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"It reminds me of Spiral Tower…", said Dainn when he and the rest arrived to the ruined Dark Castle. "You know, not this fucked up but it has some similitudes."
Lucian groaned.
"It's more similar than you think.", answered remembering the time he and Aaron had in it.
The first time they got inside, Lucian noticed it was not only similar to the Spiral Tower but also had the same seal artifacts like in the satelite called by the same name where Hel used to live, and from where Ratatosk managed to go to Mahoroba. To go to the next room, both Lucian and Aaron had to activate four jewels that correspond to the four elemental Terrennials, while on the satelite, he remembered that you had to beat the souless bodies of the people Lucian had under his comand when he was still the Dark Boy. He still wondered why Ratatosk would create a building like the original Dark Castle on the planet.
They only could stay in the first floor, since the rest was destroyed when Byron fell on both towers. Dumas seemed nervous when he walked around, probably not feeling that good visiting his second most hated place right now, and Nish found it amusing watching him come and go in the room. The vampire hope that soon, very soon, Dumas would finally let go of everything and really start his new life, like he often said, but there were a few tips that still locked him to his past. The war wasn't helping at all, even less the fact that Ursula had successfully revived Rymer with the help of that strange soup.
Nish sighed. He had been also thinking a lot about his own past, and how the decisions he made lead him there, fighting along with humans and trying to get the former Duke and most powerful vampire to mate with him. He had lost all hope in love after the careless mates and friends he had when he left his hometown years ago, turning into your typical promiscuous vampire that goes from one to another. Nish tried to comprehend what was the exact thing Dumas' had that makes him so attached to the former duke. But each time he sits to think about it, he couldn't find it. The first time he saw him wandering in the mountains, Nish saw sadness and loneliness in his eyes, and that told him that he had lost someone truly important to him. When in personal terms Nish tries to stay away, he couldn't do the same with Dumas. He had the urge to come up with to him and talk to him, yet he didn't know why. Most people will call it love at first sight, but Nish didn't believe in that.
"Aren't you scared or something?", asked Dumas sitting next to him. Nish barely noticed it, so deep in his thoughts. It was a bad habit he had.
"About what?"
"This.... thing.", he curled besides the albino vampire and sighed. "I want it to end already..."
"We all do.", answered Nish, circling an arm around Dumas' shoulders. They remained silent for a few seconds, until Nish spoke again. "What do you want to do after it's over?"
It was a topic not so touched in situations like this, and it took the former duke off guard.
"I can't think of anything right now, what about you?", said Dumas. Actually, he did want to do a few things after the war was over, but he was either too pridefull or too shy to say them, especially to Nish.
"Well...", he blushed a bit. "I will start looking for a place were to live, you know.", Dumas blushed too, but brighter than Nish, at his response. "Now I have a good excuse to stay here in the East Lands and stop being a nomad."
Instead of replying, Dumas hid on the other's chest, curling up on him.
"What? Don't you like the idea of me staying?", asked, but he knew why the horned vampire was acting so ashamed suddenly. Dumas was possibly thrilled at the idea of living with him, but at the same time was scared to death. Nish could understand him, though.
"Asshole.", mumbled Dumas, his face becoming redder.
It was nearly one in the morning when the third group patrolling New Culiacan said that they saw Oyan's group move. Ernest took his Dragoon and led the rest outside the castle and onto the field. Nidhoggr was the only one that actually did what he wanted, along with Dainn, since Ernest didn't really know how they were fighting. Lucian along with Dyango were grouped together and jumped to some buildings to see how Oyan moved with his soldiers and, behind them, several figures all dressed with dark cloaks. Lucian and Dyango could immediately tell they were vampires because of their smell, and started wondering how the hell they ended up joining Oyan.
"We will figure out that after we win.", said Dyango as he and Lucian walked closer to the edge of the building. "Oh?"
"What?"
"They have the old Rising sun grenades.", answered with a fair grin.
"Did they forget we have the Casket Armors?"
