Saga 2: Sins of a Demon

In an old Buddhist Monastery…the monks had found a gravely injured and unusual man at their doorsteps. This was only days after the defeat of the Vampire God and he was slowly returning to full health. It was remarkable, really, any ordinary human would have died from such injuries. Yet he continued to heal at a remarkable rate and the monks cared for him with the best of their abilities. Yet in many parts of the world no good deed goes unpunished and the same would be true for this.

Today would be the day that their unconscious friend would awaken. The reason he had been dormant ever seen the Vampire God's defeat would soon become clear. Once he awoke he would continue his quest to bring about the end of his doppelganger. His quest to bring about the end of Nightwing, the titans and the one who betrayed him. The current Supreme Lord of all Vampires.

He would find Shillian and make him pay for using him as part of a ritual to bring the Vampire God into this world. It was at that moment as the sun reached its crest that his eyes snapped open. He leant up from the makeshift bed and put a shaky hand to his forehead.

It was then that he spotted an elderly monk approach him without fear and placed a cup of water by his side. The black haired figure gently picked the water up and sipped it down. The water somehow tasted odd and his memories were incredibly fuzzy for some reason. He couldn't remember anything before he awoke and he didn't know whereabouts he was either.

"Where…am I?" the black haired figure asked the monk who watched with a pleasant expression.

"We found you on our doorsteps many weeks ago injured beyond hope, yet you survived," the monk answered.

"I can't remember…everything's blank," the messy black haired figure murmured and unsteadily got to his feet.

He was easily several inches taller than the older monk, yet in his current condition a small breeze could blow him over. The harder he tried to remember his past, the more his head hurt. It seemed like there was just this blank fog surrounding him. Covering everything and anything linking him to his past.

He could remember general facts of life like the name of many countries and various religions and their myths. Just nothing that would tie to his past so how did he become so gravely injured? Why did he come to this monastery specifically or was it somehow just by chance?

"How unfortunate. You can stay here for the meantime as you discover yourself and your place in this world," the monk generously offered.

"Thank you, I should recover my memories in time," the black haired man answered and followed the monk out of the room.

They soon entered the courtyard, which was a beautiful sight indeed. Fellow monks swept leaves from the pathways and more entered carrying buckets of water. It was like a perfect harmonious society. One that worked without crime, anger and all the faults that modern society had.

"It's beautiful…you must be proud of all the good work done here," the wild haired young man stated.

"Of course, we are ever more grateful of what has been given to us and the second chance this world has been given," the elderly monk stated.

"Second chance?" the wild haired man asked inquisitively.

"Yes, only a few months ago, this world was on the brink of complete destruction from a dangerous higher power," the monk answered.

Once the monk had spoken those words, brief flashes of destruction and carnage flowed through his mind. The images were so jumbled and brief that he could barely make anything out from them. It seemed that whatever had caused his amnesia seemed to be linked with this great disaster.

"The news of the world's saviour only reached us a few days ago and he is being celebrated," the monk answered.

"Who is this saviour?" the wild haired young man asked as he looked over the large Buddhist Monastery.

"A young man who looks so much like yourself only the different skin tone and you have fewer scars it seems," the monk answered.

The black haired man had a thoughtful expression on his face and looked up at the clear blue sky that strangely looked so unfamiliar. He knew the sky was supposed to be blue, but something in the back of his mind told him otherwise. That perhaps it used to be a different colour completely. So many things seemed in place yet so different from what he felt they actually should be.

"I see. I just wish I could remember what happened," the black haired man muttered and pressed a hand to his forehead.

His head was thumping like crazy yet he didn't know why. He felt a nagging at the back of his mind, as if he should know something important. Like the feeling you get when you know you've forgotten something at home or know you're in trouble like a feeling of foreboding.

"What was this hero's name?" the wild haired young man asked and the elderly monk turned to face him.

"I believe they call him Nightwing…nobody is sure of his real name," the Monk answered in a kind tone.

Opening hearing the name of this hero, more images flashed through his mind at an incomprehensible speed. Thunder roaring from the sky as it slowly changed from a purple tone to crimson. A great wave of blood like energy cleansing the Earth itself of all life. A planet died in an instant and an inhuman roar followed by an incomprehensible power. An image of a great evil flashed through his mind. Wild dark brown hair locked in combat with someone so much like himself.

Their names rang through his mind like a bell, Nightwing and Shillian, the ones that he hated more than anything else. More and more memories began to return. How his drive in life was to kill Nightwing and then Shillian betrayed him. It was then that he sought revenge against Shillian.

Some cataclysmic power restored the Earth and all life but he was heavily wounded as he fled Jump City . He remembered blacking out on the pathway to the monastery and finally he remembered his name. His identity and all his memories were back and so was his power and lust for destruction. He knew his true identity and the world would shake in his name…Bloodlust.

Bloodlust opened his eyes and looked around the Monastery with a new darker perspective.

"I remember who I am now…my memories have returned," Bloodlust stated in a level tone of voice.

"Excellent. I wish you safe journey on your trip to your old life," the elderly monk stated with a smile.

"Thank you. But I have one more thing to do before I leave," Bloodlust stated in a calm level tone of voice. Seconds later a flash of destructive energy wiped out the Monastery and a single shadowed figure flew off. Its destination was Jump City . First he would find Nightwing and kill him. Then he would go after Shillian and make him pay for turning on him during the final hours of the prophecy. First he needed to find an army…there were plenty of demons that would follow his cause.

Over time both Nightwing and Shillian had made many enemies. Once he got rid of those two, then he could take his rightful place in the world. Destroy Nightwing and he will be his own person and not just a demonic clone. A twisted creation of a powerful Demon known as Krylon. The world had better watch out as Bloodlust had returned and this time he was out for vengeance.

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The training had been intense; John had been training them to not rely on their powers so much. They did everything without their powers, increased strength and speed. Nightwing could easily say that this was some of the toughest training he had ever gone through.

During sparring sessions with John, Nightwing had been knocked on his ass countless times. Yet John seemed to effortlessly block whatever Nightwing threw at him. He even tried countless grapples, but he always seemed to find a way out of it and use a counter grapple which made Nightwing eat dirt. Nightwing once again climbed to his feet and glanced up at the man who was in his mid-fifties.

