Sitting inside an old porcelain tub, a long clean and shiny leg of a woman is outside it. Swinging as flashes of explosion and arrows and lasers come flying off the dark and deathly night outside the bathroom stained window. Inside the tub is Elizabeth, holding a wine glass as she enjoys a dip inside the red liquid with crimson roses floating on top of it. Her long blonde hair outside of it, scattered on the squeaky clean tiles.
"Your Highness! Your Highness!"
Barreling through the heavy ornate wooden doors of her bath is a man wearing a bulky Knight armor with the same hue as the liquid she's bathed in. With his long and elongated sword sheathed behind him as he looked in absolute baffle of the woman enjoying some wine as a large battle was occurring right outside.
"Oh Mar, Thou'rt may I help thee? Dost shouldn't be so stressed. The humans will wither away as the flowers that one bloomed in outs' garden. Thou wert should carry on with pride than wallow in this bath with thouts' pitiful eternity."
The handsome knight with a well defined jawline and shiny leaned back pomade just stared at the Queen's magnificent naked body, devoid of any embellishments and always clean and as pure as the rising sun, she's all relaxed and still with not a care in the world even though her castle would occasionally shake from the explosions and earthquakes from the battle occuring outside its very walls.
"Your Majesty, the Heroes party is right outside the Castle doors! Your husband, the Great King is trying to fend them off but without you, he'll be outmanned! He cannot fight so many powerful creatures at once!"
"Oh dearie... how... unfortunate. But as dost can see, I'm currently wallowing in thine'nest' gaffe. Thou husband will'eth do as he is willed. He's a strong and capable Knight, he shall carry on and die a good person while I, I'll live on in absolute torment for all I've done."
"That's not the matter right now your Majesty! You must arise from this situation and come! Hero Saint Brownley isn't going to give up after going this far, even the Giants have revolted against thee and are now trampling on the citizens of your once beautiful Kingdom! Vampires who have yet to drink their first blood are out there, fighting for this Kingdom. It must'nt go down in such a way!"
"Is it thou? Aw, none of thee matters much."
"Your Majesty..." he then kneels, placing his helmet right next to him. "Please, at least bring yourself to stand up for one last time, and go out with pride. A woman of your greatness cannot die in such a sad state. Devoid of a goal and future, I ask of thee as your most powerful thrall to arise, and die with dignity!"
With a sad and distressed face, the Queen locked eyes with the manly general, her golden sparkling eyes and his light blue eyes meeting at a point, she saw his heartfelt request. With a flick of her fingers, the man shoo's away. Putting on his helmet and unsheathing his sword as he disappears through the maze of hallways. "It is thy most greatest ofeth' dreams that falter 'ere realization."
Standing up, she rings the bell and maids come in. Making her don her velvet red gown. "Without the armor." the maids then place down the heeled sabatons and chest pieces, and pick her high heels, they put on her magnificent crown and jewelries and earrings. "You may all rest." the ceiling rumbles and the dust comes down to her head.
"Wow, you're really resilient both mentally and physically aren't you? Just how much pain have you gotten through? I find it quite interesting how you're able to keep that elegance and beauty even in such a humiliating position. Just what the fuck are you made out of oh dear Queen?"
Dust and debris fall from the ceiling as bombing and explosions occurs on the surface. Deep inside a basement, the Vampire Queen is held up with all her limbs ripped off and tubes sucking blood straight out of her Bone Marrows as her amazing regeneration kept fighting back death without a sweat. But the immense pain and agony made her unable to speak or even move to continue to resist.
"You really are some legendary figure, should've known that even after all of this, you're still fighting."
Havannah slowly and sensually moves her index finger. Starting below her abdomen and moving it right between her chest where her stomach is exposed after her dress was cut and ripped apart from all the damage. Even after all the desecration she took, her body regenerated without care and most of her beauty still retained. As her finger arrived at Elizabeth's chin, the Queen tried to bite it off but the short red haired woman just scoffed at her. The woman's fangs exposed from her lips and her eyes blazing with an intent to kill.
"Feisty. How sweet of you to not shatter that greatsword. I couldn't believe it when your punches were so strong that it was making it crack like a glass window being hit with a hammer. Just what are you..."
The entire building rocks as a well dressed Vampire with a kevlar vest over his jacket opens the large safety door behind them.
"Miss Havannah! The Germans are at it again and the Commandos took one of the tankers!"
"Another air assault? What have they not learned? Unless they outnumber us, all of their attacks are futile! And what do you mean they took a tanker? That's not part of the deal. Tsk, I'll come to the garage and talk to those army boys."
"There's also that Knight that Sir Quince tried sniping at the Mountain range!"
"What?! Wasn't he knocked out?!"
"I don't know but Lord Quince's Barrett Pointy Fifty is ineffective! He seems to be at max level or even a Legendary player!"
"Dammit! Get the tankers moving! We should have enough blood! I'll tear that black uniformed soldier boy later!"
"Yes mam!"
"AHAHAHAHAHAHA!" The Queen's mad laughter rings out of the room and into the armored hallway, full of sandbags and reinforced doors and gates. "The reason why... I didn't shatter My Lord's sword... for a Knight... that sword is their name, their title... and power... be ready to meet your end cretin. I... shall put thee on a stake..."
