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All things considered and perhaps ironically, Erdogan had never really put much thought into dying.
Why would he?
He was merely five years old.
He was a child, his days were consumed with having fun, playing as he pleased and his training to become a Holy Knight in the future like his father and grandfather before him.
On top of that, he had inherited the innate ability discovered by his grandfather over two hundred years ago, and like his father before him, was bestowed with the heart of a powerful long lived creature not long after he was born.
The heart of a feared and mighty Tyrant Dragon, a beast that took at least five normal Holy Knights to defeat and could live for thousands of years if not killed.
The Beast Soul was a mighty and powerful magic, an innate magic that had put Erdogan's family on the throne where previously they'd been nothing but barbarians living up in the highlands.
'That's why it's ironic.' the child snorted lightly to himself.
Ironic that, even with all that, he hadn't even managed to reach the age of twenty.
Even between two lives.
"Quiet, boy." a rough, deep demanding voice snapped at him.
Erdogan scowled, glancing out of the corner of his eyes at the man less than five feet away from him. A towering giant behemoth of a man, skin like granite, and a full head of hair and thick beard as dark as midnight.
Crimson red eyes looked at him disdainfully and Erdogan barely resisted the urge to bare his teeth at him.
Not that he could currently do anything other than that anyway.
Because right now, he was stuck.
Sitting within a cage made of pure darkness itself. An innate magical power of the vampire clan, and none were more formidable with the vampires powers of darkness than the man beside him.
Izraf, king of the royal vampire clan, lounging upon the royal throne of Edinburgh as if it were his right.
The killer of his grandfather, his father-
And himself.
At that thought, his eyes inadvertently glanced over to the huge doors of the throne room.
Two beings stood guard on opposite side. Towering creatures of immense bulk and power.
One, a huge dark green scaled bipedal crocodilian beast, while the other, not quite as large, had a rotund face and body, with a pick powerful tail and scales of light yellow.
They stood motionless, like statues. The only indication of life being within the creatures, being the slow and steady rise and falls of their chests.
His grandfather and his father, in their beast forms.
Stronger than they ever had been before due to being turned into vampires. But unable to enjoy it at all.
In the process of being defeated and turned into vampires by Izraf, they had become completely enslaved to his will.
'It's funny that the same applies to me as well.' Erdogan mused idly. And in fact, he wouldn't at all be any different from his father and grandfather right now.
If not for the fact that just as he was about to be turned into a lesser vampire thrall like his family…he regained his memories.
Memories of a past life.
Quite shocking really.
Memories of a past life…where he didn't even make it past fifteen.
'I suppose technically if I combine both of my ages from both lives, I did make it to twenty…if barely.' he chuckled inwardly.
It was what saved him in the end. He wasn't sure what it was. Perhaps he did die again and just got revived thanks to his past life memories awakening, or perhaps because he had both lives souls, his families innate magic worked once again where it shouldn't have.
Beast Soul could only be used once per person after all.
'If it did activate again thanks to the awakening of my past life memories, it would explain my current situation.' he thought, running a hand through his short wild black hair.
…After all-
He had gained all the abilities of a vampire just like his father and grandfather, had his power increase just like them, yet unlike them, hadn't become a slave to Izraf, or a vampire either.
How did he know that?
That was simple.
He glanced at Izraf and focused for a moment. A second later, a screen formed in the air beside the vampire king, though only he could see it.
Name: Izraf
Race: Vampire
Strength: 4160
Magic: 4020
Spirit: 800
Total Power: 8980
Innate Ability:
Rupture
He could see the names, races, power levels and innate magical abilities of anyone he focused on, including himself.
And his race was still human.
…Though, there had been one interesting change he'd noticed, that may be his key to getting out of here.
'It's almost like Drole's magical eye that he was born with,' he mused, recalling the ancient king of the giant race from the memories of his past life and reading all about this world he now lived in, 'Still, even with these new abilities, I'll have to time it right.' he mused.