He was like a fighting machine; it was hard to believe that there had been a human even more powerful than John. Skills that surpassed John's and Slade's skills combined and that was worrying.

Nightwing patted his trousers down, getting rid of the patches of snow that clung to his legs. It felt so unfamiliar fighting as a human…so slow yet very different. Nightwing had grown used to battles so fast that the human eye couldn't see. Right now he had his powers switched off so the fight seemed the same yet felt so different. Nightwing couldn't really put his fingers on it.

"You're doing well Nightwing, your style and technique has improved in only twenty four hours," John stated.

In truth they had all improved physically and mentally. The harsh weather had proven itself intense even for those like Nightwing and Michael. The cold wind and thin air had proven exhausting for most of them. John had spent many years of his life here and had grown used to it overtime.

Marcus had taken a particular liking to the Capoira techniques that John had taught them all. The style seemed to suit Marcus in a strange way. Nightwing himself had taken a particular liking to kickboxing and Tae Kwon Do. He had managed to mix the two styles and had come up with a style that excelled at an enormous amount of both punching and kicking techniques.

His fighting had definitely improved and combined with his powers he could probably beat Vladimus in his Demon form by himself. Last time Nightwing had fought Vladimus in his demon form...he had needed the help of Lucifer, Marcus and Leo.

Unfortunately he still wasn't close to the level of power and speed that Shillian himself possessed. It was likely that the only creature that could currently match Shillian in raw power would be his alter ego, Sirian. Only that part of him had been long since dormant after his original emergence. The so called Angel of Death had easily put Voga's power to shame and it was only by luck that they defeated him last time. Of course nobody but he or Voga knew of Sirian as they had been in an alternate future at the time.

All of them had learned some skills that would come in handy in the future. They had grown stronger in hand to hand techniques. After they're training here was over they would need to head to a hot climate.

Probably the badlands of Australia or Arizona , Nightwing knew of a few shamans that still hung around there. People in tune with the human spirit and how to make that spirit become a deadly outer force. How to make your will practically unbreakable, but those teachings were very difficult. To learn them you needed to put your body under an incredible amount of stress.

Nightwing remembered his sparring session with John, whilst Nightwing had managed to land a few blows. John had landed too many to count and the one's the Nightwing did hit John with. He seemed to have this technique to counter right after being hit; it was an unusual but very effective technique.

Nightwing had managed to land a blow to the face, but that was when he used his technique. After the blow, John grabbed Nightwing's fist and spun round landing a backhand blow onto the back on Nightwing's head. He had been completely caught off guard with that move just like many others John had used against him.

They only had a short time to learn what he had to teach them and so far they had definitely improved. Eve seemed to take a liking to many of the submission techniques that John had shown them. Eve had started working on combining them into her Wu Shu and Egyptian Boxing Styles.

Nightwing had learnt that the ancient Egyptians had invented that style, but had never seen it in use before. The punches that Eve had demonstrated with the style were nothing short of devastating.

Nightwing watched as John began to effortlessly defend against Michael's attacks. John seemed to know a larger variety of combat techniques and had shown them brutal old fashioned training techniques. Such as lifting a cart with either large boulders or his team mates in it. Another workout technique would be lifting your entire body in a sit up position using mainly your stomach.

One technique that Nightwing had preferred was where he had to drag a car through the thick snow with his team mates pulling it against him. What made these techniques so much harder was that he couldn't use any of his powers. When these trainings would be over, their fighting skills would be deadly.

(Scene Change)

Bloodlust had arrived in Jump City after leaving that Buddhist Monastery. The town was so alive and full of people. Bloodlust had never seen the city this way before and it seemed so much different.

The people didn't seem to recognize him which would be a good thing as it was far too early to alert the Titans to his presence. Another discovery that he had made was that Nightwing had disappeared somewhere. No one knew his location, but there were rumors that he was still on Earth somewhere. That was what he had heard from the Underworld anyway. The Titans were still around as well as the Leo, the Vampire Elder…they wouldn't be too difficult to handle.

The sun was shining in the sky and people were going about their everyday business as if the world hadn't been on the brink of destruction only months ago.

It seemed that Shillian was still around, but his current location was as much of a mystery as was Nightwing's.

He had seen the news report of the Underworld's attempt to capture or kill Shillian and it had proven very ineffective. Thousands of bullet rounds had torn through Shillian, but they had instantly healed. They even tried freezing him, but all he did was break free of the ice. A Squad of their best troops and two heavily armed combat choppers had failed to kill or capture Shillian.

From the rumours that he had heard…that battle had been a bloodbath. Shillian had literally torn the Underworld soldiers to pieces.

After the Vampire God's defeat…many supernatural forces supporting him had been scattered across the world. Several demon clans were still residing in Jump City …waiting for their time to rise. Bloodlust would provide that opportunity by taking them forth and destroying those that stood in their way.

The Titans, Nightwing and most of all Shillian who had betrayed him. Vengeance would be his and the first to taste his power would be Nightwing. Once Nightwing was gone, he would be able to absorb his power and become something much greater. Only them could he destroy Shillian for betraying him.

Bloodlust had arrived at one of the hiding spots for a demon clan residing within Jump City . It was an abandoned Apartment block which held plenty of hiding spaces if any humans ever ventured in.

Bloodlust kicked down the door and several feet before him were a dozen or so Demons with shocked expressions on their deformed faces. They knew who he was, but the last that they had heard was that Bloodlust had been killed in the final days of the Prophecy. Yet there he stood before them…the demonic clone of the First Sign, Nightwing who had destroyed the Vampire God.

"My brethren…it has been far too long since I had stood before you, but now is our time of salvation," Bloodlust called out.

Several Demons appeared behind him with equally shocked expressions. Their black scaled skin stretched with an astonished look. Their insect glossy like wings folded behind their backs. Their black bonelike clawed fingers open in a neutral stance in case Bloodlust took it the wrong way.