Outside, General Paul leads the charge as the German players aid him with helicopter support. Besieging the Castle high above the mountains and clouds. The snow was everywhere and some of the path was frozen solid. Risking him to slip and fall to his death.
"HUWAH! C'MON JUNIOR! WE GOT A PRETTY LADY TO SAVE!"
His demonic horse in full armor dodges rocket fire and machine guns. Emplaced in the small windows of the towers while rockets hit the front gate, destroying it wide open for an assault as helicopters fall from the skies with the sheer amount of firepower on the castle's defenses. The Death Knight unsheathes his newly repaired Demon Sword of King Paimon, the players defending the castle know full well what type of weapon that is and some immediately run to the entrance to defeat him before he is able to do much damage.
With his sword and armor, the bullets were useless and with a single swipe, the cursed Sword was able to kill the lowly vampires without much effort while behind him, the 4th Reich's Pave Lows and NH-60s fastropes squadrons of soldiers thanks to the Knight gaining the attention of the defenders, Under intense enemy fire, he heads straight into the wooden oak door as choppers burn and crash into the courtyard from ground fire and magic.
Vampires with wings would swipe the rotors and kill the Pilots, having no mercy on the slowed down helicopters trying to deploy troops as a large column of White and Gray Flecktarn tanks and apcs roll through the mountain range and into the front gate of the castle. Firing back on the strong towers that's capable of withstanding the 120mm Smoothbore and 30mm autocannons being fired at it.
Inside, The Knight's horse tumbles and with a quick reaction, he lands on his feet. Looking around, the entire place was rigged with hair thin wires. It'd shine from the bright explosions occurring right behind him and with quick thinking, he starts looking for a trace to where it comes from.
Out of nowhere, another wire is deployed and latches into his neck. With a fast reaction, he takes the cord and pulls it down. Straightening it and his eyes following its path into the second floor lobby balcony, stood a young kid playing with a Yo-Yo that's using the same wire as the one littered throughout the place.
"Mister Knight General, I didn't think you'd be awake. Our insiders didn't warn us of your sudden awakening."
"Well kiddo', I am now. Tell me, where is she?"
"In the basement, we're sucking her blood. You gotta wait a while till we fill the third tanker. The Commandos took one for themselves, Havannah has been fuming since."
"Disgusting shits. I'll make you all pay for this. You're playing with fire, that woman is far beyond any of you. The moment she goes serious, you can assure that you punks will be nothing more than forgotten morons that tried to go against someone far beyond their level."
"Uh huh, mighty talk for a human mingling with creatures far above you. Don't you think that we're far more than some punks? We defeated the Queen, you know."
"Heh, defeated her since she's not in full power and outnumbered. As if this will qualify you for anything other than some punks that played her. If you want to become a Legend, fight that woman at full strength and live to tell the tale. Because I did."
"Sure bud, and that red cooler that's slinged to your horse." He sniffs the air as the horse gets close to Paul after regaining its stance. "That's fresh blood. Huh, with how much we've taken from the Queen, she'll need the blood of a hundred young nobles at this point."
"Doesn't matter, I'll kill you and save her."
"Quick to the point. Okay then Mister Hero."
The Knight holds his sword up, pumping Mana into it. It triggers the wires and starts burning it. Causing a chain reaction as it was attached to the carpet and curtains, starting a fire. The kid drops from the balcony without a single damage and extends the wire of his Yo-Yo, controlling it with mastery as he makes the Knight tumble down and lock his arms. "Sorry kid, fancy toys won't do shit to me." with his armor on, he frees himself from the grapple and lunges at the kid. Being a vampire, he was still faster than the Knight. Dodging him with ease as he pulls out a Sig Sauer P223 from his fanny pack. Shooting the back of Paul's helmet and nearly chipping one of the two large horns attached to it.
The sinister looking horned armored man returns the shots with his own, rolling to his horse and pulling out a Python revolver from its pouch. The loud bang of the heavy revolver could be heard from outside even with the entire place up in flames and combat happening everywhere as the Elven and Human players of the 4th Reich Guild get chewed up and down by the vampires. Their only advantage being the armored vehicles that gives them the explosive capability to control the enemies' flow. Seeing the chance from the flimsy kid, he loads a Holy Bullet and with a single shot, flies to his chest. Blowing it open, the kid's oversized shirt was completely torn from it. But he wasn't affected. Brushing it off as he continually tried to delay the Knight.
Looking outside and seeing that most of the soldiers were securing the area and had started fighting indoors, the Knight's sword lights up and with a sudden flash, his swings produce flying dark blades. Seeing that his efforts were futile, the kid looks around and sees a statue of a Knight with a Halberd in the flames, even with his chest blown open by the Holy Round, he was still fast enough to outrun the Knight's swings and bullets. Grabbing his own weapon as he spit blood from his mouth and nose.
A loud ear shattering ding is created as the Halberds blade hits Death Armor's pauldrons, it is stopped by the horn on it. Making the General smirk as sparks from the sheer amount of force that was being transmitted lights up the lobby, in return, the man with his longsword starts firing more flying blades from his swipes while the vampire performs jumps and hoops to dodge the incredibly fast Knight whose slowly gaining speed as he slowed down from the wounds he sustained.