His power had increased quite a bit from gaining the abilities of a vampire, and alongside the most powerful ability of the Beast Soul, he was actually more powerful than Izraf.
The problem wasn't Izraf though…well not fully. Izraf still had that other form of his he used to defeat Erdogan's father and grandfather.
But even at that, Izraf alone wouldn't be able to stop him.
'But with the whole clan he has with him and…' Erdogan glanced back at his family, or rather his former family.
Their enslaved and empowered corpses more like.
…Irony was truly at its finest tonight, that the biggest threat he had to face was his father and grandfather.
After all, right now, as vampires, transformed with the Beast Soul and under the darkness of night…they were stupidly powerful.
Name: Enraig Mac Aiden
Race: Vampire
Strength: 14,400
Magic: 11,250
Spirit: 0
Total Power: 25,675
Innate Ability:
Beast Soul
His father alone would be a struggle to defeat even if he transformed himself. 'Especially considering I'm still a toddler more or less and even my tyrant dragon form reflects that.' he grimaced.
But still, if it was just his father alone, he could handle him he thought, especially since he lacked all of his intelligence now and was a beast thrall of mere instinct.
'But..' his eyes glanced from his father to his grandfather.
Name: Angus Mac Aiden
Race: Vampire
Strength: 15,750
Magic: 13,500
Spirit: 0
Total Power: 29,275
Innate Ability:
Beast Soul
'You've got to be fucking with me, he's stronger than Galand was when he first kicked the shit out of Meliodas, Merlin, Daine and all of Camelot.' Erdogan grit his teeth.
Hell, he was almost as strong as Meliodas was when he got his damn power back!
'I don't even come close to that even taking into account the increase I got from the vampire abilities, my transformation and having my strength doubled thanks to it being night.' he huffed.
His father was now a monster, his grandfather was a monster among monsters, and they were following the will of the bastard who'd caged him up like some pet.
In comparison, while he was massively stronger right now than he had ever been before, he still didn't come close to his grandfather and father right now.
Erdogan gazed down at his own chest and focused.
Name: Erdogan Mac Aedan
Race: Human
Strength: 6148
Magic: 9240
Spirit: 1220
Total Power: 16,608
Innate Ability:
Beast Soul
Over Soul
'It's once again ironic, how my power can be higher than it ever was before, how I feel strong enough to crush a mountain with a punch, yet be utterly useless right now.' he sighed inwardly.
Even taking into account his transformed state, both his strength and magic power would fall quite short of his families current abilities.
'Which means my only hope of escape is…' he glanced at the very bottom of the screen within his vision.
Over Soul.
A new innate ability.
Most likely, because of his awakening his past life. And why he thought he had gained the soul of his past self as well. Because innate magical abilities, were a single one to a single soul. They did not come from the body unlike racial traits.
Of course it presented a real problem.
In that he didn't know what it did at all. He could feel the power inside him, just like his Beast Soul now that he knew it was there.
But he had no idea what it did, and had no experience using it at all.
All this power, all these abilities, not only from Over Soul, but the power of a vampire now as well.
Utterly useless because between his grandfather, father and Izraf, the second he tried anything, they'd beat his ass down.
His only chance would be to break out at full power, blow a hole out of the castle and fly away in his transformed state.
…And abandon his kingdom and throne.
'This fucking sucks man.' he groaned aloud this time.
Where the fuck was Meliodas and the Seven Deadly Sins. It had already been two days since Izraf had taken over. Shouldn't they have come over now to gank this cunt and his clan?
'Huh, now that I think about it, I'm technically the king of Edinburgh now aren't I?' Erdogan paused and blinked.
"Did I not tell you to be quiet boy?" Izraf snarled, breaking him from his thoughts, "You should be grateful I did not tear your head from your shoulders. Generous as I am, I spared you after you became a full member of our clan, yet still you glare so defiantly."