"Our enemies have grown complacent in this time of peace, now we can gather our numbers and strike back," Bloodlust continued. They murmured excited whispers at the prospect of returning to their rightful glory which many other Underworld species had taken from them. No longer would they have to hide from the Angels. No longer would they have to serve the every whim of the ever dangerous Devils. No long would the Lycanthrope and Nosferatu persecuted them and drove them from the Mortal realm for all the evil deeds they had done.

"We must gather our fellow brothers still residing in the city to find Nightwing and destroy him!" Bloodlust roared. The Demons roared, too, and they set out to gather the remaining Demons to join Bloodlust's cause. Once they destroyed Nightwing, they could turn their attention to the Titans. Once they had gained a foothold, they would strike back at the Underworld Government and Shillian. Soon he and his Demon brothers would raise a great army to fight for their glory and honour.

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Raven strode into the common room of the Titans facility and quickly spotted Lucifer flicking through the television channels. A few empty beer cans lay aside on the dining table, coach and floor. Obviously Leo's handy work, but where was Leo? Usually he was out and about at this time of night.

The moon was slowly rising in the sky which held no clouds. The stars from above watched down upon them silently. Since it was a Saturday the nightlife of Jump City would be pretty active tonight. So none of them would be surprised if they received a few calls of drunken rowdiness.

As far as Raven knew, Cyborg was out patrolling whilst Beastboy and Starfire had already fallen asleep. It seemed only a few of them bothered to make an effort to stay up during the night. A lot more problems occurred during the night these days, but things had begun to calm down. Despite that run in with that bizarre creature who called himself Genesis. It was still unknown where had came from or who had even sent or released him into the city of Jump .

Things could've gotten a lot worse if Lucifer and Leo hadn't shown up just in time to save the day. Their main concern was still Shillian for now, but the events with Genesis had only served to complicate things.

It was still unknown whether Shillian was involved in that incident or that this was just some random attack. Recently Raven had been trying to track down Slade; it could be possible that Slade might know of Nightwing's location. Slade would be the kind of person to keep track of people he's interested in.

Nightwing just happened to be one of those few people that held Slade's complete attention. It might be due to the reason that he and Nightwing hold the same genetic code in their blood.

Either way, Raven was more concerned about Leo…bad things tended to happen when he was left unsupervised. Knowing Leo, he could get into a lot of trouble with just some miniscule household items. It must've taken him centuries alone to hone such a task above and beyond even Beastboy.

Lucifer had explained some of Leo's past exploits which had suggested that he wasn't as bad as he used to be. During the seventeenth century Leo was always drunk and a serious womanizer.

It was the supposed death of Vladimus during the beginning of the eighteenth century that changed everything. When he had heard that Vladimus had been killed…the supposed death changed Leo's outlook on life. He may not have seen his Sire for many centuries, but it struck a cord in his heart. When he heard he had been killed by the Underworld for acts of treason, he swore never to fall down the path of darkness that Vladimus had followed.

Very early on Vladimus had been under the service of the Vampire God during Shillian's rule as the Vampire God's second in command. The short time under their tutelage had corrupted him. Over the years the darkness had began to consume him until nothing was left but his greed and evil. Luckily Leo had not fallen down the same path, but he still could've chosen a better one in life.

One that didn't end up with him being a drunk and goofball at the best of times. From what Lucifer had mentioned he wasn't always like that. He used to be broody and searching for answers that weren't there. Leo had nearly fallen to darkness until Lucifer had made him see sense. Lucifer had put Leo back on track…saving him from the same fate as Vladimus, his Sire.

Leo had been falling to darkness before Vladimus's faked death. That was when Lucifer had saved him and Leo began to go through his brooding stage. His stage where he felt the guilt of killing innocents whilst he was falling to darkness. It was Vladimus's supposed death that shook him out of it. Unfortunately he had been in an alcoholic stage for over a century now…he'd be dead of liver failure if he'd been human.

"Lucifer, where is that drunken friend of yours?" Raven asked as she folded her arms over her torso.

"He mentioned something about a gun museum, asked if I wanted to join him, but I said no," Lucifer muttered as he switched to another channel.

It was at that moment that an equation formulated in Raven's mind about the current situation. Leo plus Gun Museum equals damaged property. Raven looked down at Lucifer and an inkling of irritation entered her mind. Didn't he realize just how bad an idea it was to let Leo go to a Gun Museum ?

"Let me get this straight, you let Leo go to a Gun Museum …unsupervised?" Raven questioned with a raised eyebrow.

"Oh please, what's the worst that Leo could…Oh crap!" Lucifer hissed as he shot up from the comfy leather sofa.

At the Gun Museum an insane giggling could be heard. It sounded similar to a child's laughter, but it sounded different in tone. A gunshot went off and a short yelp interrupted the laughter.

Leo had found himself a pistol, ammo and a bullet-proof vest. Leo once again shot himself only to have the bullet stopped by the vest. Leo was giggling like a schoolgirl as he continued to shoot the vest strapped around his shirt. Every time he shot himself he let out a short yelp, but quickly went back to the giggling.

The people hiding behind counters in fear of this so called madman didn't register to Leo as he continued to play with the gun. Leo shot another bullet into his vest around the stomach area. Another yelp escaped his mouth, but he quickly resumed giggling.

"Leo!" a monstrous scream ran out and Leo screamed firing the gun in the direction of the monstrous voice. Raven then appeared in front of him and quickly snatched the gun out of his hand. If that was Raven then the other voice most is...

Leo turned around and saw what he feared. Lucifer stood in front of him with a bullet hole in the centre of his forehead. Leo felt ten years of his immortal life slip from him in that very moment when he saw Lucifer's expression.

"You fucker! That hurt! Wait till I get my hands on you!" Lucifer roared and a meek scream left Leo's mouth.

"Now Lucifer, don't do anything you'll regret, this is me, your good buddy Leo," Leo stammered.

"Oh don't worry, I won't regret anything," Lucifer stated sinisterly as dark energy crackled from his body.

"But I didn't mean to shoot you in the head! You shouldn't have snuck up on me," Leo stammered as Lucifer drew closer.

"True, but what in that head of yours decided it was smart to play with guns," Lucifer stated as he cracked his knuckles.