Waiting for an opening, Paul takes the initiative and uses magic to manipulate the fire around them, completely snuffing it out and sending the blaze to the Vampire. Putting his arms up to defend himself, the fire doesn't do much till on the other side of it, punching through the blaze, the Knight General pierces him through the heart with his sword.
"Tell me where to go, and I swear, I'll lighten your sentences." the kid nods and points to a Knight with a helmet adorned with a griffin feather. Pulling out his sword, the young teenage man drops to the porcelain tiles of the Castle lobby, bleeding to death and the hole in his chest unable to heal. He puts him out of his misery with a quick headshot, not looking back. Paul points his sword at the statue and with some simple manipulation, causes a large shockwave. Destroying the statute and the secret door behind it. Walking to the passage, he hears something squishy.
Looking down, his Sabatons are stepping on top of a pile of flesh and blood, igniting his sword, the illumination reveals to him that there was a vampire waiting for him to open the door and got crushed by the magic from his sword. Ignoring it, he walks down. His entire set of armor barely fits in the tight walkway as the spiked horns on his pauldrons scratch the concrete walls. Meanwhile in the lobby, the 4th Reich UN soldiers reach it and only to be met with a body of a kid turning into holy dust as a demonic horse with bright red eyes calmly eats the burnt carpet rug on the floor. They then see the secret entrance and with a scream, rushes in.
Paul, who was down below, in a large armored tunnel looks around. To his surprise it was already abandoned. Many of the test chambers are empty and the offices, rid of the files and cabinets. Though there were defenses set up, all of them have been abandoned and left alone. With no signs at all of anyone trying to stand up against the invading force.
He soon could hear screaming behind and the rattling of gear and guns. Wanting to keep his lead, he starts running. His enchanted sabatons give him immense speed, and the ability to never tire. Even with the bulky and heavy armor, he ran around as if he was in his briefs.
As he enters the second floor of the bunker, he sees a man in a midnight blue business suit who was prone. He rolls to safety as the guy had a .50 Barrett pointed right at him. In cover, he materializes his kite shield and with his revolver out, he uses it as a riot shield. Blindly shooting straight as the man's .50 BMG explodes upon contact with his shield. Every step he took, he had to stop from the power of explosions of the large sniper bullets.
Slowly, and with even more adrenaline running through his veins as he feels the intense shock from each bullet that his shield tanks, the General pushes onwards. Not caring for this safety and soon, he gets within sword range, he holsters his revolver and starts swinging.
Quince immediately defends himself. Stylishly parrying it with the rear buttstock of the large rifle, but the sword just cuts through it after a second. Unable to dodge, he teleports behind the Knight, with the Barrett's muzzle brake right behind him. Paul swings around as he hears the click of the trigger, the .50 BMG flies into his shiny black leather cape, the cloth bounces the bullet as if it was made out of metal and into a fire extinguisher in the end of the hall.
His sword slices the gun in half. "Poor Light Fifty. Where is the Queen? Tell me now or I'll turn you into ground beef like your friend up there." he just tips his fedora in response. "Alright, let's do this then." Quince throws the remaining parts of the sniper at him as he quickly unholsters two engraved .45 Colt 1911s. The quick hail of bullets staggered the Knight, and in such a close distance, he is unable to lift his sabatons. Making him fall to his knees, but with a smile, he draws his revolver out, Quince immediately teleports out. He reloaded his akimbo pistols, chuckling to himself as he was able to fool the man. In the silence as he awaits the attack from the well suited man, he could hear the heartbeat of someone tethered with the crying of a woman.
Hearing this he starts running, passing through the smoke created by the exploded fire extinguisher just to be stopped with a Rapier flying straight at his head. He managed to dodge it but the vampire was faster, swinging it to the left to catch up with his head. In a moment of panic, he unholsters his Python revolver and like a cowboy, hip fires it to the left, shooting Quince in the stomach multiple times. The snazzy man in a suit reappeared in front of him with even his clothes fully repaired, looking dashingly confident even with the blood returning to his body and the holes closing. Holding down his Fedora.
"Hey, you're pretty good with that thing."
"What're you planning on doing with her?!"
"Let's just say we and another organization have good use with her blood."
"Hm, fucking assholes. I'll have fun watching you get torn apart by her."
"Pretty cool that you sling that red cooler on your decorative chain. Loving the edgy armor."
"Thanks, I've always been a fan of Knight armors. It looks badass."
As the two continue their fight, on the Castle's rear walkways, 4th Reich players make a run to outside the castle, retreating without saying a word after sustaining minimal casualties, as the vampires celebrate their victory. "Hotel One Four, taktischer Rückzug in den Innenhof, als Bahamut sich mit zwei weiteren Generälen nähert. Melden Sie sich bei Bravo Two Six für weitere Informationen." as they put their guns and weapons up, they hear a mighty roar in the skies, enough to rattle and even break the old stained glass windows of the castle's inner sanctum. One of the well dressed vampires looked at the skies and to her shock, a massive mountain sized black object dived from the clouds above and to the ones below. It was so large a skyscraper sized hole was made from the clouds above them and the air from it reached the Castle even though it was a kilometer away. The large black sleet immediately disappeared, falling underneath the castle.
