“KIERAN, MOVE”Seraphin cried out as he was aided to his feet by the other Vampire he had knocked over. He didn’t even take the time to thank him, charging forward as it was clear that Volcara was readying yet another attack. Even after being knocked prone, Seraphin was quick on his feet, jumping in front of Kieran who just looked at him in confusion.
“What are you- SHIT”Kieran brought both of his arms in front of him as the fire already rained down on them. Seraphin stabbed his sword into the ground underneath them, summoning up a small barrier in an attempt to protect both himself and the other Vampire. Though, the more the fire beat down on his shield it would eventually break and engulf both vampires in it’s incredible heat. From within the flames you could only hear one voice cry out in agony as they were being burnt. When it finally cleared only a sword stood where Seraphin once was, and Kieran, while alive, was burnt severely, his flesh red and oozing from the damage that knocked him to his back.
The fighting between the other vampires and Demon’s only seemed to intensify at the loss and defeat of their leaders, the Vampires now avidly trying to retreat and regroup at the palace, fearing what Volcara may bring upon them if they dared to get too close.
“Aya… that’s way too much energy… What are you…”Vulpeca voiced, narrowing his eyes at the crystal ball that showed him the war happening outside. He grit his teeth tightly before quickly standing up. He couldn’t leave her out there alone anymore, she was far too inexperienced for this kind of battle! He knew she wasn’t ready for this…
He extended his hand to his left, opening up a dark portal and quickly vanished through it.
Meanwhile, Aya let out a powerful roar to exclaim her victory over those that had died only moments ago, the large serpent coming down for a landing in one of the burning patches where the warriors once stood. She was feeling rather proud of herself and wasn’t paying as much attention as she should be.
All she needed was a moment to catch her breath, and she would be able to take off once more and finish the remainder of the forces that dared oppose her. Although, she wouldn’t be given that chance as Mortos fired a crimson crescent of energy towards her. Her body slithered and snaked itself around to look at the oncoming energy, her eyes widening as her tail slithered up her own body, twisting itself around Nyxosa and tossing the girl away without any care as to where she would land, at least she wouldn’t be here. It was the only action the Demon Queen was able to take as the crescent beam struck her. It immediately severed part of her tail, pushing through until it began to cut into her body.
Another loud roar escaped the Demon Queen, though this time it was filled with agony! However, the blast didn’t kill her… it would have if it weren’t for Vulpeca’s quick actions. As the Demon King emerged from the demonic portal, he was immediately transformed into the form of a massive demonic fox. He bolted for Aya, snapping his massive jaw down on the energy that threatened to kill her. When he did so, the energy completely dissipated and Aya fell to the ground, twitching and writhing in agony as the energy had still managed to do significant damage.
Vulpeca lowered his massive head, rubbing it along Aya’s comfortingly as he stepped over her in a way that would show he was protecting her.
<Abzerute, get your vampire here immediately and have Aya brought back to the palace, NOW>Vulpeca ordered, his eyes narrowing on Mortos Dangerously as he stood guard while Heizen took to handling Mortos himself. This was the same Demon he had met outside of Nyxosa’s chambers once before… One he hadn’t thought very highly of before, just some random low bred Demon who was starting to get too big for his britches… but to show such devotion by stepping in to defend his Queen? Maybe he had misjudged him…
As the fight went on and Abzerute’s slave had come to collect Aya, Vulpeca then moved to help Heizen, however far too late to be of any aid as Mortos fell dead at his feet, and Heizen fell back soon after. The massive Demon Fox changed back to his more humanoid form, moving to stand by Heizen’s fallen body and checking to see if the demon had died in battle. When he confirmed that he was in fact alive, he called for Abzerute himself to come and pick up the Jackal Demon and take him to the infirmary within the palace.
At that point the war seemed to calm down, leaving only Megilania, the massive Dragon, to be dealt with. Honestly, Vulpeca wasn’t sure he could stand against such a beast, but as King he had little choice. They outnumbered the beast, so it would only be a matter of time before they took it down… He wasn’t quick to draw his sword, but he did then started to run towards the battle between Nori and the Dragon.
However, Vulpeca stopped dead in his tracks, his entire body suddenly trembling as a sense of terror suddenly overtook him. He’d never felt anything like this before! He’d never been scared like this before! Not even when faced with is own death on Planet Brench… This energy, it came from someone far more terrifying than the bringer of death.
Looking back towards the palace, Vulpeca’s jaw dropped as there stood yet another dragon, one easily 5x larger than Nakiya herself, looming over the palace with a strange purple smoke slipping from it’s massive jaw. It’s lavender eyes seemed like purple voids of energy as it growled, it’s very breath killing any airborne Demon’s that might be nearby it. While Vulpeca knew the man, he’d never seen him as anything but frail… he had never seen the previous Overlord of Makai in all of his splendor.
Overlord Trase moved forward, his massive limbs easily walking over the palace like it was the smallest of buildings.
<MY subjects have been allowed to become so divided since my passing, my foolish sister has forgotten what’s kept you all in line! FEAR~ Those that dare defy my family’s claim to the throne are foolish and will die for the very thought of opposing me! Insignificant vultures! LEARN YOUR PLACE, AND KNEEL BEFORE THE OVERLORD OF THE REALM OF DEMONS>
The Dragon’s voice bellowed into the minds of everyone there, friend and foe alike. It seemed like everyone was now far too terrified to continue this war, every battle stopping in it’s tracks, Vampires and allied Demon’s falling to their knee’s as they bowed to the mighty dragon some of them had once served, enemies taking their time, hesitating to do the same. As soon as the thought of defiance crossed their minds, they would start to feel a terrible, agonizing pain as their minds were torn apart by a strange, telepathic power. Many demon’s started to fall dead, bleeding from their eyes and ears for the thought of defiance. It wasn’t just enemies either, turn coats or soldiers that had considered surrendering due to ‘weak rulers’. Allies and enemies began to perish one by one until all that remained were those kneeling, and the ‘mighty’ dragon summoned by the dogs of war.
Trase’s eyes narrowed on the breath, sucking in a deep breath as if he was about to unleash a powerful fiery blast upon it, however instead his head came down and bit down into the smaller dragon, tearing it’s body clean in half with barely any effort. Truly, the power of the fallen overlord was massive, undisputed and even rivaled the pwoer of the strongest of gods! Where then, had he been up until now? Where had all of this power come from?
‘He’s incredible… I never thought he would contain this power… how was he felled if he was truly this strong? Did Nakiya have something to do with him becoming so powerful...wow’Vulpeca was in complete aw, down on one knee, head bowed to the mighty beast.
And that would be the end of the civil war and claim to the throne. As the massive Dragon vanished, returning to the form of the Demon Queen’s twin brother, there were no more enemies to battle. Trase no longer had the strength to claim his massive form any longer, and so he played it off as being so benevolent as to allowing Vulpeca to continue to reign as King until his sisters return.
The injured were taken to various medical bays, the nobles and royals taken to the palace for recovery, and the soldiers taken to stations set up.
There would be a massive funeral that very same night, the bodies of the dead would be lined up behind the palace, each adorned in the same gear they had gone into battle with, clutching the crests of their families if they had any. As King, it was then Vulpeca’s duty to burn the dead with a few well placed breaths of fire, honoring the dead warriors as he did so.
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