"Oh shit, this is going to hurt," Leo muttered as Lucifer loomed right over him.

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Vladimus watched the excavation continue as planned. They had found the location where their goal was located. When they found him, he would prove a great weapon against Shillian and his goals. He was the perfect creature…invincible, ageless and incredibly powerful.

Only a creature such as this could stand against one so powerful as Shillian and come out of it alive. Somewhere below the ground that they stood on was the most powerful creature to ever exist. The legends of the carnage and destruction that he brought to this world were legendary. Nearly all traces of him had been removed from this Earth, but they had found him.

Virgil stood besides him, his pose strict and full of authority. Before them was the excavation site where their fledglings worked to uncover the tomb of the ultimate creature to walk this Earth.

He had been locked away for many thousands of years and soon he would be released to hunt down the one who had imprisoned him. It was strangely ironic that this would happen, but Vladimus would enjoy seeing Shillian fall. Shillian had done much more than Vladimus himself to deserve this fate.

"So this is what Zaraguin had planned, who do you think would win between Shillian and this creature we're digging up?" Virgil asked.

"In a fair fight, who knows. But in a fight orchestrated by us…it's obvious who would win in such a fight," Vladimus stated with a smirk on his face.

"How do we know he won't turn against us?" Virgil asked.

"He won't. All we have to do is mention Shillian and he'll willingly help us," Vladimus answered calmly. Virgil nodded and a thoughtful expression came across his face.

"Nonetheless we should prepare just in case he does turn on us when he's released."

"You worry too much," Vladimus stated. "After all, you've heard of what Shillian did too him."

"Of course I've heard," Virgil answered. "I don't think a supernatural creature hasn't heard of it."

"Yes, but hardly anyone believes in it anymore," Vladimus said. "Only Shillian would choose to hide him in a location like this."

The Tomb had been buried deep underground in the desert of Cairo . Practically in the middle of nowhere and despite it being night, the heat was still uncomfortable. The air was stuffy and there was hardly any breeze.

"Why couldn't Shillian hide him in the Antarctic?" Virgil muttered. "I don't know how anyone lives in this kind of weather."

Vladimus rolled his eyes and turned his attention back to the dig site. It would take a few days minimum to find who they were looking for. Then they would be able to begin the first stages of Zaraguin's invasion of Earth. Zaraguin was probably still bringing more demons to his cause. That itself would take time, but Zaraguin had waited a long time for this moment. A little longer wouldn't hurt.

Zaraguin had wanted Earth as his own domain for a long time, but someone like Vego or Sigorath had always stood in the way. Now Earth was vulnerable to attack now that both his rivals had disappeared. Some forces remained on Earth that would be able to hinder the invasion. That was why Zaraguin was currently gathering an army of unspeakable size and power.

Then Vladimus would need to open the portals to unleash Zaraguin and his demon armies open this Earth. Their goals would finally be reached at that moment; the great Demon God would finally have his domain.

His rewards for finally achieving Zaraguin's long awaited goal would be great and beyond imagination. They would be awarded power and riches the likes that nobody had ever seen before. They would bring Zaraguin to this Earth at any cost, to bring about the long awaited age of the demons.

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Shillian approached the area of the Vampire God's resurrection and looked upon the Temple of Eternal Darkness . He could still feel the faint tremor of energy. The remains of a massive amount of power to bring back Vego. This temple still held use and if memory served him correctly. This would be where the final battle would take place between him and the forces defending this Earth.

The alliance between himself and Cyrus would end in only a few months time at this great Temple .

The battle between light and dark at this temple would be a slaughter and so would the few weeks before it. So much was coming their way and they had to prepare for it. So much to be done and so many enemies came their way.

Zaraguin would soon arrive and it was essential that he did arrive or their plans would be wasted. They needed to gather their enemies and bring about their end in one great final sweep.

They couldn't risk attacking them separately because of the chance that some would go into hiding. They couldn't let any escape and they had to ensure that nobody knew of their alliance until it was too late to stop it. Cyrus was currently negotiating with some Vampire groups to join their cause. It would be difficult as most Vampires' were good natured by heart.

These days it was hard to come across a corrupt Vampire except for the remaining Vampire Lords. They were the remains of the hierarchy of the Vampire God's rule of this Earth. These days they were classed by power and each had their own specific territory that they resided in.

The one with the largest army, territory and power was classed as the Supreme Vampire Lord.

Shillian currently held that rank and stood vastly apart with the other Vampire Lords across the globe. Each were incredibly powerful in their own right. Each with a vast amount of followers from various races. Only none held as much as Shillian who had plotted for thousands of years to gain such power.

The Vampire Lords held an uneasy stance with each other so it would be hard to convince them to follow him. One would attack the other and annihilate him if given the opportunity. When one had defeated the other, they would absorb their armies and territory into their own. This would give them a higher standing and more power within the ranks of the Vampire Lords. Shillian had always held a high standing among the Vampire Lords due to being one of the original Vampire to exist. Shillian had gained the rank of Supreme Vampire Lord through a large campaign of successful conquest. The fall of the First Vampire had also played a large part of Shillian gaining the rank of Supreme Vampire Lord.

Shillian knelt down and traced his fingers across the marble surface of the Temple floor. The Temple had remained hidden in a deep crevice outside Jump City . The inaccessibility had kept the humans from finding the Temple of the Vampire God. Soon this would become a Shrine to the new God…himself.

Shillian kicked some dirt from his boot and walked up the marble pathway leading to the main building of the Temple . Various sub-structures lay intact around the main Temple building.

The Temple had served as the Fortress of the Vampire God and eventually the place of his resurrection. A cave had formed around various parts of the Temple , but with some modifications that would change. Soon this would become his fortress instead of that Skyscraper he owned. His skyscraper paled in comparison to the size of the Temple of Eternal Darkness .

With modern day technology this could become so much more. It would be their base of operations in which they would be able to strike any place across the globe. Soon the entire world would shake in fear of their approach.

"It will be soon, but first we must ensure that our armies continue to grow," Shillian murmured. "We cannot fail."

Shillian traced his fingers across a marble pillar and silently admired the detail countless slaves had put into it so long ago. Thanks to a small spell he cast, he ensured that the Temple would never fall to wear and tear.