"That wasn't... what I think is right...?"
"I think those mortals ran because..."
Appearing from the clouds below, a gigantic black armored dragon appears, its two frontal hands latching into the towers in the back while its hind legs digs its claws into the mountain itself. Far away, Colonel Rudentoft with Detective Henry sees the Dragon God Bahamut, larger than the castle and its mighty majestic wings spanning far beyond the ranges as it spreads them fully and roars again, sending shivers to everyone who could see the mighty Dragon.
Alana and two other Death Knights drop into the Courtyard. They are met with a messy and bloody entrance to the castle, bullet holes and claw marks are everywhere and littered with it are precious equipment dropped by dead players from both sides.
"Hey, did you see where another General went?"
"Was? Who are you?"
"I am Knight General John McKinley and this is Knight General Escobar Ramirez of the Knights Order of Eldwood. We were visiting a friend when we crossed paths with his companions."
"Jwohl Mein General! Go into the main lobby, there is a secret passage there that leads to the bunkers below. Two squads that came in there reported that they saw a Death Knight fighting a vampire in a midnight blue suit."
"That must be M'Lord! We must come quickly!"
Bahamut's gigantic head peers over the courtyard, her shadow masking the entire castle as her head alone was half the size of the castle fortress that stood strongly on top of the mountain range.
"Forweth mortal and immortal! Saveth thee our Master!"
"Yes Bahamut! Sir John, Sir Escobar, let us depart!"
The trio runs into the Lobby as Bahamut opens her mouth and disintegrates a tower that was littered with M2HB Brownings and TOW-2As shooting at her armored head, the vampires operating them turn into ash as her flames engulf its exterior and interior. Surviving Eurocopter Tigers became her drones, protecting her from anyone trying to destroy the towers that her frontal hands are latched onto.
The helicopters seemed like tiny mosquitos the size of the black dragon, orbiting around her to make sure any of the vampires trying to damage her claws grip on the castle are unable to do so. Firing their guns and rockets into her armor to kill the intruding bloodsuckers as Bahamut continued to clean up the fortress towers that stood on the outskirts, letting more and more soldiers pour in from all sides..
A few hundred meters inside the mountain, Quince finally sees an opening and kicks the red cooler from its chain. "Tsk!" Paul grunts as he tries to save it from getting crushed by the powerful being. All he could do was look as the much faster vampire passed him without effort and was about to grab it till Alana swoops in, her two inch heel staking right into his forehead. "YES! FUCK YOU!" as he screams, standing up. Planning on ending it once and for all, the well dressed man teleports away while two more armored Knights appear.
"Woah! John! Escobar!"
And Alana appears in her crimson red gown. Ready for battle as she lifts up her hands, her fingers open, as if her polished nails underneath her silk white gloves are her claws.
"Alana! Thank you guys for being here! Just in the nick of time!"
"No worries bro. Me and Esco will take care of this lad. Just go to her, and Alana. Teach us a thing or two about Vampires will ya?"
"I have no qualms. Prepare yourself for that man is of purity. M'Lord, I suggest you get your job done now."
Nodding, Paul starts running to the voice of a crying woman. Dodging sniper fire as Quince tries again and again to kill him with an SVD he found, but the two Knights with the Countess proved too much of a trouble for him and disengages as he fights for his life. Alana's hands are already too much for the man as he dodged with every bit of fiber he had and Escobar's massive greatsword was cutting through everything, including the inches thick sides of the bunker, revealing the old cave that it was supposed to originally be.
Everytime Quince would try to attack, Escobar would tank his shots and swings as John with his big longbow fired special locking arrows and Alana swooped in from below to get his legs. But thanks to his regeneration, it proved hard to kill or disable the man as after taking a second of damage, he'd teleport away to again try to fight back or seek a weakness from the trio. "Heavens be! Aren't you an annoying one!" Alana spoke with a smearing tone as she spread Bloodroses on the hallways, the floating roses changed the gray hue to a crimson and the two Knights could feel as if they've been buffed.
"TO YOUR LEFT!" Hearing the woman, Escobar tilts his sword, making Quince's rapier hit his blade as John's engraved steel arrow pierces him through the chest of the man and Alana without any effort beheads his well defined face.
Weaving through the maze of hallways and locked rooms, the Knight arrives on a large bunker door, he pulls a lever next to it. The heavy steel doors open, revealing a withered body, put up like it was planted on a cross with Hellraiser embedded on its chest. Walking in with his red cooler, he looked around and could see there were hoses connected to its severed limbs. He closes the door, silencing the noisy fighting occurring behind him. He is left with the body, visibly breathing but palpating heavily. The hoses lead to a generator pump with hoses that sends blood below the mountain.
The red and white lights of the room make it seem like a horror scene, with blood littering the walls and the floor. Walking to the withering body, that seems to be nothing but bones with a human skin on top of it, he removes the hoses and unlatches his helmet straps. Dropping it on the ground as he moves his ear to its mouth. "M-my-re-tain-er." his eyes open and immediately hugs her body as he takes the cooler. Opening the blood bags and feeding it blood. Outside, the Countess annoyingly starts mocking Quince. "Boohoo, can't shoot me?" The well dressed man ignores her and continues to fight while John and Escobar start unraveling more and more of the facility, seeing the maps left over and paths that lead to different parts of it.
