Son of the Dragon: Blood Moon

by LoganHowlettofAthenaCabin

Two years after the war with Gaea, both camps have declared peace. and for those two years everything is going well. but something from the gods past has returned and it will bring destruction to all who oppose. The Prince of Darkness returns to the world after many years of slumber and he brings a new threat to the Heroes of Olympus. rated T for blood and language. Send reviews!

1. Prologue

Prologue-

A mob of villagers were razing a forest around a large castle. The lord of this large estate hurried to his study with an object in his hand, it shined an aura of crimson red. "Sir?" his butler cried out. "Not now, Mr. Igor!" the Lord yelled as he ran through the doors into his study about the size of a full library.

"Sir is that..." Mr. Igor asked as he tailed the Lord.

"Yes, it is." I answered," took me decades and thousands of lives to make this little artifact."

The Villagers were at the castle gates. The Lord went to a bookcase leaning on a wall and pulled a hidden lever disguised as an old book; the bookcase creaked and shifted to the side exposing a hidden staircase going down into a dark room beneath the castle. "Mr. Igor, escape though the back way." He ordered," they won't find you if you leave from there."

"But, Sir?" he stalled," What about you?"

"I'll survive, and this will make me stronger than the gods ever were!" He opened his hand showing a glowing crimson cube that radiated pure energy. "I will be moved to the new world using the power of it, I will be sleeping in my coffin. Wake me on the Blood Moon!" with that said the Lord went down the stairs in to a dungeon looking room with a large black coffin in the middle. Mr. Igor ran off to the lower levels as the Lord opened the coffin door showing a small hole in the back of the bedding. In this hole he put the cube in and smaller doors locked it in and the Lord laid on top the beddings and slowly closed the lid. As soon as the villagers broke the gate down the coffin vanished.

The people burned the stable and killed the horses. They destroyed the armory and guest house, they brought down the towers and invaded to the main hall. All the paintings were lit, curtains torn, treasures raided. The town scholars loaded their bags with the many books of The Lords study and took all his artifacts, The Raid leader came in. He was tall, but his face was covered with a red used scarf and his black hair dropped down from his folded hunter hat, he wore a long black coat and heavy boots, the clothes underneath the coat were dark and somewhat torn. "Master, Hellsing!" a scholar called out, "thank you for helping us drive out the vampire, for decades he has been killing off members of our town, and also thank you for letting us to gather things from his vast storage of books and artifacts we could sell these after learning from them to help bring some wealth."

"He will be back!" Hellsing whispered, "and I will be ready!"