The Blue Danube was being played in the grand ballroom of Howard Castle. Men were leading their partners, beautiful young women who wore nice dresses through the hall. The seams of their dresses flared up when the men twirled their partner. Amongst the dancers, a young man with untamed raven black hair, which made him stand out from the other men. His captivating emerald eyes lighted up with life and amusement as they gazed in the eyes of his partner. In his arms, a young woman giggled while a faint blush spread over her cheeks. Her eyes were a warm ice-blue, her long dark hair flowed down her back and was done in two pigtails and she wore a long pink dress with white frills. The young woman's large chest was barely contained in her dress and with every breath she took, her breasts stretched her dress to their max capacity. "Is the dance to your liking, Lord Peverell?" Asked the woman as she followed his lead over the dancefloor.
"I do enjoy our time together, Lady Leviathan." Responded the man with an amused smile and guided her movement. He couldn't help to chuckle at the surprised look that flashed for a moment over her face. "Don't be so surprised, I knew immediately who you were when you asked to dance with me." He twirled her away from him, their hands still connected before pulling her back, she landed into his arms, her back resting against his firm chest. She turned her head slightly, letting them rest against his shoulder and the man lowered his head slightly to her ear. "You have suppressed your Magic the best you could, little Satan. And for anyone else that tried to read your magic, you would have succeeded in passing as a normal human, although a beautiful one." Harry answered her unasked question. "I was there with all the major conflicts between your respective factions and became familiar with how your kind Magic feels."
They swayed gently to the rhythm of the music. "You surprised me Lord Peverell." She said lightly and tilted her head to smile up at him. "I've heard stories about you and your deeds. All of the stories aren't kind and do paint you like some unhinged man, yet I find myself here dancing with you in the company of mortals."
She twirled away from him again and then back to him, her chest this time pressing against his firm front. The young woman tilted her head up slightly, just to look into his eyes and smiled at him again. "After having spent my time amongst mortals, I sometimes desire to speak with someone from the other side." A giggle escaped her and she was then dipped, which showed her deep cleavage to the other dancers before she was pulled back. "And spending time with a beautiful and intelligent young woman like you is not something I won't say no to."
"You flatter me," giggled the satan class Devil. "For your kind words, you deserve a reward." She put up a playful questionable expression before her eyes sparkled with amusement. "I know a just reward, I give you my name...Serafall," the young Devil then rested her head against his chest and her lips curled up in a smile.
Harry chuckled kindly. "A pleasure to be acquainted with you Serafall, please call me Harry." said the immortal as he guided Serafall over the dancefloor and past a few dancing couples. By the time they had reached the edge of the dancefloor the music band played the song's last notes that drifted up into the air. He guided her towards the door that led towards the balconies of the castle. On the way, Harry grabbed two crystal glasses from a servant in one hand and at the door, he pushed with his other hand the door open. "After you, Serafall." Harry was rewarded with a giggle when she passed him and stepped onto the balcony.
Serafall rests her hand on the broad stone handrail of the balcony and looks out over the town below the castle. "I had a wonderful evening with you, Harry, but that has probably come to an end...now that you have led me to a desolate place." She said with a soft voice. The Satan class Devil could feel the man taking a position besides her and then the light reflected from the crystal glass that he offered her. Serafall accepted the offer and brought the edge of the glass to her lips, sampling the red wine. "I've heard stories about you. Not all of them are good, most of them make you some kind of boogieman for Devil's kind."
"My relationship between your people and I aren't on the best of terms. Many of the ruling houses of the seventy-two pillars blames me for the loss of their wars, but in truth, Yahweh, together with the Four Satans and Azrael and their people used their war to eradicate other religions and other living lifeforms. The leader of the Biblical faction, Yahweh wanted humankind to dominate Earth, which was supported by his Angels, those that had Fallen wanted the Supernatural world to flourish, no longer hiding while Devilkind wanted to dominate all others." Harry told her. "Nevertheless, in war...those that started the war managed to involve other religions and collaborate damage by murdering innocents." His emerald eyes became colder and the wine in his glass froze. "When they started to kill innocents, I stepped in and you know what happened next."