"No... It's not that. Even when our body will not get serious damage from it, remember that our eyes are still very sensitive to sunlight."
"So they plan to blind us."
"Possibly.", he watched how Lucian summoned his wings from his origin form and flew towards them. "Bro! Wait! What are you doing?!"
"Taking them before they can take us.", replyed the vampire.
Dyango sighed. He looked down to his shadow and Dainn appeared from it seconds after. The shadow vampire morphed into giant wings that attached themselves to the young man's back as he took flight.
"Always so reckless, brother.", murmured Dyango approaching with Dainn.
On the ground, Ernest growled as he gripped Dragoon's cannon of the weapon, cursing out loud and watching in rage how Lucian moved towards the enemy without his concern or direct orders.
"I swear if he wasn't Aaron's boyfriend I would have fired him---no, I would kill him!!", said to Kay, who merely shrugged. "Wait, Nish!! Where the fuck are you going?!"
"Like I told you earlier...", said Nish. "We vampires are not going to be bossed around by humans like you. If Lucian says so, we will move.", answered with a grin as he and the rest of the vampires followed them.
Dumas merely smiled and waved to Ernest.
"When we decided that?", said the tanned man.
"Apparently, just now.", said Kay.
Neschume and Oyan were seeing how the vampires were coming at them. The humans wielded the same shields they used when they tried to kidnap Aaron the first time in the woods, and the noble's simple wearing the Casket Armors as a few close range weapons such as daggers, knives and other things. Even when having such powerful magic, vampires were better at close range combats due to their inhuman strength, much like werewolves, though not as good as them. Talking about werewolves, Cyril and his men were at the back of the group, guarding that the enemy didn't want to do a surprise attack of some sort. Cyril just hated the way things came out; he really disliked the idea of working with the vampires. He knew that something wrong was going to happen with them. Those nobles were dangerous, unlike the vampire boy who was just using Oyan. Those nobles were going to kill them regardless the result of the battle. Cyril sighed. He hated being a loyal dog.
Lucian and Dyango were about to attack when a single, texturized bullet shot and stuck in Lucian's upper tigh. The man groaned in pain as he stopped in mid air, his younger brother collapsing on his back when he did. Dyango separeted himself from Lucian as he noticed the bleeding injury, looking around and trying to identify the shoter, only to be shot on his right shoulder.
The other group of vampires that were coming to them got shot too. Besides Dumas, everyone managed to hide before the bullets hit them. The former Duke growled in anger for being that stupid as he run closer to Lucian, who was shaking in pain.
"Oh? Who's that sharp shoter you got up there?", asked Neschume to Oyan, who snorted.
"Recher."
"The fattie? I thought his only weapons were swords."
"I would never hire him if he only used swords."
Neschume laughed under his breath as he watched how Lucian squirmed in pain due to the recent shot. Dyango and Dumas were having the same symptoms, and Dainn was currently trying to catch the shoter with his shadows. Nish just came to them as he formed an ice barrier around them to protect them. The rest of the vampires hid in the shadows when they saw how their leaders were down.
The Dark Matter started to evaporize from Lucian's pores slowly and shortly, Dyango and Dumas were the same.
"Ha!", exclaimed Dainn. "Managed to kill him.", said as he returned to normal. "Are you three having that weird phenomen of human combustion?"
"Not the time, Dainn.", growled Dyango as he glared at the albino vampire.
"Then what it is?!", asked Dumas.
With a groan of pain, Lucian's form started to shrink until the shape he had when he was only twelve years old. Dumas and Dyango watched in awe how his body changed forms, and now, Lucian was inside the body of the Dark Boy he used to be, having the small scar across his face and that hairstyle his father used to have, with the two bangs covering his face and the "antena" from behind. The only thing missing was his bandana and clothes.
"Ugh, I feel like crap...", said Lucian. "What the? What happened to my voice?!", he was shocked to hear it... pitcher. "WHAT THE FUCK?!", screamed upon seeing his reflex on the ice.