Walking to a T junction, they encounter Paul without his helmet. Carrying a young blonde teenage girl wearing a Priestess outfit and holding a Staff. She had short blonde hair and sharp ears with two large fangs on the upper jaw, and smaller ones on the bottom jaw.
"Woah, dude. What's with the flat chested girl?"
"OY YOU MISCREANT! HOW DARE THEE CALETH THE QUEEN IN SUCH A WAY?! I HAVE YOU KNOWN THIS WAS MY BODY BEFORE I MATURED! I'LL HAVE THEE STAKED! THOU SHALT NOT GET AWAY WITH THIS!"
Her loud and high pitched annoying voice rings out the halls as Paul starts patting her head, calming the furious blonde girl down. "Hehe, yea... seems like three blood bags wasn't enough to fully regenerate her to mature form." The two Knights look at each other, confused and dazed as Alana behind them continues to mock and taunt Quince.
"So you need more blood?"
"Yep, like a lot more."
"Hey brat, how much blood do you need?"
"Oy! Call me that again and I'll- I'll bless you you cursed Knight!"
"Yeah yea yeah, just answer it."
"I just need one human body!"
"Then can me and Escobar also give our blood?"
"But are you sure you want that? You will also become vampires."
"What blood is our option then?"
"My Lords! His blood is parted with my soul through the contract! He will not turn!"
The two Knights underneath their helmets already knew what to do and looked at Paul who was visibly confused. "Wha-what?" The two Death Knights pinned him down. Removing his gauntlet and signaling for the Queen to start drinking. "NO! YOU SONS OF GUNS! WHY ME!? HOW COULD YOU MOTHER FUUUU-!" As she starts drinking, the lust fills his body and soon he passes out from it and the two Knights giggled at his intense reaction as Elizabeth became more and more mature. Her clothes transformed into a white gown and slowly, her chest and body becoming more defined and her blonde hair reaching lengths far above her height.
On the other side of the floor, Quince has not damaged or scratched the Countess as Alana merely danced around the man. Continually demeaning the man as he fought for his very life against the trained woman.
"You know, you could easily put up a fight if it weren't for your inexperience. How young are you, I wonder? With your skills, you couldn't be anymore than twenty years old. Something not worthy of a pure vampire, at least a thousand should be one's age."
"Sorry for not living for a few thousand years. But I tend to be better at range."
"Is that so? Then where is it?"
Quince's eyes glow red while the Countess opens her palm, revealing another red rose which she throws at him. It then starts multiplying even more, filling the area to a mist of flying roses while he stood his ground. As a kick flies into the back of his head, he stops it with his arms and uses his pistol to shoot the Countess but her speed is getting faster and faster. While he is unable to see or feel anything but an inch in front of him.
Seeing that it was the floating roses around him that was giving her more buffs. He starts destroying them, but even with his speed. More and more were appearing. Pulling out his Rapier, he blocks a red bladed Longsword with the Countess midair, putting more and more weight as he falls on his back, with her sword leveled right at his neck. Seeing the chance, he tries to kick her but she speeds away. Reappearing in some distance in front of him, he could see a feint view of her thin waist as the roses once again floods his view
Ready to continue fighting, he dashes through the floating roses to pierce her chest with his sword. Passing through a hallway, his eyes wander to it. Seeing a tall blonde woman in a frilly purple gothic dress with a long Greatsword. He stops suddenly, feeling the shivers in his timbers. "What the fuck..." as he looks back at where Countess was.
She was gone and so were her roses. Back walking to the hall, his eyes open wide as he sees the Vampire Queen fully in her mature form while behind, John and Escobar are helping an anemic Paul walk as he yammer curses at the two and would try to kick and punch them. "You fuckers... give me more health potions!" The man was deathly pale but is at his usual gander and the two Knights just laugh away as he is dragged out of the fight.
The Queen grins as she reveals her power, the metal blocks on the floor were lifted up and started floating as her long blonde hair seemed like the tendrils of a monster prepared to pierce him. Her wonderful crown was in full view of him as her outfit changed to a velvet red gown with white elbow length gloves, all her ten fingers with jewelry and sparkling earring on her sharp ears, with her blindingly golden necklace with rubies reflecting the ceiling light as it bounces back on him.
"Havannah you smart bitch. Leaving me here to die like a rat in the sewers. So, I guess this is where the damsel in distress is saved by the hero Knight."
"Damsel in distress?" Queen Elizabeth's deep womanly voice echoed through the metal hall. Condescending and disrespectful in her tone as if she was talking to a mere cretin thousands of levels below her. "I think you got it wrong, as I am already saved. This is merely another segment of my adventures. What an interesting experience that was, but I'll probably forget about this soon. This could've been more fun if you weren't all so weak."
He backwalks, his eyes locked onto the Queen as she walks to him with a determined stride. Leaned forward and her eyes brimming with bloodlust as she wore her magnificent velvet gown in the dark and brooming bunker with flickering lights.
"I wonder how the Kingdoms will react if they found out your Sarcophagus has been opened by the Outworlders?"