It was only as the vampire king said so, that Erdogan realised he had not been able to hold back his glare at the man.
Well, no point keeping a hold on it now.
"Blow it out of your ass dipshit." the prince of Edinburgh politely replied.
Izraf's lips pulled back into a snarl, baring his sharp fangs at Erdogan, "Boy, you better watch your mouth," he spat, "Your defiance is pathetic, you only live because I allow it, or have you forgotten already how I crushed you alongside your pathetic father and grandfather." he gestured dismissively at the two bipedal beasts guarding the throne room doors.
Erdogan scoffed and bared his teeth at the vampire king, feeling his canine teeth lengthening into fangs almost instinctively, "Oh I've not forgotten," the boy spat, the rage had been simmering underneath his chest for quite a while now, but he could no longer hold it back, this as an insult too far, "You attacked under the cover of night, taking us by surprise and ganging up on us with your entire clan, you were too afraid to face my family head on like the pathetic mongrel you a-"
"ENOUGH!" Izraf roared, vaulting over the throne and throwing a massive fist towards the boy, the cage of darkness disappearing from around him.
Before, merely two days ago in fact, he would have had to dodge a punch like this or he would take quite the injury.
But, there was a vast difference between the him of a few days ago and the him of right now.
And that wasn't even taking into account that he was now mentally a teenager rather than a toddler.
His palm came up and caught the giant granite-like skinned fist of the vampire king upon it, deflecting the blow upwards.
"What!?" Izraf gaped, wide eyed and stumbled back a bit.
"Have you forgotten already, you gave me the power of a vampire, increasing my power," Erdogan scoffed, "And thanks to the darkness you covered the kingdom in, my power has doubled as well. I'm stronger than you right now."
This was the completely wrong move to make. It was the stupid move. Meliodas and his crew could come at any moment.
He didn't need to risk his life like this over a few insults. A little humiliation for his life was a small price to pay…right?
'No, he's turned my father and grandfather, proud warrior kings into his pets!' his heart blazed with an anger he'd suppressed to this moment but could no longer do. An anger he couldn't properly grasp before as an immature toddler mentally.
Now he could.
If he left things as was, Escanor would crush this fool like a fly.
A fitting end for such an arrogant vampire.
But, Erdogan would not be satisfied with that.
'Besides, if you kill a vampire, its thralls die as well.' he thought. This was stupid and absurdly risky.
With a high possibility of his death.
Perhaps it was the dragon in him.
But he had his pride as the last member of the royal family that ruled over Edinburgh.
'The capital of Scotland at that.'
Scotland did not exist in this world, only Britannia. Yet, this land was where Scottish land stood in his previous life.
It was only right for a Scotsman to take back Edinburgh!
"This is impossible, how could a mere child be stronger than the great king of the vampires?!" Izraf roared angrily, "It makes no sense!"
"Makes total sense to me." Erdogan's eyes blazed with the desire to kill the giant behemoth of a man, easily ten feet tall before him.
His fingers twitched and he reached deep inside, deep into the blazing power within his soul and pulled upon it.
And the dragon awoke.
His body shifted, growing larger, crimson red scales forming over his skin, crimson red wings bursting from his back, his nails turning into claws, his nose forming into a snout and pitch black horns emerging from the back of his head.
And where a smaller black haired toddler stood merely a moment ago, now stood a humanoid red scaled dragon almost as tall as a grown man.
"This again?" Izraf scoffed, un-impressed with his transformation "I already crushed you like this before, and will again! And this time, I'll break you properly boy!"
"Let's see you try it loser!" Erdogan bared his maw filled with razor sharp teeth at the vampire king.
Did he not know the kind of power Erdogan had gained from being given vampiric abilities, or was Izraf just so far up his own ass he couldn't fathom Erdogan growing stronger than him?
'Considering he thought he could take on and beat the demon clan and the demon king, I'm guessing it's the second.' he snorted.