"Is this some sort of magic?", asked Dyango, who was also in his body of the same age as Lucian. Yet, seeing how his vampiric powers were on, he was actually transformed into the vampire half he used to own years ago, which made his hair stand up and dye darker, nearly a brown color, and his skin turning blue like most vampires.
"It's a seal power.", answered Lucian. "But this seal power is from the Lunar Tribe! How did Oyan managed to put his hands on such old magic?"
"That's not important now!", exclaimed Dumas, with his childish voice like Lucian and Dyango. "What are we gonna do if our power's been sealed?"
The sudden impact the ice barrier got startled them all. Seemed that Oyan started attacking when he had them just where he wanted and he was not going to waste time anymore. Neschume was standing still next to him, waiting to the vampires to actually come from inside the little igloo. He could attack them from the inside if he wanted, but Neschume and his nobles wanted a little fun before. Besdies, working on that igloo was fair too easy for them, and seemed that Oyan wanted a little of his glory. To Neschume, it didn't matter at all, since the auburn man, the gunslingers and the werewolves were all going to have the same fate.
"Fight, what else?", said Lucian. "Just because most of our power has been sealed doesn't mean we can't use weapons. It doesn't matter if they are made from our Dark Matter or are regular weapons, we still can use them. We might not imply huge damage to our enemies, but we will sure be a pain in the ass.", Dainn morphen into a devil looking sword and Dyango took him from the hilt. Nish created an ice bow and arrow for Dumas, while Lucian summoned Vanargandr. "Ok, at the count of three, Nish will make the barrier melt and we will attack.", said barrier was starting to crack from all the shots it was receiving. "Got it? One... two... shit!!"
A hand grenade made contact and blew up seconds after, shattering the barrier in instants. Nish and Dumas run towards the closes building much like Dyango and Dainn did, but Lucian was still on his spot, trying to lift up his sword that, incredibly, he couldn't. Vanargandr seemed to be extremely heavy for him right now and was refusing to be used by him. The red eye of the sword looked at him anxiously, like wanting Lucian to move, go and fight. But the boy couldn't. He couldn't lift up his sword, his own sword! What was happening? Lucian wasn't going to stand there and figure it out. As soon as he realized what was happening, he turned the sword into Dark Matter, absorved it into his body and turned into shadows, hidding underground and poping out right besides Dyango, who was looking at him with wide eyes.
"Why didn't you attack?", asked the blond.
"I couldn't lift my sword. Don't ask, I don't know why.", said before his brother could say anything. "Give me the spear, Jormungandr."
But to Lucian's surprise, when Dyango materialized the spear on his hands, he fell on the floor. He tried to lift it up but it was useless. Lucian then tried, only to notice he was failing too. The older cried in anger, kicking the spear with his foot, pulling his hair in rage. The other vampires, along with the gunslingers, started to counterattack to Oyan's group as they started to come closer to them.
"What the fuck is this?! I can't use my own weapons!!", cried Lucian.
"Maybe it's because of the seal. By reducing your power, it also reduces your physical strenght and because of that, you can't use your sword or your spear.", Lucian returned the spear to his body as well. "And that means that you can't summon Jormungandr or Vannargand as long as you are sealed. Don't you have another weapon you can use?"
"....I have Hel.", said Lucian in a whisper. "No, I really don't want to use her."
"Do you have another idea?", asked Dyango arching an eyebrow.
Lucian sighed as he summoned the scythe on his hands that, surprisingly, wasn't as heavy as the others. The vampire groaned as he took it with both hands, looking at his younger broher.
"Fuck it."
Dyango smiled and followed Lucian to the battle. Lucian held Hel high above his head and, once it was charged, he stood on the floor and spun, cutting the enemy in thin slices. The gunslingers walked backwards in horror, only to be stuck and cut by the long blades from the scythe. But Lucian hated it. The scythe wasn't a very useful weapon, not compared to his sword and spear. It was too heavy and difficult to manipulate and he only had a few restricted moves for it, meaning he could only spin around with it or hit with it. If he wanted to stab, it would make him vulnerable for a few seconds the enemy could take advantage of.