"Hmph, as if they would even believe such a thing. It would be a coincidence of amazing proportions... And most of all, do you think I'd give a damn what a bunch of mortals think?"
John and Escobar, who was helping Paul walk with the Countess protecting him, laugh at the idea as they watch the scene unfold right in front of them. John, whose armor has been scratched by the man, looks back and raises his middle finger at him.
"Hey turbo douche, good luck. Now you're dealing with a serious version of her. Hope you'd come back alive, unless she deletes you from the face of this planet. Bye-bye!"
"Grrr... Funny how you people reveal yourselves as nothing different from the Politicians and Bureaucrats of our world. Willing to use an Archaios Vampire to forward your plans. I guess you humans are truly doomed. This shed any hint of love I had left when I was still a man, you're all doomed to repeat history."
"That is the way of humanity, for survival and for our return douche! Do not act like you aren't one of us. You are also a human who just happened to be a Vampire character." Paul pats John's shoulder. "Hold up John, let's just cut it short and say, we'll drag you to that portal back home and have you get shitfaced by our world unless Elizabeth just wastes you like the punk you and Havannah are. Don't play with fire you can't control and the Queen is someone no one can control."
"Heh, punk? Douche? I defeated her and that's more than enough for me."
He aims his pistol "Halt." but he was unable to pull the trigger after hearing the Queen's word. As she continued walking, her power was becoming more and more apparent. The metal plates on the walls and floor were lifting up and floating from her aura alone. Her entire body emitting a divine aura.
"I shall give you three seconds to attack me with everything thou's got."
"Say no more."
With his gloves off, he goes all in. The Countess with John shields the anemic Paul as the well dressed man attacked the Queen with his Rapier and 1911s. "One." He tries to immediately go for her heart, but is stopped by Hellraiser. Parrying him with speed that even he couldn't see. "Two" opened his guns, every bullet that he shot was tank by the Queen. The enchanted bullets were not even damaging her gown as she stood in absolute boredom with her hand on her hip while getting rained on by lead. The deflected bullets pinging off of the Kite shield of John behind her. "Three." Pools of blood started to leak from the crevices of the torn metal platings on the wall and floor. She then cups the blood, making it form a Wine glass made from it.
"Au Dieu des Vampires, Angus."
Holding the wine glass up as a toast, hands made out of blood and skeletons reach from the depths of the floor. Grabbing the Vampiric man as he tries to do his best to free himself. But their grip was so strong that it was crushing his limbs till he became fully drowned and engulfed by the blood. It was as if he wasn't even there when it all resided into nothing. The Queen didn't even need to go and fight him and didn't move an inch from her position.
"Now, let us continue. My Lord, which way?"
John then remembers seeing a map and reading it, he raises his hand though a bit afraid of the woman after witnessing such a brutal one sided combat.
"Well, uhhhh... from the maps we found. There seems to be a garage way below us that leads to the outside."
"Then. Lead the way Sir John."
"Righty." The trio leads her to the elevator, with the three knights still completely shocked by the brutality and power she wields. Unable to process how she just managed to tank an enchanted bullets and rapier like their nothing and wield the extremely heavy and damaged Hellraiser without care.
"Yeah, I can see why they wanted to keep her asleep forever."
"Alana, what magic is that?!"
"Blood Magic M'Lord. It's originally made by the Dark Elves in their pursuit of banned magic. As one knows, it suited us vampires more. Though, the one the Queen uses... I've never seen it like that before. We usually only use it to disable our prey, to use it as an offensive weapon to also melt and engulf one's enemies. Amazing."
"Exactly how is this achieved?"
"I think she does this through the accumulation of blood, and to use it as a weapon afterwards. As vampires naturally convert blood to Mana. One could say, the blood she uses as a weapon is the blood of probably thousands if not hundreds of thousands of people."
"Wow. Forget I asked, I'm too anemic for this shit."
"Countess, I bid thee to not delve into the books far too much. This True Blood Arts Magic is of King Gerald, I heedeth from the same land as he, and the magic is often used to help those of blood complications. I merely mastered it to the degree I am able to use it to this extent and turn it into an offensive weapon but thou is correct, I am using stored Mana and reconverting it back into blood to dissolve my enemy into nothingness."
"It's impressive, your Majesty. It's not the first time medicinal magic became an offensive one. Though I've never seen it to this extreme."
"Urrghh... I need to eat... and medicinal magic? Isn't Heal like the general magic here too?"
"It is M'Lord, but it's very taxing on one's mana. Specific magic is also made to fix your limbs, which soon became Limb break."
"Again, forget I asked. Just get me food or something to eat..."
Helping Paul walk, the three armored Knights leads the two Vampires to an elevator as the facility shakes from the bombings and attacks occuring on the Castle above. John presses the button to call the elevator and a large service elevator arrives with UN soldiers riding them. Conquering most of the top. They saluted at the Knights as they exited out to let the party in, all of them staring at the blonde woman whose aura is both captivating and dangerous.
"Also, do you have a specific name for that type of magic?"
"A name, My Lord? Hmmm... I usually just call it as such. True Blood Art Magic of King Gerald."
"It's cool magic but don't you think the name isn't as awesome?"
"Then... hmmm... why not Bloodborne, My Lord?