He walked up the marble steps of the Temple that lead up to the main building of the Temple of Eternal Darkness . Shillian was then approached from behind by eight Vampires' in military styled uniforms. He turned around and stood before the Vampires and looked at the lead Vampire straight in the eye.

"How are the preparations coming?" Shillian asked. "We are short on time."

"Everything is on schedule my lord," The Lead Vampire stated. "Shall we alert Cyrus of this development?"

"Of course, no need keep anything from him," Shillian stated. "At least not yet."

"Yes my lord," the Vampire Minion stated. "The Vampire Lord council wish to meet with you."

"I see, you may leave," Shillian answered and his thoughts returned to the issue of keeping things from Cyrus.

A smirk crossed his face and he turned around to the Temple of Eternal Darkness once more. Cyrus may be the First Devil, but he was easily manipulated. The fool didn't even realize that he was being used for another's personal goals. After thousands of years he had refined his skill of manipulation. He had learned as his time as a Vampire that everyone around him were tools and nothing more.

His minions left and Shillian observed the entire Temple that stood around him. It was almost ironic that this was the area of Vego's resurrection and would soon be the arena for the final fight.

(Scene Change)

Bloodlust stood before a small army of his brethren and watched them with a small amount of pride. They had gathered together under his name…all the demon clans in Jump City and willingly joined his cause. Soon the Demon Revelation would begin, but first Nightwing and Shillian had to die.

Nightwing would have to die first so Bloodlust could absorb his power and take it as his own. Only then would he stand a chance against Shillian and rid this Earth of that monster once and for all.

Then a new age would begin, a world run by demons and nobody would be able to stop them with Nightwing and Shillian gone. His demon army would first take Jump City and then they would be able to begin to spread their influence.

His brothers before him followed him in the hopes of a brighter future for all the demons across all realms.

Shillian had betrayed his promise to bring glory back to the Demons…he had lied because he knew that he needed Bloodlust. He needed him as one of the twelve sacrifices to bring back Vego the Vampire God.

"This is our time, now we find Nightwing and you will watch as I take his power as my own!" Bloodlust roared.

The demons before him roared and shook their inhuman fists in the air as they prepared for a war against all other races. This would be their time, once Nightwing fell then their destiny for greatness would be set in stone.

Bloodlust turned round to the empty street of Jump City and they marched down the street with determined looks on their faces. The sounds of the feet hitting the floor echoed throughout the street. Bloodlust then spread his demonic wings and took to the skies. His small army of demon brethren quickly took flight after him. A shadow of winged figures fell across the City of Jump as if a sign of the things to come.

This would either be their moment of triumph or the beginning of their downfall. Only time would tell on how the Demon revolution ends.

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Leo placed the icepack gingerly on his eye and winced from the pain of the swelling around the said area. Leo had to make a note not to piss Lucifer off again because he sure could pack a heavy punch when he wanted.

"You deserved it, you have been taking your stunts a little far lately," Raven said. "Don't you think?"

"Not my fault…I heard this voice saying, play with me," Leo answered. "I just couldn't resist."

Leo then heard sniggering behind him and spun around with an annoyed expression on his face. Both Cyborg and Beastboy were laughing at him and Leo stepped forward with a menacing expression on his face. Nobody made fun of him and got away with it without a good scare.

"Oh, you think this is funny, do you?" Leo stated. "I may not be able to drink your blood, but I can still hurt you."

Beastboy gulped and Cyborg whistled an innocent tune.

"Dude, it was Cyborg's idea not mine, really!" Beastboy stammered and Leo merely cocked an eyebrow.

Cyborg then decided to turn a menacing eye onto the green jokester. Beastboy felt a trickle of nervous sweat go down the back of his head when he spotted Cyborg's menacing glance. Right now he guessed he had only over five seconds to decide to tempt the fates or turn tail and run.

"Oh, so you think this is funny, do you? Wait till I get my hands on you," Cyborg growled and Beastboy disappeared in a cloud of dust.

Apparently Beastboy had chosen the final option to do an imitation of his famous roadrunner act.

It wasn't long before Cyborg took chase after the green changeling and Leo once again leaned back in his chair with a smirk on his face. Raven cocked an eyebrow at the satisfied grin on his face and shook her head. Raven could guess why he had that grin on his face and Lucifer decided to enter the commons room. It seemed he had seen Cyborg chasing after Beastboy.

"Those two crack me up," Leo stated with a grin on his face. "They certainly make things more interesting around here."

"I'm just glad they're not as bad as you are," Lucifer shot back and Leo smirked and turned his attention back to the television.

Raven looked at the two immortals and remembered when things had seemed much darker. How they had watched Leo die at the hands of the Shadow Vampires. Yet now here they were, just joking around as if nothing had ever happened. It was unsettling that so much could change in such a short time.

"So how's the head?" Raven asked. "Feeling any better since last time?"

"Oh yes its fine, it's not like its everyday I get shot in the head," Lucifer muttered and shot a glare at Leo.

"Well, maybe that'll teach you not to sneak up on a guy with a gun," Leo shot back with a grin on his face.

"And I had to put up with this for centuries, consider yourself lucky," Lucifer muttered to Raven and sat down on the sofa.

Raven cocked an eyebrow and watched as Leo shot a glare at Lucifer. Things had calmed down considerably since the defeat of Vego. There were still the occasional incidents, but nowhere near the level of chaos that the Prophecy had brought upon them.

Shillian was on the loose, but this time he didn't have a legion of allies behind him as he had turned on them during the final hours of the prophecy.

All his allies like Bloodlust, Darkness and Blackfire had been used as tools to bring back the Vampire God. There had been reports that Nightwing had been spotted, but no actual confirmation of any kind. They were rumours and until proven that would be how they would remain.

Right now their main problem was Shillian since it had become obvious that he was up to something. Plus with the reports of the deaths of all city officials it all seemed to coincidental to not be planned by Shillian. A massive manhunt was underway, but the police refused to believe that Shillian had been behind this incident. They just thought it was another minor criminal trying to make a name for himself.