"We lost the Four Satans and the Angels lost their leader. Only Azazel managed to survive because he didn't participate that day." Her eyes were now downcast, her mind returning to the start of the Devils first civil war. "The Civil War broke out and for eight hundred years we fought. We lost many Pillars and at the end of the war, my friends and I managed to bring peace back to our people." Serafall's voice grew stronger and she looked up, her eyes connected with his. "Under our reign, we pushed new laws, kinder and better for our people. Ajuka even invented a way to replenish our lost numbers."
"By the use of the Evil Pieces, I know and let me guess, you want me to join your peerage?" Harry commented once they came to the real topic of their conversations. "You do know that many of your kind have tried to make me their slave, believing themselves my superior...something I find laughable because they are anything but."
Serafall nods her head. "I know about my people and their superior complex and I like to apologize for the bad view they cast upon the New Devil Faction." She turned and bowed her head. Serafall expected a laugh, a cruel one, instead she felt fingers gently grabbing her chin and bringing her back up.
"There is no need to apologize for them but I appreciate the gesture." Harry told her and smiled gently at her. He then released her chin and used magic to defrost his drink and brought the red wine to his lips, tasting the drink. "I know that you have come with the intention to add me to your peerage and unlike your people, who rudely demand and try to force me to join them...you tried to recruit me in a kinder way. I'm willing to hear your recruiting speech."
Serafall blinked a few times with her eyes, fluttering with her eyelashes at his unexpected request. The female Satan knew that Devils use many roads to get what they want. In the past her people used bribery to force people into their peerage, or they used a well organized incident and they were then later resurrected by that Devil. Devils of the Modern age, after the civil war, her people still use that same mechanism, however it's less extreme. Her people discovered that they could gather humans with special abilities, youkais and other mythical creatures into their peerage. They get turned and benefit by becoming a Devil, their lifeforce increases, a more durable body and an increase in Magic and Power.
Many of her people abused the peerage system, causing their own downfall and the half-devils are going wild on a rampage. A few hundred years ago, a small civil war happened when a huge number of new Devils rebelled, however they were stopped by the Satans. Since then, a new law was pushed through to take better care of your peerage. They got rights and a much better life. They could work their way up the social ladder and achieve a higher rank. This gave birth to the Low-Class Devil and High-Class Devil system and the Low Class Devils could achieve a higher class level.
Her mind worked quickly, knowing what would happen if she decided to deceive the most dangerous creature on the planet. "Like you know, I came to see you and tried my hand to get you to join my peerage. I would have said that you gain immortality, but that is a moot point, plus you are already way too powerful. So I came with a different offer...I, the Great Serafall Sama will woo you into my peerage and make you my husband!"
This time it was Harry's turn to blink with his eyes at this unexpected twist. For a moment the man didn't know how to reply to her request. "You...want me to become your husband?"
"Yes! Isn't that a great idea! I'm brilliant!" She chirped and grasped his arm and placed them in the valley of her breasts. "We'll be equal in status! And I can feed you a lot of strawberries that are dipped in cream." Serafall laughed and rested her head against the man's chest and closed her eyes.
Thomas smiled kindly at a group of children that stumbled one by one out of the fireplace. This brought a twinkle to the innkeeper. And with a wide toothy smile, Thomas spoke. "Welcome young Wizards and Witches in my humble inn, the Leaky Cauldron. I believe you are here to shop for your first year at Hogwarts?"
"We do, sir." A young girl muttered shyly.
The owner of the Leaky Cauldron only smiled widely upon hearing the shy response. "I'm no sir, just Thomas and if you please want to follow me to the back of my inn, then I will show you the entrance to Diagon Alley." Thomas stepped away from the bar counter and motioned with his hands towards the children to follow him. They stepped through a small door that led towards a small private square. He tapped the necessary bricks and then something amazing happened.
First, nothing happened and before the children could say something. The bricks started to shift and then an archway appeared and beyond the entrance they could say lines of stores. Oooh and aaah were heard from them and with childish cheers they ran towards the stores. Thomas smiled, he could understand the magic of Diagon Alley and with a kind laughter he returned to his inn. Once inside, he made his way back to his usual spot, only for three people stepping over the threshold who looked way out of the norm, even for them. Because they were one of the most beautiful the innkeeper had ever seen, and that is someone who had seen a lot of Veela once at his establishment.