"Oh, tacky." The anemic man in bulky armor makes a slow thumbs up accompanied with a big smile.
"And, uhhh... how's Hellraiser?"
"It is a magnificent blade, My Lord. I can see now why you've been using it for so long even with your arsenal of better weapons."
"Hm. Take good care of it, be sure to shove it up Havannah's ass for me."
"Say no more My Lord, for it has been inked in the books and archives that she'll meet her demise in this region."
"What? It's already written? How?"
"For I said so."
The elevator arrives at the bottom floor and they are immediately met with automated Sentries armed with Crystals that shoot purple fireballs and lasers. The Vampire Queen with the Countess snuffs out the fires with their arms as the Sentries keep shooting more and more lasers. The three Knights cover their backs, destroying the ones in the corners next to the elevator entrance as the two bloodsuckers attack the ones in the front, destroying them with one swing of their hands. Running to the end of the hall after passing open bulk doors with empty storage rooms, they end up in a large parking area for Semi trucks. The main door was left open and there was no one there, nor a single vehicle.
Running to the cold outside where the snow coated dirt road that leads two ways had signs of tracks from the heavy duty tires that passed through the place. Opening her large bat wings, Queen Elizabeth takes flight as right above them, she looks around, and above her, where the castle is, she could see the long and gigantic spiky tail of Bahamut piercing through the clouds as the roar of the giant black dragon sends shivers down the spine of the beasts in the forest. Sending birds to take flight, rustling the treelines.
Looking around even more, she could see in the East, a large snow cloud being billowed by a convoy of armored SUVs escorting three tankers and on the West, only tracks of a single tanker truck are left with most already covered by the falling snow. "Countess! Stay here and heal our Lord! I shall end this!"
Taking flight and reaching the convoy within mere seconds. She then lands on the long hood of the daycab Peterbilt. Crushing its yellow Caterpillar engine and making the heavy tri axle tanker trailer stop, sending it to the trees where it spills her blood as it dissolves after making contact with the outside. Using the momentum, she jumps once again and throws the Greatsword like a spear on the first tanker.
Blood starts spilling out of the frozen tanker as she lands on the pommel with one heel. Havannah who was riding shotgun on the Freightliner exits out of the cab. Using the AMT AutoMag Vs, drawn and ready to shoot. The two meet face to face on top of the tanker as the escorting SUVs surround it while the second tanker truck starts slowing down.
"Seems that Quince was unable to delay you for even one minute."
"Ah yes, I almost forgot that thing existed. How boring that was, I hope you can entertain me more. But I doubt it."
"So, are you going to end this here?"
"Of course Harlot. I'll end this here. Amazing that you found a way to prevent my very potent blood from evaporating or combusting. But this just means you're riding atop an explosive device."
"Hm, then. Let us end this here. But I am sure my partners would want even a bit of your blood for their mission."
"Who are these people you speak of? Outworlders?"
"Something like that, they don't want anyone to return to our world. To let it die. What about you? Wouldn't you want your beloved Lord to stay with you here?"
"AHAHAHAHAHAHA! Do not make me laugh tart. A bawd like you knows how to dress and groom like a Vampire. But you do not know of our customs and rules, you do not respect it nor wish to listen to it. If anything, I'd be more than willing to have you return home. And for my Lord, he has already decided. Even if he was to fight the world, I shall be on his side till the end."
"How sweet, but that man is your weakness. Look at you, defeated by me because you didn't want that sword to be shattered. Humiliated and your blood stolen."
"You seriously think I give a damn about such trivial matters? He is my Knight, my Lord and Retainer. I would be tainting my very title and name if I was to let his blade be shattered by my own hands... what is that idiom said in your tongue of English? Or was it a proverb?"
The Queen within seconds, kicks the AutoMag pistol from her hands and grabs it. She then reappears with one heel on the pommel, pointing two of the guns at her.
"And this time, I shall defend my man. I already failed once, it shall not happen once again."
She fires a single shot which Havannah dodges. But the bullet hits the top of the tanker, causing a rapture to occur. But the blood didn't explode, instead it reshaped into the form of sharp tentacles. Flying to the Vampire to impale her as the Queen watches silently with her right hand on her hip and left, wielding the AutoMag. She then puts the gun's muzzle below her chin as she thinks of something.
"Oh I remember, it's a proverb. What comes around, goes around." The escort SUVs opened their windows and vampires with M4s started opening fire at her. Elizabeth quickly disappears and reappears on top of the hood of one of the vehicles. She pointed her finger gun at the passengers as they sat on the doors windows firing everything they got on her but the bullets were useless against her body now. "Bang." as if her finger gun popped a balloon, their bodies burst, flooding the inside of the SUV with torn body parts and blood as it loses control and drives into the trees.
Jumping onto the nearest vehicle, she grins and opens her bat wings, kicking it into the tanker trailer. Causing it to lose control as another armored SUV appears with a mounted M134 Minigun on top of it. All the while, Havannah is fighting for her life as the frozen tanker's sides crack even more. Letting more blood spill out and attack her. Every slice with her hands, more sharp edges appear to attack her while the Vampire Queen
"So this is how you lived! Your bloodline must be impressive with such control! You sucked and sucked blood till you emptied entire nations, feeding yourself and your people!"