All those negatives thoughts were felt by the scythe, more precisely, by the creature sealed in the weapon. Once it had enough, she firmly plated herself on the ground making Lucian lost his graps on it.
"What?!", he screamed to it. "Don't start bitching right now!! We don't have the time to do so!!", a solar bullet hit his arm and burned it a bit, making him more angered he was right now. He turned around and whiped out some of his dark power to kill the gunslinger that attacked him.
"How do you want me to fight with you if you only complain of how useless I am?!", cried out the scythe with a woman's voice. "It's obvious you preffer Vannargandr and Jomungardr over me!"
"Of course I do!", he whiped out another attack to a few gunslingers that were approaching him. "From all the weapons that exist, you have to turn into a useless scythe!!"
"You see?! I'm not going to help you if you keep thinking that way!!"
"Come on now, Hel! I can't summon Vannargandr or Jormungandr to help me because of this fucking seal! What do you want me to do?!"
"If you could summon me and use me, then you can find me a host and I will be able to help you! If you stop complaining about me, that's it."
Lucian laughed loudly, and grinned.
"And what garantees me that you will not try to kill me or Django? Or anyone in here? Don't you remember I am the only person that knows you really well and knows that if you are ever released from that scythe you might actually try to get over the world again, like fourty years ago!?"
".....Can't trick you anymore, can I? But then again, what are you going to do? You have a horde of powerful nobles against you, and your 'army' is only a few strong vampires and a few humans. How are you going to win without using me or the beasts in the current state your body and power are?"
Lucian opened his mouth but closed it again. Hel was right; he didn't have enough power to actually kill the nobles, if he hadn't the seal of course. But since he did, at some point he would have to reatreat and then sit and see that the war was actually lose. He didn't want that, not at all. He was not going to give his lands, his home to some assholes that pretends they know what the best for this world is.
"I'm your only choice right now.", to Hel's surprise, Lucian groaned but smiled.
"This is why I hate dealing with women."
"And for what you actually turned gay?"
"....we are NOT discussing my sexual preferences, not right now.", Lucian felt a shiver run down his spine at the mere thought of talking something so importat with someone that almost killed him, not to mention that raised him.
Lucian took the scythe on his hands again and looked out for Dyango and the others. He clearly knew he had to rush it up seeing how now the nobles were moving. Oyan had stopped attacking with his men time ago when the vampires from Ernest's group killed most of them. It was now or never.
"What? You want me to what?", said Dyango as he listened to what Hel said. "Where do you want me to find a female human in this war?!"
"I don't know, but I want one as my host.", answered the scythe. "I can't risk that my Dark Matter doesn't syncronize with a female vampire."
"From where we can get one?", said Dainn, thinking.
"There aren't much female humans I know...", said Dumas.
"What about Bea?", suggested Nish.
Everyone felt in silence, looking at each other.
"Bea?", repeated Lucian. "But she isn't with us, asshole!!", screamed.
"Then go and get her, dickhead!!", screamed Nish back.
"How?! She is in the Vambery! Even if I go at full speed, once I get there everyone will be dead here!"
"Can both of you cut it out already?!", interrupted Dainn. "I will go and bring her here, since I'm the fastest from all of you. But we need a good place were to perform the transmission."
"What about on the roof of some building?", suggested Dumas.
"Alright, I will be waiting onto that white one.", said Lucian, pointing a house right in front of him. "The others will have to endure until Dainn's back with Bea."
Everyone was dismissed seconds after. Dainn disappeared inside Lucian's shadow while the rest returned to the battle, where most of their group was being beated up heavily by the noble vampires. If Lucian and the others didn't manage getting rid of the seal in time, then there was no way they would be able to win. Even Nidhoggr was having troubles with the nobles. His machine was a great iron defense in all senses, but its lack of agility against the vampires made it an easy target for powerful attacks that damaged the iron protecs of it. One of the light bubbles was already broken and was making sparkles all the time. Nidhoggr took that to his advantage and was able to electrocute some nobles with it, but the nobles learned fast and already created a protection against the electricity.
