he does, I will revive him and claim him as my king, my partner, my equal to the new kingdom that will be built under the death of my father." Lilith glanced at Rachael, the words lingering in the air.

"W-Why?" Rachael's breath hitched out this question, confusion overtaking her for a moment before Lilith's next words sank in, each one more chilling than the last

"Of course, every queen needs a king," Lilith continued, her voice dripping with an unsettling calm.

"That's where my father failed. He thought he could do it all alone, but everything should be done in pairs. Power, control, it thrives that way." Lilith's words were laced with a dark wisdom, a bitterness rooted in history.

Lilith turned slightly, eyes narrowing as the sounds of Ricky's madness raged in the background.

"Although it's a little sudden, but it is not new for two powerful people to marry for the sake of maintaining power. It's a matter of survival. Strength is best welded together, after all." Lilith's mused, her gaze drifted back to Ricky, her expression a mix of calculation and restrained desire.

"You can't do that-" Rachael yelled, her voice cracking with desperation as she stumbled forward, her injured body collapsing to the ground.

Her hands scraped the cold stone beneath her, and she winced, struggling to push herself up.

Lilith, however, only rolled her eyes, an exaggerated sigh escaping her lips as she watched Rachael's futile attempt to rise.

"Of course I can, but I can understand your worries." Lilith lightly tapped her cheek, thoughtfully explaining even more while seemingly planning out their future in this ruined hall.

"I will use him, yes, but he'll be more than just a pawn. He'll be my equal. Together, we'll reshape this entire vampire faction. It's inevitable." Lilith assured Rachael, reflecting her helpless form while smiling at her despair.

"And no, he isn't exactly my type, but we play with the cards we're dealt, don't we?" Lilith lips curling into a slight, dismissive smile, as though contemplating the strange nature of fate.

"You are in no condition to fight me, nor are we both on the same level to currently subdue Ricky," Lilith said with a smooth, almost playful tone, her gaze sharpening as she stepped closer to Rachael.

"So let's skip the fight that you'll clearly lose and simply say goodbye to him. After all, I don't like to share." Lilith's words were cold, yet there was a teasing undercurrent to them as she winked at Rachael, the expression almost mockingly sweet, as if she were indulging in a trivial game.

Even though Rachael and Ricky had their differences, there was something undeniable that bound them together.

But at the end of the day, Ricky had given up everything to save her family in her eyes, and that sacrifice had meant more to her than she could ever express.

But now, as she watched him, lost in his berserk state, her heart shattered into pieces.

She stood helpless, the weight of her inability to stop him crushing her as Ricky had always been the one charging headfirst into danger, reckless and driven by an unrelenting need to fight.

But this time, the consequences were different and this time, his rage was consuming him in ways even his immense strength couldn't handle.

With every explosive outburst, he was pushing himself closer to the edge, and Rachael knew, knew with a deep, gut-wrenching certainty, that if he didn't stop soon, it would kill him.

"Asterion, my mistress has informed me of your connection to the Black Knight-" One of the vampires ventured, daring to approach the imposing figure cloaked in the mythic power of ancient Greece.

"I understand. Excuse me." Asterion raised a hand, his gaze fixed on the distant castle as he turned to continue his stride, but the vampire, emboldened, took another step forward.

"If you wouldn't mind staying here-"

"If you attempt to stop me, on the river styx." Asterion's gaze snapped toward the vampire, his eyes blazing with an ancient, unyielding fury.

"I will kill you all." Asterion vowed, his voice sharp as a blade.

A wave of terror rippled through the gathered vampires as Asterion's presence intensified, his true power beginning to radiate from him in a chilling surge.

"Do not confuse our bout as a real fight, I merely entertained you for my own amusement. The reason being is that I let Ricky face Dracula alone, thinking it might help him finally lay his past to rest. But if any of you so much as hinder me, you shall know the wrath of Asterion, Father of Minotaurs, and Berserker of All Monsters." Asterion's words were cold, crushing any lingering thoughts of resistance as they lowered their eyes, unwilling to meet the gaze of a being who had, in that moment, become something truly monstrous.

"Asterion, father of all Minotaurs, if I may ask if Ricky is alright-"

"I'll handle it." Asterion assured Agatha, his gaze steady and resolute as she looked on anxiously as he turned and strode towards the castle.

Without hesitation, Asterion approached the looming castle, tearing through the magical barrier surrounding Dracula's fortress as if it were nothing more than tissue.

Inside, he found Ricky, utterly consumed by his berserk state, his body battered but unrelenting as dark flames crackled around him.

"Asterion!" Both Rachael and Lilith called out, though their tones were worlds apart as Rachael's voice was thick with relief, while Lilith's held a mix of intrigue and calculation.

"Oh mighty Asterion, Father of Minotaurs." Lilith quickly composed herself and moved forward, her eyes alight with a sly smile.

"I have a proposal for you." Lilith's voice was sweet but edged with desperation, clearly hoping to sway him as he neared Ricky.

But Asterion's eyes never left Ricky, his attention fixed on the young warrior lost in a rage so potent it threatened to consume him whole.

"What is it?" Asterion asked, drawing closer to Ricky, his towering form casting a shadow over the young warrior.

"I will give you anything." Lilith slithered up to them, her gaze focused entirely on Ricky.

"All I ask in return is that I make the Black Knight, Ricky, into my mate." Lilith quickly proposed, trying to tempt a being that locked himself away with nothing for centuries.

"If Ricky chooses that path, then so be it, but he made a promise to show me the joys of this world, and I'd rather not betray his trust by making decisions for him." Asterion replied calmly, his brow barely lifted as he considered her words.

With that, Asterion stepped forward, his movements swift and calculated, and delivered a precise blow to the back of Ricky's neck.

The impact sent a jolt through Ricky's body, his wide, darkened eyes beginning to clear as the berserk fury that had gripped him slowly dissipated.

The ominous, ebony haze faded, and Ricky's labored breaths softened, his gaze focusing as he came back to himself.

"What the f*ck is happening-"

SLAP

Ricky's body collapsed, face smacking against the ground with a heavy thud, the exhaustion and pain finally overpowering his fading consciousness.

Asterion watched him for a moment, then reached down, lifting Ricky with ease and slinging him over his shoulder.

Turning away from the ruin and smoke, Asterion gave Lilith a final, steely glance before heading out of the castle.

"B-But if you would let me-"

"Little one, you are a mere speck in my eyes. Do not cross a line that you cannot even fathom turning back to." Asterion warned, his voice rumbling like distant thunder as his eyes burned crimson.

The black mist swirling in Lilith's hands faltered, her face paling as the weight of his words bore down on her, leaving her motionless in his shadow.

"Do you understand?" Asterion asked, his tone cold and unwavering as he raised his massive axe with his other hand.

Lilith, her confidence shattered, ducked her head in submission, her shoulders tense under his piercing gaze.

"I-I understand."

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