Thomas couldn't help but appreciate the young woman with short spiky blonde bleached hair who wore a female version of the Muggle's police uniform. The uniform hugged her body like a second skin, accentureren her womanly gifts. Large breasts, firm and round and didn't leave a lot to the imagination and a thin waist that flared out into wide child birthing hips and ended up in long, strong legs. She looks like a cute but extremely sexy girl next door that every boy in the neighbourhood has a crush on. At first Thomas believed that she was a muggle but if she could step in her establishment then she must be on their side of the world. If not...then the girl standing next to her really hammered in that they didn't belong to the non-Magical part.
If the first girl made you believe that she is an extremely sexy girl next door then her friend will cause every man to cheat on their girlfriend or wife. The second girl had long raven black pig tails that ran down her back. She wears a long pink dress that has a deep decollete that accentuates her large pairs that looked two times larger than that of her friends. Just like her friend, she has the curves and slim waist that flared up into wide hips. Her long legs were hidden by her long dress but Thomas could only imagine how long they were and how many men and lords would try to make these breathtaking women their own, only if they managed to get past the cold and tall man that accompanied them.
Thomas gulped at seeing this intimidating young man, who easily towered over all other men with his 6'6. Wild and unkempt spiky hair framed his elegant and aristocratic face, but it were his crimson eyes that brought shivers down his spine. The man wore a charcoal suit, leather riding boots and an intricately knotted red cravat that is covered by a full-length crimson frock overcoat with a cape. Deep Crimson eyes took in the whole room and when they slid over Thomas, a cold chill ran down his spine. "Good afternoon Thomas, please don't mind us. We are just passing through on our way to Diagon Alley." His voice was soft and velvet, yet it didn't deter the feeling of danger from the innkeeper.
"Of course sir, please do have a nice afternoon." Replied Thomas and he and his fellow men watched the trio of extraordinary people moving through the inn, moving around the tables before stepping over the threshold that led to the entrance of Diagon Alley. Once the innkeeper was sure that they were out of hearing range, the others could hear him muttering softly. "That is one lucky sod, having two beautiful women at each arm." An agreeing cheer rose up at the inn from the men, unknowingly that they were heard by the trio.
Seras and Serafall watched in amazement how the wall shifted, brick by brick it turned until it transformed from a plain wall into a beautiful archway. Behind the archway, a bustling street full of witches and wizards while on both sides, a line of shops stretched out. "This is amazing," came the bubbly voice of the devil. "I never thought that there were humans with the abilities to wield magic despite what the All Mighty bestowed upon them."
"Despite being a Devil, you still believe that Heaven's Leader was the only one that could create miracles." Commented Harry while guiding his companions down the street. "While their Leader may have bestowed his stolen blessings on mundane humans, other Gods from different Pantheons have created their own humans and beings in their image. We have Wizards and Witches, Sorcerer and Sorceress and they are mostly descendants of Hecate and her fellow Gods and Goddess that wield the Arcana."
Serafall gazed out over the many gathered Witches and Wizards while watching them with an amazed look."While that is true, I never thought that there were so many that don't rely on the Lord's blessings."
"The Lord is overhyped in what he can do and his miracles are exaggerated by the non-magical mortals. For example...The Exodus would almost be impossible with how many Gods the Egyptian Pantheon has, however at the time when Yahweh attempted to rescue the Israeliers. His Angels had baited Osiris to the Red Lands and were the cause of the battle between Seth and Osiris. This conflict gave Yahweh the opportunity to rescue the Israeliers as the other members of the Egyptisch Parthenon did not have much time to care much for mortals with their attention focussed on their divine domains." Harry told her and Seras. "Yahweh studied the history of the Egyptians and used the past plagues that Set had set loose on the lands for a repeat. The Seven Plagues were thought to be Set doing and while Set and Osiris were fighting there was none to check who was the responsible as everyone thought that the Chaos god was doing his old tricks. It was only through the use of the massive pillar of fire and the splitting of the ocean that the Egyptische Parthenon discovered that a foreigner treaded on their territorium. Yahweh lost many Angels as he tried to escape Egypt, however he succeeded in securing the beliefs of his new people."