While the soldiers were enduring in the battle field, Dainn traveled underground, towards the Vambery, where the rest of them were staying. It wasn't hard to know where Bea was, since where she was, Aaron was too. And Dainn didn't waste too much time knowing as soon as he knew, he enveloped the woman in his shadows, merely saying "we need your help" before vanishing once more. Aaron stood in his place, watching the spot where Bea once stood.
"What the hell is wrong with you?!", yelled Bea when Dainn finally made it back. "You scared the shit out of me!"
"I'm so sorry...", apologized the albino. "But... we are in a rush, actually, and I didn't have the time to explain."
Nish appeared behind Dainn as Lucian stood up holding the scythe in his hands. Bea gasped in surprise when Nish and Dainn grabbed her by her arms, and tangled their legs with hers, preventing her to move at all. She struggled, starting to feel fear. After all, she was just a female human being attacked by three strong vampire, one of them she didn't know at all, thought didn't know why he was using a weapon it belonged to Lucian.
"Hey, hey! Hands off!", screamed Bea.
"Shh, dear...", hushed Lucian as he approached the woman, scythe in hand. The weapon was already quivering. "This is going to hurt just a bit."
"What?! What are you doing?!", screamed again. "Let go! Let go!"
Lucian lifted the scythe above his head and quickly impaled it on Bea's back. The blades went through her body, soaking her uniform with her river of blood. She coughed up blood, and shivered in cold. The scythe turned black and enveloped the woman's body before she started to morph because of the Dark Matter. She grew taller, taller than the three vampires there. Her hair grew extremely long, forming three pairs of horns on her head; one upright just behind her head, the second one extending at her sides and the last one curling insides. Her skin turned greenish and her ears became pointy, like vampire's have. On her shoulders, appeared shoulder amors with spikes that turned into gloves encasing both of her arms. The eyes became sharper and the iris turned light purple, while her lips became more seductive and bloody red.
"Long time no see, Queen.", said Dainn when Hel finished controlling her host's body. Instead of just wearing her usual cloak and outfit, she simple desided to keep Bea's uniform but turning it pitch black.
Hel smirked.
"Sabata.", said as she watched her creation before her, with an extremely pissed off expression. Clearly, he wasn't nearly as happy as ever by having to see her again.
"Well? Get moving, we don't have the whole night.", said Lucian as he summoned what little he had of power to create some weapons.
"What? You don't have your Dark Gun anymore?", said the woman before jumping off the building.
Lucian looked at Dainn, who immediatly knew what that glare meant.
"Go now and bring me Hell."
"Why? Can't you use those weapons you just created?"
"Casket Armors were designed to resist solar bullets, not dark bullets.", answered Lucian. Dainn sighed and disappeared yet once more. "Can I ask you some of your ice?"
Nish smiled as he tossed to Lucian a sphere of ice. That sphere molded into the dark weapons the vampire just created.
"Thanks."
The ice vampire decided to leave as well, while Lucian stayed on the roof. He created a bow similar to the one Nish gave Dumas and started to look around, until he spot Oyan along with Neschume, both of them fighting back to back. Lucian created a dark arrow that put on the bow, tensing the tread, targeting... and letting it go. Luckily to Oyan, Neschume noticed it before the arrow could make contact on the human, but with this, Lucian's location was out.
"Now, now, are you going to be fine without me, North Leader?", asked the vampire.
"I don't think you will care what happens to me."
Neschume laughed as he dashed towards the building where Lucian was staying. The vampire boy noticed as well, looking around. He knew he wasn't a worthy opponent right now to the noble, having no power left, so he had to find somewhere to hide until Dainn returned with the Dark Gun.
"Aw, fuck!", mumbled when one of Neschume's whips grabbed his right leg, making him fall on his face. He kicked out his legs but the grip on it became tighter. It almost felt like when Aaron tied him up with his magic when Vannargandr took over his body.
