The Chronicles of Malus

by Riddle272

Malus Crescent: Child prodigy or dark lord incarnate? That decision is left up to him to decide. With the influence loved ones and even those not so loved, the boy can only be one or the other. His destiny and friend's fate hang in the balance.

19. Chapter 18

CHAPTER 14

Reinhardt pulled open the large coffin's lid to reveal nothing but a cloud of dust.

"Huh?"

Both he and Carrie looked around the sanctuary for the missing vampire. Dracula was nowhere to be found...A scornful laugh came from above their heads.

"Miserable worms, you dare oppose the power of darkness? Is it death you seek?"

The both of them looked up. The servant formed from the risen smoke cloud and hovered to the ground.

"As you wish. Come, I will tear you limb from limb!"

Dracula watched the battle from afar, hidden from them all. The battle was surprisingly short, and of course Carrie and Reinhardt were victorious. The servant laughed.

"So you thought you had won? To save the world is not so simple. Miserable creatures, how dare you oppose my evil might? Darkness will rule! Die you weak fools!"

Brilliant beams of light skewered through him, as if crucifying his soul. The light consumed him, until nothing was left but his cape, which fell to the ground and caught fire.

Reinhardt and Carrie stood in silence for a few moments, watching the cape become consumed by the flames.

"Dracula is dead then..." Reinhardt said finally. "Our mission is complete."

"I guess so." Carrie said. She looked around and finally to a corner of the chamber. "Malus!"

The boy had apparently hidden behind a pillar the whole time. He walked over to the two vampire killers.

"Is Dracula dead?" He asked.

Carrie nodded. "Yes..."

"He can never come back to life again?"

"Well..." There was a pause in Carrie's voice. "...that surely depends upon what people do..."

Reinhardt sighed and looked anxiously around the chamber, as if expecting someone or thing to show out of nowhere.

"What's wrong?" Malus asked.

"It's just...it doesn't seem as though Dracula is gone. He went easy on us, I'm sure. I was expecting something more difficult."

Malus smiled, though it appeared more scornful than a friendly one. "He looked difficult enough to me! You both were great!"

"I guess you're right..." Reinhardt said nervously, running his hand through his hair. "We'd better get going. Henry's probably waiting for us at the entrance..."