"I always thought that God was, well….GOD." Seras quietly said and she didn't notice her other companion winch when she said the name with capital letters. "When I heard the story about the Exodus I always thought that God freed them out of kindness not to use them for his own religion." The former Police girl said while her eyes took in the street. She watched how a child sat on a small broomstick that floated high enough that her feet were five inches off from the cobbled street. Behind the child were more small Witches and Wizards, floating on their own broomsticks. They all floated in front of a store that showcased brooms and a large poster with moving Wizards and Witches in uniforms with each one of them holding brooms.
Serafall chuckled upon hearing the girl. "Gods, super naturals and even mortals are like a coin. They have good and bad sides, they are capable of doing something good, but that same good can be bad for someone else. For example: A man is poor and is forced to commit a crime. This crime allowed him to buy food and drinks for his children but that same crime caused a large group of people to be accused and sentenced to death." The super Devil explained.
The Police girl who was looking through the window of a bookstore, watching flying books that flew like birds through the store. A book clerk lifted his hand in the air and a book sailed through the air and straight into his waiting hand. That book was sold to the Witch, a client of the book clerk. Seras jerked her head sharply to her other companion. "Had something like that happened?"
"Yes. And even now, while we walk through this beautiful street full of wonders and magic. Somewhere in the world, this exact event that I used as an example is being done." The beautiful young woman told her. "The world isn't equal and there are many that seek out those that believe they were dealt a bad hand and use them to reach their goals." They passed a store that showed cauldrons from which one of them released thick green fumes. On the planks behind the cauldron, coloring bottles gave off a faint glow. On the bottles, a ticket said what these bottles were used for. Many were against illnesses that are incurable in the non-magical world. There were even a few that restored sight, or regrown hair and for every potion she read, Seras could link that to something that would help the non-magical a little.
"What will happen if we sell these potions to the non-magicals?" Seras asked.
Harry led them towards a tall white marbled building and smiled at the girl. "Most non-magical people would call this a miracle, until they learn that these miracles have magical roots and call it the Devil's taint. Then the non-magical people become jealous, cheated that they do not have these gifts and would start a Witch-hunt again." The group walked past a small, dingy shop that sold wands and the only man in the group noticed an old man staring out from the window, his misty eyes focused on him. Mister Olivander's lips moved and the immortal could read the man's lips and in respect nodded at him. "The Witches and Wizards do have gifts but they have a slightly lower birth rate than non-magicals. These people just like any other races with gifts have a small population while humans can easily spread out in the world. However, non-magicals are weaker and even if they progress in technology in the future. They will be easier to deal with than those with gifts, so do you think it's unfair?"
Seras shakes her head as they ascend the stairs that lead to the entrance of Gringotts bank. Her feet froze mid-step when she noticed two small creatures that were small and barely reached her waist but each had a menacing face and wore a medieval armour and a halberd in their hands. "Gringotts welcome you, Son of Dragons and companions. Director Ragnarok is informed of your present and has prepared a room for you."
"Gringotts always knew how to pamper their clients," she heard her master say. "My honor and respect to your people, Master Goblin." Her eyes widened when the Goblin tried to even stand straighter as her master moved past them. Seras entered for the first time Gringotts and her eyes widened at how large the main hall. The Main Hall is made out entirely out of marble and along the wall are long counters with behind the working Goblins are the passageways that lead towards the vaults and offices.
A group of armoured Goblins awaited her master, Serafall and her. They closed the distance and only a few feet away the lead Goblin spoke in his guttural voice. "If you please want to follow me to Director Ragnarok office," the goblins all bowed before they swiftly turned on their heels and led them into one of the passages. The small group arrived at a rich adorned golden door that swept open when it came closer. Behind the door a large ornate golden desk and behind that desk, seated in a large throne like chair was a tall, for a Goblin the Director of Gringotts.