Only the Titans and allies knew better. It was Shillian and he definitely had something planned for the world.

It was he who had assassinated the City officials, but for what reason was still unclear as of yet. He had used a gun to make it look like someone else had done it, but nobody else in the City had the kind of power to pull off a stunt like that. Only weeks after the Vampire God incident and he already had something planned for the world and what lay beyond it.

"Wonder if the police will ever make the connection between Shillian and the City official's deaths," Raven muttered.

"Not likely, we tried to tell them, but they told us to butt out and let them do their jobs, remember?" Lucifer stated. Cyborg muttered an obscenity about the police when he entered the commons room. Apparently he had tried to talk to the police again, but they had downright ignored him and told him to leave it to the professionals.

"Professionals, ha! All they do is eat donuts all day," Cyborg muttered and sat down on the sofa next the Lucifer.

"Best ignore them, cops are used to small-time people, if it really was Shillian there would be nothing they could do," Lucifer added.

"I remember the time when we had an advantage in strength," Raven stated. "Around the time you first joined us, remember?"

"I remember," Lucifer answered. "Back then the worst we had to worry about was Vladimus and I was stronger than him back then.

"You were stronger than Nightwing back then as well," Cyborg stated. "Now look, he's one of the strongest around and is currently missing."

"He'll come back," Raven stated in a confident tone. "When we need him the most he will return."

(Scene Change)

"So why is it that you have called us together for the first meeting in nearly four thousand years?" a Vampire by the name Lord Yui asked.

Shillian smirked behind his clasped fingers at the twelve Vampire Lords before them. All of them had been hiding in the shadows for thousands of years after Vego had been defeated during the Vampire Wars. They had been his greatest Generals and the council of the Vampires.

That was until the majority of the Vampire race joined the Underworld system which unites all the races. These Vampire Lords all had great power and were older than Vladimus himself.

Lord Yui was probably the most influential of the Vampire Lords and had gained the rank of Supreme Vampire Lord. It happened when Vladimus was defeated by the Underworld armies over two centuries ago. Only when Shillian had returned he lost the top position.

"I have called us together because we have lost our place in the world," Shillian answered calmly. "It is time to retake what is rightfully ours."

"Vego tried this before and failed!" A Vampire Lord hissed. "What makes you any different?"

"Well, my plans will not fail," Shillian stated. "Vego overestimated himself, but my plans are already going as foreseen."

"Maybe so, but what you propose is risky," Lord Yui stated. "With this plot we risk worldwide exposure."

"We used to rule this world as gods!" Shillian roared. "Now we're making back alley deals with our own food."

"We're surviving…unlike the old order which Vego used," another Vampire Lord stated coldly. Shillian smirked and got up from his seat and stood before the twelve Vampire Lords. The remnants of the old empire that Vego himself had created. Shillian felt a twinge of disgust at what they had become. They used to rule the world and the humans had worshipped them in the millions as gods.

"What I propose is that we become the rulers of the planet once more" Shillian stated with a grin on his face.

"We tried to take this planet by force once and it failed!" a Vampire Lord hissed and Shillian merely smirked.

"Yes, but this time we shall not take it by force," Shillian calmly answered. "But by manipulation of our enemies and government."

"Interesting idea. But how can you be sure that something this complex could ever possibly work," a Vampire Lord stated. Shillian brushed a loose strand of hair from his eyes and a sadistic smirk soon crossed his face. He got up from his throne and folded his pitch black wings around his body like a cloak of sorts. The other Vampire Lords watched and felt the true depth of his power and fear came to their faces. He may not be as strong as Vego himself, but he was easily the most powerful Vampire to ever exist.

"You may have power Shillian, but to win a war you need more than just power," Lord Yui stated coldly.

"My plans are already in motion," Shillian stated. "The city officials of Jump are dead which gives me room to work behind the scenes."

"So you were the one that assassinated them…an intriguing plan, but if Vego failed what makes you sure you'll succeed?" Lord Yui asked. Shillian turned to the most powerful Vampire Lord besides himself and a grin spread across his face. Lord Yui held Shillian's gaze with unwavering eyes showing that he did not fear him.

"Because I have seen the future," Shillian answered. "And it shall be our future where we are worshipped as gods."

The Vampire Gods spoke quietly amongst themselves and Shillian turned his gaze to his underlings behind him. He waved his hand at them and they nodded…leaving the room unnoticed.

"Now gentlemen, do I have your support in this great final crusade?" Shillian asked and unfolded the wings from around his body.

"You have my support," Lord Yui stated calmly and leaned back in his own throne. "Only I cannot speak for all of us."

Slowly one by one the entire Vampire Lord council agreed to Shillian's plans and another phase of his plan was complete. Now he could easily build up a great army without detection from the Underworld or Titans. Not that they would be able to stop him and now it would only be a matter or time.

(Scene Change)

After two days their training was almost complete and they had already improved greatly. They had learned new techniques and how to keep use their inner will to keep fighting even after a heavy beating. That technique would be useful against Shillian, but the technique still had its limits.

Some of the techniques had also been pretty painful to go through. They only had a weeks training left and they had already learned so much. Eve occasionally trained separately from the rest though. She was used to a life of solitude and maintained a certain distance from the rest of them. Nightwing had used to do that when he was a member of the Titans.

John watched as Nightwing meditated in the harsh snow storm. John had shown Nightwing techniques that trained the body and mind, but he would not be able to teach them spirit. He had taught Nightwing a mixture of Kickboxing, Muay Thai and Tae Kwon Do which Nightwing already had some experience with.

Eve appeared besides John, but he didn't even lift an eyebrow at her very sudden appearance.

"There's something different about him isn't there? Something almost otherworldly about him," Eve stated.

"Yes, I don't know what it is, but it might explain how he has lived through such a harsh life," John answered calmly.

"I might know the answer as only those born of divinity know of many secrets that are long forgotten," Eve added. John merely cocked an eyebrow and watched as the snow and hail began to pelt down even harder than before. It was that moment that Marcus and Alex decided to take shelter, but Nightwing never moved. John had lived on this mountain for nearly fifteen years so he had time to get used to the weather.

