Garfiel spat up blood, collapsing to his knees as the raging fire blazed around him. Cracked and charred shingles and tiles from the once magnificent mansion dug into his skin, ash falling from the sky, irritating his fresh wounds. He let out a brief laugh, quickly turning into a hacking cough, blood staining the ground red beneath him. Garfiel turned his amber eyes up, flicking with the dying flames of ambition, giving a challenging glare to the vampiric monster in front of him.

"You'll…nev'r…beat…all…o'...us…" He whispered, voice cracking as he tried to force his failing body back to its feet. "Ev'n…if I…fall n'w…Cap'n'll…stop…ya…"

Elsa hunched over briefly, shadows hiding her face as her body began to rack with convulsions rapidly, before arching her head up, a maniac smile upon her pale face. Her lips spreading wide, the edges of her lips cracking, having blood streak down her face, framing her face in a demonic light, the fire flickering off of her dilated pupils. She let out a keening laughter, setting chills down Garfiel's body as she keeled over, high pitched, demonic giggles echoing around the burnt skeleton of the manor.

"What makes you think that any of your pathetic comrades stand a chance…against me?! She crowed, slumping over, slowly walking over to where Garfiel laid, ignoring the flickering flames arching up her body.

Garf's heart spiked, blood roaring in his ears as he tried to drag his broken body away from the thing stalking towards him, but his body was at his limit. He froze, feeling a warm breath roll down his back.

"But you'll have your uses," She whispers in his ear, "I can smell your blood, and…it smells delicious."

Garfiel closed his eyes, silently apologizing to everyone he cared for, that he wouldn't be able to say goodbye.

But the end didn't come, and he realized that he was starting to hear…music?

He cracked his eyes open, slowly turning over, feeling his body scream in agony as he flipped over, only for those cries of pain to fall silent as a cloud of shock fell over him.

Elsa was still hovering over him, but her back was turned as well, and both were frozen as they stared at the newcomer.

He was tall, but not to the level of someone of Roswaal's stature, and he was dressed in a strange black attire…clothes looking familiar for some reason. His long black hair floated ethereally behind him, blue eyes focused intensely upon them. But that was not the thing that froze them both in their places.

It was the music. Strange music beating at a strange tune, and even stranger lyrics, being spoken in a strange tongue.

Then, the stranger spoke in a deep baritone: "My name is Doctor Michael Morbius, and you are not a true vampire, so it's time…time for Morbin'"

Elsa broke out of her stupor, "What the fu-"

And then the doctor seemingly warped over, claws stretching out from his hands and face shifting into a horrifying visage as he stabbed into her with his razor-sharp talons, tearing into her chest as his fangs closed around her neck. Elsa had no time to respond, rapidly collapsing to the ground as the light faded from her eyes.

Garf couldn't believe his eyes, the demon being taken out before his eyes! He wanted to say something to his savior, but then the now red eyes turned to him.

"Remember kids, an apple a day keeps the doctor away." And then a maelstrom of bats appeared, forming around the man, and in a flash he was gone, off to Morb another day.

Garf, when he was rescued, could not stop preaching the good words of Morbius, and eventually made a massive cult, one that eventually took out the Witch's Cult. Then there was no stopping the good word of Morbius, and eventually the world was united under the good name of Morbination, and wars never again tainted the land.

The End.