"Ah, easy, Moon Beauty.", said Neschume when he reached the boy. Lucian trashed out his legs again as he stood up, but got down on the floor by the whip in seconds. "I told you to calm down!", shouted the noble as he trashed Lucian's body on the floor, hitting him with the sides of the building. The vampire boy groaned in pain as he lifted up his head. "Good, good!"
Lucian hissed, showing his fangs to the dark haired vampire as he walked closer, gripping and pulling on the whip that was grabbing the boy's leg right now.
"So, we finally meet, Moon Beauty. I have been dreaming of this day since a few... centuries.", he said with a fanged smile. "I must say I was extremely angered when your mother decided to turn her back to us....", he was interrupted when one of the arrows stuck on his right shoulder. Neschume thanked his quick reflexes or else he would have been reduced to ashes if that arrow hit his heart.
"Fuck you! Don't talk about my mother like you knew her!!", shouted Lucian as he gripped his teeth, cursing when the weapon didn't hit the target, but left enough time for him to get rid of the Dark Matter around his leg. Neschume gasped in pain as he retracted the whip. "She didn't want anything else but to live with my father!"
"Oh please, thirty years ago you weren't exactly saying these things! You hated your father!", exclaimed the noble as he broke the arrow, the weapon vanishin in the air.
Lucian grinned.
"I'm a hypocrite, so I change my mind several times depending on the situation."
He launched towards Neschume, with his claws stretching out and ready to stab on the noble, but the vampire was faster right now and was able to not only dodge, but also to punch Lucian on his stomach, getting rid of his air and obliging him to flintch. The vampire boy growled, digging his claws on the floor beneath him.
"Hypocrite, eh? Then...", said the noble. "What about you change your opinion right now? If you do, then maybe me and my family will take some mercy on your....", he gestured with his hands. "...family, too, including your mate.", Lucian hissed again, and Neschume laughed. "Well, I didn't expect you to agree in the first try but, what about if we ask Lord Vananrgandr, eh?", the boy tensed when the vampire took out from his pocket a piece of metal. "I bet he is already tired of staying in a body he can't take over completely."
"....the Crosses?", whispered Lucian, still trying to catch his breath.
"Oh, so you remember them! That's good!", clapped Neschume. "Because I can't tell you how much you are going to suffer with them."
This time, it was Neschume who launched towards Lucian, his right hand stretching out.
"But first I have to take out that annoying needle!", he screamed, grinning widely. "And once it's out, everything will be done!"
It would have been a critical hit if Lucian's shadow didn't morph right in front of Neschume, giving him a certain punch on his face, sending him backwards and rolling on the floor, knocking him off. Dainn cursed, grabbing his hand as he couldn't believe how hard the skull of that vampire was.
"Aw, shit!! That's some hard head he got there!!"
"Did you found it?", cried Lucian as he finally could stand up. A ball of shadow came out of Dainn's body and rested on his hands.
"It took some time... Dj had it really well hidden.", Lucian dismissed the weapons and took on hands the Dark Gun. The dark len glowed brightly when he started pouring his energy in it. Neschume, on the other hand, was slowly getting up, groaning and rubbing his face.
Lucian aimed to the noble and tried to shot, but only weak bullets were coming out. Seeing he would need some time to adjust to it again, he left the roof, telling Dainn to take care of Neschume. The albino groaned, seeing how the noble slowly stood up, feeling dizzy after the hard hit. Dainn summoned his shadows which covered a good portion of the roof, hidding his legs and feet in them. They started to rise from the floor and swirl around before solidifing and turning into deadly stalagmites, disappearing in the floor and reapearing under and next to Neschume, injuring his body and making him bleed quickly with the firsts hits. The noble would be already dead because of them if he wasn't a vampire, and thanks to that, he was able to recover quickly from his dizziness and dodge the following attack.
"I don't have the time to deal with you.", murmured Neschume before vanishing into a cloud of bats.
"Neither did I.", replied Dainn to the emptyness.
