The group of solar gunners were united in feeling cheated. The Pile Driver had been doing its job despite severe limitations and running on borrowed sunlight. The war of attrition vs the darkness of the Vanargand Sword abruptly ended. They ran out of dairy products and energy potions. It was anti-climatic. One second, they had been all working as a perfect team in the middle of purification then the next second, silence. (There wasn't even the scooting of a coffin trying to sneak off. The sword remained perfectly still.)
Speaking of Django, he was glaring back up at the battleship parked in the way of the sun.
They'd been very close to finishing off the purification. The Casket Armor used by the Immortal had barely finished vaporizing. It had been natural instinct to keep the Pile Driver going first, worry about the consequences later. Lucian would have been mad about the vaporization of the Vanargand but Django seemed like he would run off with the sword and find a way to purify it himself if he had to. Having someone's dead brother trapped inside a sword merged with a bunch of dark matter from the Beast of Destruction was grim stuff.
Django looked questioningly at Aaron. Aaron shook his head and asked, "Soooo no one has any dairy products? No fruit?"
Soothing Guildswoman checked her bag again, just in case. "I gave you my last yogurt ."
Aaron asked, "Can a bat fly up there, do you think?"
Django guessed at the distance. "I can't fly that quickly..."
The Guildsman did a double take and looked at Django, "Who, wait, where did you come from?!"
Kay sighed, "That's Django. He's been here the entire time."
"He's the vampire we came with?"
Everyone shut up as the battleship in the way of the sun lurched. A smaller combat spaceship robot which Django would have recognized if he was sporting binoculars slammed into the side of the sunshade. Other combat ships had broken through and removed the blockage.
Did it have to be Dumas coming to our rescue?, thought more than one person.
The Pile Driver started anew.
It was less of a war of attrition with direct sunlight available and more akin to fighting Duneyrr in a volcano. The darkness whittled away until nothing was left but the hilt of Vanargand. The massive form of the Beast was gone now replaced by a humanoid shape.
"It was lunacy to hope that you, the brother I killed, would come. I became one with Vanargand. There was no hope, no one to save me..."
Django stopped to look at the remaining mass of dark matter.
"All this time and you came to save me."
Django faced the transparent form of his twin. He could not speak. Pleas and apologies died in his throat.
"My body is gone but, like Mother and Father, my spirit will watch over you. Keep fighting, Django."
The image of Sabata turned to look at Lucian. Lucian had an eyebrow raised. Was this guy going to ask him to look after his little brother? Lucian would have to refuse that since he had Django on his list of people to kill.
Sabata had a wicked grin. "Lucian... throw Django in the fountain over there, will you?"
Lucian smirked. "Sure." He could do that before killing off Django. It was the least the Dark Swordsman could do for a Dark Boy who had been used as a pawn of the vampires.
With that, the last of the sword evaporated. The Pile Driver, sensing the work was complete, shut down. Sabata died.
Django, in his grief, did not see Lucian creeping up on him from behind. Earnest looked at Lucian. "Wait, seriously? You're actually going to honor his last wish?" Django looked up and realized that yes, there was a Lucian coming to get him.
Kay facepalmed as Lucian ran after Django.
"Don't kill Django! He's my friend!," Toasty yelled. No one put away their weapons yet. The Immortal was not confirmed dead yet.
The group of earthlings trekked back to the teleporter which the Silvery White Knight had activated for them. Lucian, when complying with Sabata's last request, found there was an unexpected, yet logical bonus to tossing Django in a city fountain.
As it turned out, Django now had hydrophobia. It was logical that someone who had spent a long time a vampire would have it. He was used to scary situations, so the phobia was not crippling but it was still very much a phobia.
Django mostly had stopped his internal screaming. He was determined not to think of the water. He didn't have the sheer terror of sunlight that most vampires would naturally have and still thought of the sun as his friend. He gravitated towards sunny paths. It was a pity Django had not kept such a mindset for water.
Lucian had, after much pleading from Aaron and Toasty, deigned to let Django live for now. If Django actually had been (willingly) working with Dumas there was nothing which would have stopped Lucian from decapitating the Solar Boy. Django's insistence that he was not working with the vampire that had rescued him would have been unbelievable in normal circumstances. Lucian had no Pile Driver to work with at present and made no promise other than that he would let him live until one was accessible.
For now, Lucian settled for taking all of Django's bladed weaponry for himself. Django suspected he was not getting it back. Given that he'd vaporized Lucian's favorite tool of vengeance, he could hardly object. Even without that reason he simply felt to exhausted to argue right now.
Earnest looked at the teleporter then back to the group. Kay, Carmilla, Lucian, Aaron, the generic Guild members, and all the terrenials were ready to go back... wait. Where was Django? The group had been keeping careful track of each other since everyone knew what Polidori had pulled. Chances were, this Immortal would be similarly annoying and they had not confirmed a death.
Darn it, thought Earnest when he saw the Immortal teleporting away from Lucian's swing. The arc of the broadsword hit Django instead of the moving Immortal. Django gasped. He disappeared too.
Tolstoy the Immortal had Django in his telepathic grip. He'd been spying on them, of course. Lucian's sword swing missed the Immortal and almost decapitated Django. Tolstoy knew he could not use Django as a hostage when Lucian was involved."Hmmmm. This will do. What better person is there to use than the brother of the last sacrifice? I must thank you." He decided to pretend he was not running away scared as he made his getaway. At least the gunners were avoiding hurting Django.
Aaron said, "Not again! We won't let you take him!"
Tolstoy smiled at the powerless humans as he lifted the limp vampire in the air. "Unsealing the Eternal Beast of Destruction was proving to be impossible with Lucian as the sacrifice. How was I supposed to know the Lunar Knight that defeated Polidori wasn't the kind of Lunar Child needed?" Tolstoy's smug laugh made Aaron's blood boil with anger. "Now, with the sword Vanargand and this Lunar Child, we can use the sword's namesake as our new planet destroyer..."
The aura of Tolstoy's telepathy choked Django as he tried to speak. "...k uh lll..."
"What was that? Did you have some last words for your allies? Some expression of regret?"
"...Ook ow uh lnnnn..."
"Enunciate, boy."
Django finally was able to say it. "I took out a loan."
Tolstoy was visibly confused. "...What? That's what you choose for your last words?"
"Repayment is due now."
"No wonder Polidori didn't use you in the construction of his new body. You are insane, even by this planet's standards."
A loan shark in a red dress appeared. She had a bright smile and a paper contract in hand. "You must pay what you owe, Django." Doomy vanished with her delinquent borrower before Tolstoy could say a thing.
Tolstoy was left with empty space where the prized sacrifice had been. The final boss, protagonists, and supporting characters left behind stared. They never thought they would see someone happy to have Doomy come for them. Master Otenko muttered something about how Solar Boys never listened.
Tolstoy lost the boss fight.
Notes: I never actually beat Boktai 3. I mean, I skimmed a Youtube playthrough of it? I hope the dialogue is cheesy enough.