Only Nightwing seemed to be able to handle such extreme weathers as if he had dealt with them all his life. His team knew he was disciplined, but weather like that was enough to kill a man.

A burden on such a young man, fate had been very cruel to Nightwing and had dealt him a bad hand since he was a child. The murder of his parents and then being taken in by Slade who happened to be his uncle. Enduring the torture that Slade put him through only to end up being thrown off a cliff with only an ounce of life left. Being taken in by Bruce Wayne off the streets where the two never got on.

Eventually leading to Nightwing going off on his own since he and Batman were always clashing. So in Nightwing's twenty years of life he had suffered more than most men on the face of this Earth.

Eve remembered the only time she had confronted Nightwing which had taken place in the final days of the prophecy. She had confronted him and Alex in an old rundown library in Venice .

They had fought and Nightwing had managed to match her blow for blow. She had beaten back Alex easily, but had dispatched her squad of demons. For a human Alex was extraordinary. From what she heard Nightwing had almost been superhuman before he had been turned to a Vampire.

"Night will soon be approaching," John stated calmly. "You have a long day ahead of you tomorrow, you should rest."

Jinx, Marcus and Alex headed off to bed after John mentioned that, but Eve remained by John's side. Michael walked up to them and quickly took notice of Nightwing who sat in the freezing snow storm with his legs crossed. A determined and focused look on his face that seemed unbreakable.

Michael felt the blood call as he glanced at Nightwing, but quickly ignored it. The urge to fight him subsided as the urge to become the last of his bloodline disappeared. Nothing good would come of fighting Nightwing at the moment. Their final fight to the finish could wait until much later. Right now both of them were needed to end this threat that consisted of Shillian and Cyrus.

"I take it he's been there for a while," Michael stated and folded his arms over his muscular torso.

"Yes, hopefully he ends his meditation soon as I feel the storm is only going to get worse," John answered.

Michael frowned and felt the cold reaching his skin. It was enough to freeze someone within an hour given the temperatures continuing drop. He returned his gaze to Eve and she merely shrugged and entered the snow covered house. Michael turned his gaze back to Nightwing who then opened his eyes. The look in his eyes meant that something was bothering him, but what could it be?

Nightwing climbed to his feet and turned his attention to something in the sky that only could see. Michael looked to where Nightwing was gazing, but could see nothing through the blinding sheet of snow that continued to fall.

It was then that a large group of winged creatures fell from the sky, landing gracefully on their feet. Michael stepped back in shock, but John didn't even raise an eyebrow in alarm at what had happened.

The lead demon stepped forward and his scaled skin convulsed and began reshaping itself. From a pitch scaled black to a fleshy grey colour. The tendrils on the head disappeared and pitch black hair slowly took its place. Fanged teeth became a slightly more human shape. The scaled skin of his body became black clothing and a black trench coat draped itself around his body.

The final demonic features disappeared to be replaced with human features and the end result was someone who looked almost identical to Nightwing.

"Hello, Nightwing. I bet you didn't think you'd be seeing me again?" the Demonic Clone stated. "Proved you wrong huh?"

"Bloodlust, I see you haven't changed," Nightwing said. "Although your strength certainly has increased."

"I'm a part of you Nightwing," Bloodlust stated. "So when you grow stronger I will as well."

Nightwing smirked and Bloodlust grinned. Nightwing folded his arms over his torso and watched Bloodlust with an unwavering gaze. Nightwing had dealt with Bloodlust before and he would do so this time as well.

"I was created from your darkness, but I was only copied from your evil…I am just a demon linked to you," Bloodlust stated.

"I see so you want to destroy that link by killing me," Nightwing added and unfolded his arms.

"More than just that, Nightwing," Bloodlust stated. "Once I kill you…I will absorb your power and become unstoppable."

"So that's why you want me dead, because I hold you back from your future," Nightwing mumbled and Bloodlust grinned.

"Not only that, but when you die I will no longer be a mere shadow of you, but I will become complete," Bloodlust finished.

"You can't defeat me Bloodlust," Nightwing stated. "You may have the power, but you don't you need heart to fight me."

"We'll see if there is any truth in your words," Bloodlust answered as he entered a defensive stance. Nightwing smirked and entered his own defensive stance as the snow and hail began to fall ever harder. Bloodlust then moved forward with a sidekick, but Nightwing dodged it and sent out a quick jab. Bloodlust blocked the jab and attacked with a lightning fast spin kick.

The kick connected, but Nightwing grabbed the foot after it hit. He then spun the leg which sent Bloodlust off balance and attacked with several quick jabs.

Bloodlust stepped back sent a ball of crimson energy at Nightwing, but he quickly flipped out of the way.

Nightwing then did a leaping side kick, but Bloodlust stepped out of the way of the attack with ease. The two fighters then quickly exchanged blows that moved at a pace that the eye could not see.

Nightwing kneed his clone in the stomach and Bloodlust quickly stepped back and smashed his fist into Nightwing's face. Nightwing stepped back and Bloodlust moved forward and attacked with several lightning fast punches. Nightwing blocked them and countered with a Hell Axel kick.

Bloodlust ducked beneath it and swept his leg out, but Nightwing flipped back avoiding the sweep. Nightwing then sent out crimson lightning that struck Bloodlust right in the torso. Nightwing smirked and moved forward with a leaping spin kick, but Bloodlust ducked the attack.

Nightwing continued with a roundhouse that connected across Bloodlust's face and then sent him stumbling back. Nightwing moved forward and threw several punches, but Bloodlust quickly dodged them. He then pounded his fists into Nightwing's chest until he heard the sound of ribs breaking.

Bloodlust then knocked Nightwing down to the floor with a powerful spin kick across the face.

Michael then ran up to the fallen Nightwing only to be pushed back. Nightwing turned to Michael with a dark look on his face.

"Stay out of this, Michael, this is my fight and none of you are to interrupt!" Nightwing snarled. He turned back to Bloodlust and the two quickly began to exchange blows again. John watched with calm eyes and Michael quickly saw the rest of the team run out onto the porch due to all the noise.

Nightwing ducked a hook punch and attacked with two blows to the stomach and finished with one to the face. Bloodlust stepped back and Nightwing finished up with a spinning back kick which knocked Bloodlust to the ground.