Nidhoggr was tackling the nobles with his giant machine, but it wasn't making any difference at all. Besides, it was already pretty much damaged from all the attacks it received and some parts of the iron armor were falling off or cracking in the weldings. He knew his machine wasn't going to endure more time under the nobles. He will have to withdraw it soon or Machine King was done for. Inside, the vampire boy was having a hard time. Some conections from the cameras had been ripped off, having only a few of them still working which mean he had blind spots that the nobles took advantage of. A nice hit shook the entire machine, making it lose balance and falling to the floor. Inside, the computer shut down completely despite Nidhoggr's tries in getting it on again. He would have to move carefully now that Machine King had no energy left to move. The nobles outside will either wait for him or come right inside to finish him right there. The vampire boy hated not being that good fighting so he just decided to run away for the moment. Before the nobles decided to enter, he hid in the shadows and left the machine.
"Weren't you having fun with your machine?", said Dainn when the vampire boy appeared below his feet.
"Machine King is done for the moment, and I'm not exactly a good fighter.", explained as he get out from it, Dainn helping him to his feet. "Did the others have some luck?"
"Barely. Those vampires are quiet something… but Lucian decided to bring back the Queen since he can't use his other two weapons because of a power seal he and Dyango has."
"The Queen? You mean Hel?", Dainn nodded to him. "And what are you doing here?"
It was a good question, actually. The shadow shifter wasn't fighting at all, just staying in the roof where Neschume fled time ago. The albino laughed nervously and his shadows swirled around him in a similar fashion.
"You aren't the type to help others, are you?", said Nidhoggr.
"It's not that I'm that type of person, just waiting for the inevitable.", the vampire boy looked at him in a weird way, not really knowing what he was talking about. "And you and I will have an important task to do once that happens."
Nidhoggr was still thinking what those words would mean, while the rest was still fighting to keep themselves alive. And it was a hard thing. Oyan didn't give them a break, neither did the nobles, and they were growing tired, especially the humans. Ernest was near his limits much like Kay, and the rest were as bad as them. The vampires couldn't fight against all of them in a single row; it was too much even for them. While they were much more resistant than humans, they still had a limit too. Soon they would have to retreat but Ernest didn't know how to do it without them knowing where they were going. They could use the teleportation of vampires towards the Dark Castle but, what if one of those nobles was able to track them down? The tanned man gripped his teeth. If they were spotted in the Dark Castle, they weren't going to be able to return to the Vambery. He couldn't put in risk to the ones waiting for their return. It's true that Dumas' vampires and the Terrennials were there too, but the possibility of hostages was too high to even think about it.
"Where the hell is Lucian?", said to no one in particular as he hid with Kay behind a crumbled house. "We need to get the fuck out of here."
"Is it safe like this to return to the Dark Castle?", asked the canid.
"I don't know, but if we don't, we will end up dead."
Ernest didn't know that Hel and Dyango were fighting against a group of nobles and Cyril's werewolves not so far from where he and Kay rested. He couldn't have known of it because of the noise others around him were doing. The Queen wasn't having problems at all, not even after being sealed in the scythe Ratatosk designed especially for her remains from the satellite. She wasn't out of shape, she hadn't forgotten how to fight and she was sure kicking their butts. Dyango recognized the attacks she used like the ones from the Immortals and the Guardians Sabata had under his command almost thirty years ago. She could fire the fireballs from the Iron Golem Muspellheim, create the blizzard attacks from the Snow Wolf Garmr, petrify them with the medusa like shots from Crying Banshee Carmilla and the floor attack the Count of Bloodsoaking Earth used. In those moments, Dyango remembered his youth, the recently death of his father, Ringo, how Hel kidnapped his own sister and Dyango's mother. His hands shook as he hit the enemy in the face.