Harry's fledgling watched how the Goblin tried to get out of the throne-like chair but his actions were stopped by a simple gesture of the immortal's hand. "Don't worry, Ragnarok, please stay seated. I've come to employ your fine people to erect a ward around a specific place."
"My apologies, my lord." Ragnarok bowed his head. "I cannot in good conscience insult you by not paying the respect you deserve." The Goblin's head stayed low for a moment before lifting and grinned at the only man in the room. "Let's start our business. You want to hire my people for a ward? I would like to know where to erect this ward and what kind of wards do you want?"
"I want the best ward to keep all the intruders out of my chosen zone. If even a sliver of our powers leave that zone, many innocents will be hurt and unwelcome attention will come my way." Harry said with a grin.
Ragnarok smiled at the man. "We have the best ward crafters and I promise that they will deliver what you ask for. If I may ask," his hands rubbed together and his eyes gleamed enthusiasm. "Who decided to challenge you?"
"The holder of Ddraig the Welsh Dragon hasn't challenged me, yet. However I know his intention and in his arrogance he believes the lies of the humans. Namely that they can slay Gods with the gifts that they received from Yahweh." Seras noticed that the office had darkened and that her Master seemed to grow and almost filled the room with his presence. She turned to her only female companion and leaned closer to her ear and whispered. "Is this holder of that Dragon really strong enough to kill a God?"
That question wasn't whispered low enough and everyone in the office started to laugh. Seras blinked with her eyes and felt like a fool. "Not really, young Nosferatu. While those who wield Boosted Gear have the potential to bring damage to an Immortal and Gods-alike, they never have in their History killed a God. That claim comes from previous Sacred Gear wielders that conquered lands and boosted their false claims."
"Milord, who in their mind dares to challenge you?" Ragnarok dared to ask the son of the dragons.
"Abraham van Helsing, wielder of the Boosted Sacred Gear." Responded to the Nosferatu. Ragnarok had heard about that name and for a moment, deep guttural laughter escaped his throat. His laughter bounced off the walls and was joined by other Goblins until Gringotts foundation shook. Outside of Gringotts, Wizards and Witches sped away from the Wizarding Bank that was ruled by the Goblins when they heard the demonic laughter.
Brookwood Cemetery is the largest cemetery in the United Kingdom. And it lies thirty-six miles away from London. The past few weeks since the Immortal had visited the Goblins, an invisible Colosseum has been erected around the Cemetery. Invisible for non-magical, which means the humans. There is even a layer that kept the Colosseum from being seen by the Sacred Gear holders and there was a special confundus that manipulated the Holder to walk through the only entrance that led to the fighting area.
Ragnarok, Director of Gringotts led his guests, Seras the daughter or by some called the new fledgling of the true immortal and Serafall Leviathan, one of the ruling Satans of the Underworld through a network of tunnels before they arrived at the top box that gave a splendid view over the soon to be a battlefield. "Lady Seras and Lady Serafall, welcome to the top box. I've arranged all the needed commendations to make this spectacle enjoyable for us." Both girls could see that there were only a few seats and some of them were already occupied.
Seras could see that there were Goblins in fancy attires that just showed off how wealthy and important they are. She could see a young woman with a voluptuous body and a chest that could rival her own. Just like her, she too had blonde hair and unlike her with matching eyes. "That is Yasaka, Empress of the Youkai faction and someone at the same level of power as one of my fellow Satans in their super form." The young immortal heard her companion whisper under her breath. "The man seated next to her is Loki, Prince of Asgard and the Trickster God. He loves to cause chaos and is someone you need to be wary of." The girl nodded upon hearing the advice.
The man, Loki is indeed handsome and fair to behold, with his long wavy black hair. Sharp green eyes and a smooth, noble face. His attire was entirely green with ascended gold weaved through. He turned his head towards the two women, proofing that he had heard the Satan Leviathan. "Well...isn't this a surprise, our own Serafall Leviathan graced us with her beauty. How are you doing my dear?"
"This Magical Girl is in a joyful mood, 'cause we'll witness a fight between dragons." Her bubbly and cheerful voice brought a smile to Loki. The man chuckled kindly and patted the seat next to him.