"Bwahahaha! Wreathe! Wreathe in awe of my power! This is what it means to be the Queen of the Vampires! Harlot, be lucky to experience even a shred of my strength in battle."
"I'll take that pretty crown off your beautiful head and I'll make sure my old world dies with these fools, just as your Husband did! Protecting the old to preserve themselves, they shall all perish and the new generation will take over!"
Without even sensing her, the Queen destroys the last two SUVs, with her finger guns popping the vampires inside followed by her powerful kick, throwing them into each other, causing a massive explosion with the cookoff of the ammo inside and appears behind Havannah.
"My husband died because he was still human at heart, a brave Knight who loved the people, including the mortals. He didn't drink blood from anyone, and only drank ones that were consented by the humans or elves. I'd even offer my own blood to satiate him when we couldn't find anyone. Do not put his name down, a mere microbe like you shouldn't be saying such bad things to literal Gods to your kin."
"Sounds like he was a weak man, incapable of moving forward. No wonder he died and you lived on."
"Hmph, of course a cretin like you is unable to understand. I never once saw him as weak, not once did he leave his humanity and never did I judge him for that, not everyone is capable of doing so. I was only lucky that I could leave my humanity with such ease, it might've been the reason why my village wanted to get me out of their hands even though I was a gifted priestess. Falter beneath me cretin, you wield power that's far beyond your insignificant existence."
Suddenly, Havannah ignites like a lamp and burns. Though the fire wasn't enough, and she stood there feeling the pain, resisting it with her hands fisted. Her eyes staring right into the Queen's soul but the Queen stared back, piercing hers with a stare that can kill.
"Do not look down upon these people, just because you have immortality. He stood there, outnumbered and outmatched by the Saintly Hero's party and even then, gave them a worthy fight with his glass sword of the Meteors. Discard your humanity, I dare you. You shall know how it truly is, to be immortal... is to be alone for eternity."
The Queen then points her finger at her, making Havannah's stomach burst.
"You dare fight something that's far above you? Then, let me give you the pitiful death that's right of your kind. I'll return you to the darkened alley which one came from, full of trash and dirt as thee's worthless soul. Do not mess with me."
With her in flames, the Queen shoots her AutoMag Vs, dodging it swifty. With all her remaining power, the suited woman charges at Elizabeth who uses her immense speed to appear right behind her, taking out Hellraiser from the tanker and with a single swing, scratches the powerful purebred while blood spills uncontrollably. Now, fully surrounded, burning and mortally wounded, Havannah goes all out. Drawing her two USP 45 Elites, the Queen blocks her shots with her body as her longsword slices through the Queen's chest. Absolutely doing nothing, not even damaging the velvet gown of the Royal. "Tsk, how boring. To imagine this is the best the Outworlders has to offer."
And even without blinking, Elizabeth beheaded her. All of the sudden, her moving blood dies and drops to the ground. Slowly turning into physical Mana and burning the snow and soil as it flows into the Queen. She then heads into the cab, intimidating the vampire driving the tanker and stops it. Behind, six UH-60M Blackhawks are flying towards her direction. After a few minutes, one of the choppers landed with Paul princess carrying Bahamut who was holding hard onto him while the Countess stared at her with envious eyes.
"BAHAMUT, C'MON, I CAUGHT YOU ALREADY!"
"What? My human form couldn't be that heavy."
"IT'S NOT THAT YOUR HEAVY, I CAN'T GRAB THINGS!"
"Then, let me be your hands! We are one Master! I shall grab whatever you need for you!"
"WHAT? NO! GRRRR!"
John and Escobar just giggle as they exit the chopper looking at Bahamut, happy to see her in such a form. They then greet the Queen who looks as dashingly beautiful as ever. Seeing the corpse, Bahamut lets go of Paul and runs to Havannah's dead body. Quickly piercing her body and grabbing her still beating heart while Queen Elizabeth grabs Paul underneath his armpits and raises him up like a small child.
"MY LORD! I'VE RETURNED!"
"WOAHHH! PUT ME DOWN ELIZABETH!"
Even though she was only a few inches taller than him, with her immense ancient vampiric powers. She had no trouble lifting up the fully armored Knight and spinning him around while the soldiers, pilots, the Countess and Bahamut laughed at the sight. Elizabeth then points at the red handkerchief wrapped around his right arm.
"My Lord, have you slept with a vampiric woman?!"
"WHAT?! WHERE DID THIS COME FROM?!"
"Who gave you that handkerchief and even wrapped it around your arm? Do you know what that means?"
"Alana did, she told me it's to remind me that someone is waiting for me back home."
Elizabeth opens her palm and materializes a red handkerchief of her own with gold design and wraps it on his left arm.
"There, as if I'd be defeated by you Countess."
Alana on the other hand just crosses her arms and looks away, whistling. Soon, soldiers exited out the helicopter and secured the scene. Elizabeth grabs one by the arm, the player absolutely gobsmacked by the beautiful blonde woman holding him.
"Bring me a stake."
"Steak?"
"Nay, STAKE. I'm going to impale that woman and brandish her dead body for all to see. Where is your most populated public square?"
"Uhm... I don't think that'd be a good idea ma'am."