After all, right now, he was far above Izraf.
Name: Erdogan Mac Aedan
Race: Human
Strength: 9222
Magic: 13,860
Spirit: 1220
Total Power: 24,302
Innate Ability:
Beast Soul
Over Soul
Still not quite a match for his father, or never mind his grandfather. But-
'I'll kill this guy before they can get involv-' Erdogan's thoughts raced and his legs tensed, preparing to lunge towards the vampire king and crush him utterly.
Just before he could though, the doors to the throne room burst open and a man in full body plate armour rushed in.
"My lord, we are under attack!" the holy knight, dropped to one knee and bowed to Izraf and reported.
"What!?" Izraf turned away from Erdogan, "Who dares to challenge the might of the v-"
Izraf didn't get a chance to finish, because Erdogan took advantage of his distract and burst forward with a flap of his wings.
His fist smashed into the vampire kings jaw with all his strength. He felt the bones shatter under his blow and the vampire king was bodily lifted up and sent soaring through the air.
He crashed straight through the wall of the throne room and sent hurtling hundreds of feet.
Erdogan wasted no time in chasing after him, wings flapping behind him, the young boy shot through the air, flying towards the vampire king as he slammed through a building as if it were made of paper mache and not stone and landed in a crater.
Erdogan caught up in a mere second after the vampire king had landed, but already the massive form of Izraf was pulling himself up to his feet, his jaw with a massive dark bruise already visible, already rapidly healing before his eyes.
The vampire clans regeneration was something to behold for sure.
"Boy, you have tested the limits of my patience!" Izraf snarled and spread his arms wide, "Black Full Plate!" he declared and darkness swirled into existence around his form before compressing against his skin, forming a black robe of pitch black darkness.
And his strength sky rocketed before Erdogan's eyes.
Name: Izraf
Race: Vampire
Strength: 8320
Magic: 4020
Spirit: 800
Total Power: 13,140
Innate Ability:
Rupture
With a howl, the vampire king launched forward, his body a mere blur and threw out a massive earth shaking punch.
Only for his hand to be stopped.
By Erdogan's scaly palm.
The ground exploded beneath them from the sheer force of the blow, but Erdogan merely smirked massively.
'This was the trump card he tried to use against Escanor and what he used to beat my father and grandfather.' Erdogan remembered.
And yet…it still fell short of his own strength.
It was almost sad really, pitiful to be honest. The proud and powerful vampire king, leagues stronger than any human, yet being overpowered easily by a mere child who only had power because of his family, the stupidity of the vampire king and ungodly luck.
Erdogan was well aware that none of the strength he had right now, was earned.
He just couldn't bring himself to care about that fact right now though.
"…Impossible, this technique can even brush aside the purgatory flames of the demon clan, how can a mere human turned vampire block my fist?" Izraf goggled down at him in shock.
"Because I'm far stronger than you with the powers of a vampire added to my own abilities, and my father and grandfather are stronger still," the boy boasted, relishing in the horror he could see dawning in the vampires eyes, "Thank you for this power, I'll use it gratefully to tear you limb from limb."
"AS IF!" Izraf bellowed mightily and thrust his other hand at the boy turned dragon.
The air before his palm swelled up before exploding in a shower of pure force that slammed into Erdogan's chest.
The force of it carried him back through the air and he felt the bones in his chest creak from it, before he slammed his feet into the ground and bled the force off.
'That must have been his rupture magic ability.' Erdogan thought, with a wince.
He wasn't quite sure what happened there, only that the air seemed to explode into a wave of pure force.
His breathing was laboured for only a moment before he felt the creak in his bones fade away.
After all, he too now had the regeneration of a vampire.
It wasn't quite the regeneration of a demon clan member, but it wasn't anything to scoff at either.
With a roar, Erdogan put his thoughts out of mind and zipped back through the air towards the vampire king.