"Please, join us," Serafall and Seras blinked with their eyes and looked past Loki and noticed a tall handsome man with long blonde hair, electric blue eyes and unlike his companion, he was clad in armor. "Heimdall has heard and seen the construction of this colosseum and has sent me and my brother Thor to witness this strength of the wielder of the Welsh Dragon. To see if a human really can obtain the power to kill a god."
A tall, handsome man with raven black hair and golden blonde bangs and his chin was covered by a small black goatee. He wears a maroon V-neck long coat that opens up at the hem, exposing some of his chests. "My father created those Sacred Gears and they do have the potential to kill gods." An unfamiliar voice to Seras joined the conversation. "However, through the long history of wearers of these gifts, none of them has ever exceeded what they claimed. After all...gods are still here."
"Aren't we here to witness this glorious moment in which we see two dragons fight out. One, wielder of the Longinus Gear...Boosted Gear that holds the spirit of Ddraig and the other is the son of the two strongest Dragons and most feared being...Hadrian the Devourer of Souls." Loki spoke up again and his green eyes sparkled with mischief. "Now, if you don't mind joining us...Fallen Angel General Azazel, I have a show to watch." The Asgardian God conjured a bucket of popcorn and offered some to Seras. "You want some?"
Seras felt a little out of depth. Meeting so many beings that she first thought of impossible were now all standing in close proximity. There are the Norse Gods, Loki the God of Trickery and Chaos and his brother Thor, God of Thunder and Might. Then there is Azazel who she thought to be an Archangel and seated next to her is a Satan who likes to run around in revealing clothes and call herself a Magical girl. She didn't notice that there were some more attending to witness this fight, like a certain messenger of the Greek Parthenon nor did she notice a tall man wearing a tall black hat and a cane with a skull handle on which he rests his weight.
Abraham van Helsing moved with confidence through the massive graveyard. The fields were filled by rows of gravestones and here and there large mausoleums and statues of praying angels. His eyes narrowed at the sight of a small layer of mist that hid the grass and the chilling cold caused his hair at the back of his neck to stand up. 'A fool you are, Helsing, coming here it is.' Ddraig's deep baritone voice bounced in his head. 'You might not have sensed, but I did. You passed a barricade that kept the mundane people away from this place and they awaited your arrival.'
"Am I such a threat that there is a need to call in for reinforcement?" Came the haughty response from the human. He stalked past the gravestones and cautiously kept an eye out on his surroundings. In his mind, a scoff could be heard that came from the dragon. 'You flatter yourself too much, Abraham. Give humans powers like what happened to you and they think that they can defeat anything. Many of the true inhabitants of Terra existed long before your kind appeared. We are here and don't think for even a second that we decide to leave.' Abraham started to notice a person standing in the distance, waiting between two graves and an Angel statue standing protectively over him. 'Yahweh is the only one that wanted Terra firmly under the control of the humans and seeing us like nothing but a blight despite that we were here even before him. For now, we have tolerated your kind, however sooner or later your kind will make a mistake and will be trimmed.'
Abraham let out an angry growl upon hearing the dragon. "I don't like your tone, beast. Your power is mine and with it, I will exterminate all non-human. God was right to give Earth to humans. Anything else has no place on God's green earth." Snarled the man while drawing his blade out of his sheath. "And I begin with killing this vampire!" And with a roar, Abraham van Helsing charged forward to the first immortal. He swung his sword upward, twisting his blade, and brought it down with the sharp edge on his opponent.
His blade was met by a Japanese blade, a katana and many of the visitors recognized this particle blade. Its name was the Honjo Masamune and this blade has claimed many souls for its master. When the blades met, they were at a standstill, however, the difference in skill and strength was easily visible. Their blades were crossed and Seras could see that the human used all his strength just to push against her Master's blade, who held his loosely and with one arm pushed against that of his opponent. "You are just like your predecessors, arrogant and weak." Everyone could hear the true immortal speak. Harry flexed his arm and a push of wind caused Abraham to be launched backward and his back crashed through a few tombstones. "Just because you have a Sacred Gear, you believe yourself righteous and somehow believe yourself a messiah to get the world rid of their rightful denizens."