Bloodlust grinned and quickly climbed to his feet. He remembered the last time they had fought which seemed so long ago. It was right before Voga's fortress rose from the ground seemingly out of nowhere. A time when he was still allied with others like Shillian and Darkness. Only in the end it turned out Shillian had been using them all right up until the end.

Bloodlust attacked with two side kicks, but Nightwing blocked them both. Bloodlust then punched Nightwing across the face. Nightwing then grabbed his fist and threw him to the ground. Bloodlust then pushed his legs up kicking Nightwing right in the face. Nightwing stepped back and Bloodlust flipped to his feet.

Nightwing swung his fist at Bloodlust, but he ducked it and with a quick jump kick knocking Nightwing back.

Bloodlust did a roundhouse, but Nightwing grabbed the kick and punched Bloodlust in the face. He then jumped up and his knee connected with Bloodlust's nose. The crunch of broken bone could be heard and Nightwing stepped back.

Bloodlust's nose was definitely tilted to the left now and Bloodlust twisted his nose back into position as the crunching sound of healing bone could be heard. Bloodlust grinned and jumped forward as claws erupted from his fingers. Nightwing dodged the wild swings until one ended up leaving a nasty gash across his face. The gash quickly healed as Nightwing wiped away the blood.

He dodged more of the deadly swings and quickly took an open and hook punched Bloodlust in the ribs as hard as he could. Bloodlust knelt forward and Nightwing used a thrust kick which connected with Bloodlust's face.

He was sent keeling back and quickly climbed to his feet. Bloodlust leapt forward and thrust his leg out while in the air. The kick connected and Nightwing stepped back from the force of the blow.

Bloodlust continued with a spin kick which connected across Nightwing's face. Bloodlust threw another kick, but Nightwing quickly blocked it and sent another blow to Bloodlust's ribs.

Nightwing continued with a spin kick that sent Bloodlust spinning to the ground. Bloodlust's eyes flashed a crimson colour and he rose slowly to his feet. He sent a shockwave of energy that sliced its way towards Nightwing. Nightwing quickly rolled out of the way of the attack and hopped to his feet.

Demonic wings burst from Bloodlust's back and he sent another shockwave of energy at Nightwing.

Bloodlust gathered his energy and sent a bolt of demonic energy at Nightwing which sent him crashing to the snow.

"I will take your power, Nightwing, and there is nothing you can do to stop me!" Bloodlust snarled menacingly.

Nightwing climbed to his feet as Bloodlust continued to revert to his Demon form. Nightwing stepped back and began thinking of a way to get closer. At this rate Bloodlust would overpower him unless he managed to get closer. Nightwing sent a bolt of crimson lightning at Bloodlust, but a wave of energy quickly dispersed it.

"Pathetic. And to think that it was you who defeated the Vampire God," Bloodlust stated and began to focus his power.

"Fuck, Nightwing's in trouble, we have to help him!" Marcus called out as the others watched as the fight continued.

"No, this is his battle and he must continue this himself," John answered and turned to the others.

"He's right, Nightwing has the potential to win this fight so we must let Nightwing win his own battles," Michael stated.

Nightwing rolled out of the way of another shock of energy and shot a crimson beam of energy from his mouth. Bloodlust stepped to the side and the crimson energy merely shot past him.

Nightwing drew more strength to himself and moved forward with inhuman speed. Another shockwave of energy approached him, but he quickly dodged to the side. He then took out a knife hidden in his trousers and flung it at his demonic clone. The knife embedded itself in Bloodlust's torso.

Nightwing quickly shot forward as Bloodlust reached for the knife. Nightwing quickly grabbed the knife and twisted it out. Bloodlust hissed in pain and fell to his knees. Nightwing grabbed Bloodlust by the neck and with a powerful twist the sound of torn flesh reached his ears.

The headless body of Bloodlust fell to the ground as black blood spilled out from the headless body. Nightwing dropped the head and turned his attention to the rest of the demons surrounding him.

"I'd leave now unless you want to end up like your friend here," Nightwing muttered and the demons quickly took flight.

The demon revolution had ended with the death of its leader and Nightwing watched as the body of his clone disappeared. Turning into nothing but black smoke and flew back into Nightwing. The essence that had made Bloodlust a part of Nightwing had been returned.

Nightwing felt the same, no power of any kind. Perhaps what Bloodlust stated would only have worked for him and not the other way around. Either way with Bloodlust gone he had less to worry about now.

(Scene Change)

Vladimus watched over the excavation sight with a barely contained anticipation. Soon they would reach the tomb of one of the deadliest warriors in the world and then their time on this world would truly begin.

Shillian would fall to this warrior and then they would be able to pave the way forward for their master. The Demon God Zaraguin would eventually be upon them with an army of demons following their cause. The Demon Revolution would truly begin and no longer would the demons be outcast from all existence.

"Soon we shall pave the way for a new age with the death of Shillian and all that follow his cause," Vladimus stated.

Virgil watched from afar as Vladimus talked to himself and wondered how he had gotten so involved in this web of lies. Either way his goals lied with Vladimus's success which is why he had turned against his own people.

He remembered this warrior that Vladimus mentioned from ancient legends. About an ancient warrior that carved a path of destruction as slaughter during the first Vampire War which Vego had won over fifteen thousand years ago. Nobody knew how he disappeared, but that was the time that Shillian rose to power and lead his forces to victory against all odds.

Virgil had a vague idea of who this warrior might be but only time would tell whether his instincts had been correct.

Either way they would be bringing back an ancient power to deal with Shillian. With that ancient power a new path of destruction would begin if this power was left uncontrolled.

To Be Continued.

Next Chapter: Project New Genesis

Authors Notes: Sorry this chapter took so long, but I am a little discouraged by the lack of reviews for the last chapter. So if you want me to start sending the chapters in faster then please read and review. Expect a few new surprises in the next chapter and who is this ancient warrior and how is he connected with Shillian.

If you want to find then keep reading and send in those reviews. Anyway, that's all from me for now and send in those reviews. Later all, Kylefighter1.