Izraf roared right back and launched a volley of punches, each one causing the air itself to rupture and explode, sending dozens of shock waves that could pulverize buildings at him.
Erdogan opened his mouth, heat swelling in his throat and breathed out, expelling a massive gout of flame that swept over the shock waves and burned straight through the force.
Before it could sweep over Izraf though, wings of darkness formed from his pitch black robe and he flew up above it, before dive bombing the dragon boy.
Switching directions, Erdogan flew up to meet him and threw out a punch just at the same time the vampire king did.
Air ruptured around Izraf's fist just as both fists clashed and a massive shock waved erupted in all directions around them.
"Grah!" Izraf pulled his hand back, his fingers mangled.
Erdogan roared at the same time, though his fingers were in better shape thanks to the fact he was physically tougher right now and the resistances he had inherited from his family.
Specifically, the physical resistance Earth Crawlers had, passed down from his grandfather.
The boy lashed out with a knee, catching the giant vampire king in the stomach and doubling him over, before bringing his non injured scaled hand up and bringing it down in a hammer blow to the back of Izraf's head.
He shot down like a bullet and slammed into and through the ground, the earth shaking from the sheer force of the blow and creating a massive crater.
But Erdogan wasn't done.
Even as the vampire king lay groaning in the crater, he flapped his wings and dropped straight down.
A moment later he drove his feet and full body weight into the stomach of the vampire king.
Izraf's eyes widened and he gagged in pain, blood shooting from his wide open mouth as Erdogan crushed his innards.
This would be going a completely different way right now.
If this idiot was smart enough to call over his father and grandfather. If Izraf did that, Erdogan would have been forced to flee.
As it was though, because he had not, Erdogan had the upper hand.
And as such-
"Die!" Erdogan snarled, opening his mouth wide and condensing the red hot flames of a tyrant dragon within his chest.
"Noo-!" Izraf's eyes were so wide with horror they looked like they were about to pop right out of their sockets.
But it was too little, too late, and now he would d-
Erdogan never got the chance to finish his thoughts.
Or his attack.
The earth rumbled as if a massive earthquake had swept through the area, the sheer force of it making the dragon-like boy stumble back off of the body of the vampire.
And there, in the distance he saw it.
A massive, gargantuan, titanic pillar of pitch black darkness not far from the castle stretching straight up into the sky and piercing through the darkness.
The veil of darkness that had been cast over the sky by Izraf faded away and almost immediately, Erdogan felt his power dwindle massively, weakening by a full half as the rays of the morning sun pierced through the now visible clouds.
'Meliodas!' Erdogan's eyes widened.
His distraction cost him.
A massive granite skinned fist slammed into his jaw from the side, the air swelling and rupturing alongside it, before a shockwave erupted from the fist that had slammed into his jaw.
"Die you piece of trash!" Izraf howled madly.
The blow sent Erdogan flying through the air like a bullet, his jaw flaring with pain.
He probably would have got sent flying easily a mile from the blow.
If he not not slam into what felt like an unbreakable and ungodly harm wall. His back flared with pain from the impact.
It did more damage than Izraf's punch did.
With a groan, the dragon boy fell to the ground and lay there for a second.
"Quite presumptuous of you, to bump into one as great as myself and not apologise for your rudeness." a mans deep voice resonated from above him.
…From the wall he slammed into.
"Ugh." Erdogan groaned and shook his head, before pushing himself up and looking at the speaker.
Only for his jaw to drop and eyes to go wide.
He found himself looking at another behemoth of a man, with short auburn brown hair and carrying a massive one handed golden axe over his shoulder.
"Well, are you going to apologize or not?" Escanor huffed, before shrugging, "Though I do suppose you may take a bit to recover, you would take less damage from a mountain falling on you than bumping into me after all."
So, this is something I toyed with, just wanting to see how people take to it and all, see if it's something people like and worth pursuing.
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