Harry lifted his feet and took a step forward, a very long step as he appeared in front of Helsing. Honjo Masamune was already in the air and descended down, only to meet the ground and broken pieces of the gravestone when Abraham rolled out of the way. Midroll, Abraham threw small grenades at Harry and at such proximity, the latest couldn't dodge the attack.
They exploded, causing his upper body to be blown apart. His body parts became liquified and became a curtain of black and crimson blood. You could still see the spine and half of his face, a single crimson eye stared down at the human. A cruel smile plastered on Nosferatu's face. Abraham van Helsing smirked at the sight of a damaged monster. "My God saw the potential in my kind. And He was right. No one has ever damaged you so far and brought you to your knees." Boasted the human. "Even Immortals should fear humans and I show everyone why!" Abraham shouted towards the witnesses he couldn't see. His blade arm which holds his blade already cut through the air and the sharp edge nearing the spine of his enemy and cut through the spine.
The head flew through the air and landed with a dull thud on the ground. "You amuse me, human. Just because you damaged me a little and cut off my head makes you think that a human without a power of his own can best me." Harry hissed just when his head started to dissolve. "I put on a little show to amuse my audience and you believe I roll over and die." Came the disembodied voice that echoes throughout the graveyard.
Abraham stepped away from the body when it refused to fall down. All the blood that sprayed like a defect fountain returned to the body and reformed back to its original state. "I was there when the first animals appeared. When the first immortals took their first breath. I witnessed the birth of humanity and I fought countless mortals and immortals." The Vampire hunter watched with disgust how the head reformed and quickly pulled out his pistol and shot a few rounds. "You aren't the first that tried to attack me with blessed weapons and the results are the same just like then." He could only watch how the monster dodged his bullets and with each dodge, he came closer. "You are nothing, Abraham van Helsing! Just a little man that thinks himself to be something just because luck brought him Ddraig."
"Boost!" Abraham shouted repeatedly. A red draconic glove appeared on his right, dominant arm. Around his blade, a red aura engulfed his weapon, and with a sweep of his blade an arch of red cut through the air and towards Harry.
Harry lifted his right hand, his palm forward, and the arch of energy hit his hand and was stopped. The beam twisted and shrunk before it died when Harry clenched his hand into a fist. "Resorting to your Boosted Gear won't help you, little man. Because zero plus zero is still zero." He twisted his body and kicked the air, a blade of wind cut a path through the ground and towards Helsing.
Abraham, seeing the incoming attack, decided to use the draconic glove as a shield. What he hadn't expected was the blade of wind suddenly change course and cut through flesh and bones, effectively cutting off the boosted gear from his arm. He let out a scream at the loss of his arm and fell to his knees. Tears blurred his vision and he could see his arm a foot away from him.
Crawling forward, he reached out with his remaining arm, only for the boosted gear to be swallowed by shadows and disappear. "Your arrogance caused you to lose Ddraig. His powers that once flowed through your veins are yours no longer. Maybe, in another time and space, you would have defeated me...enslaving that version and becoming an organization that shook the true world. But here...reality took place and shattered your illusions. Go home Abraham van Helsing and stay there because next time...you won't leave with your life intact."
Sorry for the delay of a chapter.
This chapter took me time to write, how to add certain characters and how Harry actually thinks of the world. As you might have read, Harry does not have a high opinion of humans and this reflects a bit with my thought of what I think when seeing humans fight against supernaturals.
I had at first the idea for a large, epic fight between Human (Abraham van Helsing) and Harry the Nosferatu. But once writing, I saw that Harry was way too strong, even for a wielder of a sacred gear.
However this also clearly shows of what humans think if they got a little bit of power. Abraham, a follower of God only wants humans to rule the world. He believes with his power, he can wipe out all non-humans and clean the world.
Harry has many friends in the supernatural world, or True World because they existed long before there were humans. Their population is smaller because they have longitivity and powers. They well bring less offsprings on the world unlike humans who has no powers and breed like rabbits.
Those of the supernaturals are also much more durable and won't be easily be killed by mortal weapons.