It was torturous for him to remember all those things. He lost his mother but gained a bit of the affection of his older brother that fought with him against Hel, trying to get their mother back. When Ringo bit him, he truly thought his older brother was going to let him turn into a vampire seeing how little they knew each other and how little brotherhood they had (after all, Sabata DID hate him back then), but Sabata risked his own life to purifying him, they worked together with the puzzles in Spiral Tower, they worked together to defeat Dainn, Sabata helped him with Jormungandr… but the feeling of betrayal he had when Sabata stabbed his back, when he fought with him and Otenko, when he told him those harming words before tossing him to the prison and sealing him, leaving him to root to death…
Dyango hit another vampire, this time he managed to break his skull, killing it instantly.
He never felt so much anger and hatred towards someone, he never thought of having those feelings inside his heart. Despite the hate his older brother gave him, Sabata somehow loved him back, in his own twisted way but he did, and Django was happy that, at last, he had some family left where he could lean on, but when that happened, Django completely lost all hope for his brother to change and started hating him the moment the prison shut, the moment the darkness consumed him.
The vampire boy hissed, his fists turning black with Dark Matter as they turned into blades. With them, he stabbed one of them in the heart and took it off, watching how the vampire turned to ashes in front of him.
But he still had hopes for him. Something that Sabata told him before Hresvelgr sealed him made him still believe in his older brother. He knew Otenko hadn't hear it, he knew that Ratatosk didn't, he knew that no one but him did, and it was a promise Sabata made to him, in that silent night of Full Moon, watching the beautiful silver glow around his older brother Django knew his brother would keep his promise somehow. At first it was hard to make the idea in his head, Django knew it was remotely possible that Sabata succeed in his promise, but that didn't stop him from believing even having his heart full of hate towards him. It was that small, infantile and wishful promise which prevented Django from collapsing and letting his heart be corrupted by his vampire half.
In the end, alone in the cold and dark prison, he realized how much Sabata suffered when he was ripped apart from their parents, to know that his single younger brother didn't know about him, that wasn't an important part of his life. Django finally understood, in his solitude, how lonely Sabata felt when he was raised by Hel, and he cried, and he cried for days and nights for his older brother, how miserable his life had been thanks to him, who had been always been surrounded of warm people and feelings and a loving family. Because let's face it, Django had actually a family for almost twelve or fifteen years, when Sabata only got suffering and loneness, having to take care of his own, enduring the weird experiments they put him through…
Dyango knew that he wanted now to help his brother in fulfilling the promise he made long ago. He killed what it was now his fifteenth enemy, hissing when his wounds ached. If it wasn't for Dainn that after a few years managed to get his body back, he wouldn't have been able to get outside the prison, but it was too late to help his brother at that time.
"Then what are we going to do?", asked Dainn, watching how Django discarded his crimson scarf. There was no point in wearing his hunter clothes anymore.
"Ratatosk is probably going to run test on Sabata, to make him more powerful, to be able to get a better control at Vanargandr.", said Django as he sighed. He could feel the tip of his fangs nibbling his bottom lip. "I will help him from the shadows in trying to find a way to get rid of his Dark Matter."
"And how are you going to do it?", asked Dainn, following Django as the boy started to walk off from the prison he lived for around five years. Otenko's physical form had disappeared a few weeks later the door was shut, seeing how the sunflower wasn't getting any sunlight. But the one who actually followed him besides Dainn was Violet's little cat, Nero, who mewed like agreeing with Dainn.
"Researching, of course.", answered with a smile. "I will go into a little trip around the world collecting stories from other vampires and dhampirs, of humans and old magic, of vampire's behaving with each Moon phase until I'm able to find the answer.", Django feasted his hands into fists, as he looked up to Spiral Tower, now a black silhouette in the night and starry sky. "I'm going to find a cure to this vampirism Sabata and I share."
"Why? What did change your mind about your brother?", said the albino. "I can't understand that sudden change of heart."
Dyango smiled, now in the present, as he killed yet another one but receiving a hard kick on his ribs before he did.
"He promised….", started Django as he turned around to see Dainn, who was now holding on his arms the little black cat. "He promised to me he would change this world for better."
And he now, in the present, strongly believes that the promise was slowly, but surely, becoming true.