Disclaimer: The epic conclusion to this intense melee! The fights end with one particular ending in a big bang. As the dust settles and our heroes lick their wounds trouble yet again is on the horizon. Turns out, Klaus has been observing all the chaos caused on Fortuna and makes his appearance known. What is his reason for creating destruction on the small island? Get ready the ending to the Battle Royale will be intense.
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Chapter Thirteen- The Battle Royal Part 3
Kazuya laughed again as he sprinted forward and began wildly slashing at Anderson. His ferocious onslaught brought on by his tremendous increase in speed forced Anderson entirely on the defense. The Paladin priest struggled against his opponent's blows. Kazuya wielded his sword with one hand and rapidly hacked and attacked at Anderson. His demented laughs and wild grins only added to the maddening effect of his sudden transformation.
"Come on priest! Don't tell me this is all you've got! I haven't let loose like this in a long time so you're going to have put up a better fight. Otherwise I won't hesitate with slicing your ass to bits and mopping up your entrails!" the voice spoke as Kazuya reared back and kicked Anderson in his chest.
Anderson crashed to the floor before jumping back to his feet. He pulled out scores of bayonets and threw them to Kazuya. The assassin merely chuckled, his chilling voice echoing. He raised up his free hand as the blades raced toward him. His eyes glowed as his palm lit up and he stopped the blades just as they were about to hit. Anderson watched in horror as Kazuya smirked, flicked his hand and sent the blades back towards Anderson as the paladin dodged.
Anderson shouted and attacked, rapidly swinging with both his bayonets. Kazuya put on a twisted grin as he moved in and around each attack. He raised his sword to block before clashing with Anderson as they held the grip.
"Just what the hell have you become, Kazuya?" Anderson asked gritting his teeth and applying more pressure. Kazuya laughed and shrugged. "Doesn't really matter when you're a dead man, priest. Besides I'd be more worried about yourself instead of focusing on what I am" he answered.
Anderson narrowed his eyes still applying force as he pressed Kazuya back a little. "Are you a devil?" he asked.
"No. I'm something far worse. This fool Kazuya is simply a vessel. If I had it my way I would have parted ways with this clown ages ago. Unfortunately if he dies things would be quite awkward, so I'll just kill you and then deal with him" he said with a sinister chuckle. With a roar he shoved Anderson back and again pressed the attack.
Kazuya slashed three times, cutting Anderson across the chest. Anderson countered by slashing him deeply across the torso. Kazuya howled and staggered back, blood seeping out from his wound. With a crazed grin he began laughing as the wound instantly closed up. Smirking he threw his sword at Anderson who easily knocked it aside. The blade spinning rapidly in the air as Anderson used the opening to charge. Kazuya chuckled, taking his index finger and summoning the blade back as it spun. Anderson ducked and rolled away as Kazuya caught his blade and again attacked.
His speed began increasing, each movement leaving a faint after image in its wake. Anderson struggled under the attacks as he was forced on the defense. Kazuya switched grips, using his blade to knock away one of Anderson's bayonets. Taking his sword he then impaled the priest through his gut, blood oozing out as Anderson gasped and strained. Blood trickled down his lip which he quickly wiped away. Anderson used his last remaining bayonet to impale Kazuya directly through his heart. Kazuya staggered and then went limp, still maintaining his grip on Anderson as the Paladin tried slowly pulling himself free.
He was about to release himself when Kazuya suddenly jolted up and stopped his hand. "Sorry priest! It's going to have to take a lot more than that to kill me!" he shouted as he ripped Anderson's blade out and kicked the priest away.
Kazuya held the bayonet before crushing it with his bare hands. Anderson growled, his stomach wound slowly closing up as Kazuya likewise healed. Cackling wildly Kazuya shook his head. "I got to hand it to you priest. You're not entirely pathetic. This is more entertaining than I expected. But now I'm ready to get things amped up a little" Kazuya said as he laughed again.
Tensing his body he slowly raised his left hand towards Anderson. The priest pulled out two bayonets and took a defensive stance. Kazuya curled his fingers until he pointed at Anderson with his index and ring fingers. Black energy began forming at the tips of the two fingers, swirling in a tri-focused pattern. Kazuya put on a wild and sadistic grin, laughing as he focused the energy. The energy remained tri-focused as red and gold sparks of lightning began cracking and sparking. Kazuya's laughter grew more raucous as he howled and then said "BANG!".
He fired a highly potent and concentrated thin beam of energy that raced towards Anderson at a tremendous velocity. The beam was so intense it cast the room in a negative ambience before reaching its target. As the beam faded and the light returned normal Kazuya faced his opponent with a wide grin and chuckled.
Anderson dropped to both knees, panting heavily. His entire right arm as well as a portion of his shoulder was blown entirely off. Steam hissed from the fresh wound as the priest grunted and strained from the intense pain.
"Oops guess I over did it. It doesn't matter because your ass is mine priest!" Kazuya shouted raising two fingers again.
"I'll be sending you off to meet your maker now. Farewell Anders-" he began to say but was cut off. Kazuya's eyes widened considerably as he dropped his sword. He then clutched his head tightly with hands, shouting and howling at the top of his lungs. Anderson watched in confusion.
"NO! No you idiot you're gonna get us both ripped to pieces! I don't care if it's your body I'm looking out for us you fool! No goddamn it no! Stay out of this it's my fight! Urgh…DAMN YOU KAZUYA!" The voice shouted.
Kazuya then reared back, dropping his hands. Suddenly he screamed at the top of his lungs as his body shook violently. A massive black mist then erupted from his mouth swarming into the air and collecting above him. The mist continued pouring out as Anderson watched horrified. The initial violence ended as the black mist remained hovering over. Suddenly it lurched forward and in a thin vapor trail proceeded to squeeze back down Kazuya's throat into his body. After a few moments it had ended, with Kazuya heavily panting, drenched in sweat. Clutching his head tightly he slowly stood back to his feet, raised his head and stared at Anderson.
His entire face had transformed back. The stripped flaming tattoo was now gone, his eyes returned to normal color and his nails returned to normal color. With a deep heavy sigh he said "I'm back".
SvD…..
Dante emerged, transformed in his devil state. With a shout he rushed forward to Sion as the two again continued their duel. Dante slashed repeatedly with Rebellion as Sion countered with Oblivion. Sion raised Oblivion over head as he swung with tremendous force causing sparks to ignite. Dante shoved him back and swiped four times cutting Sion across his chest. Sion countered by swiping Oblivion and knocking Dante in the air. Jumping the two hovered as they began rapidly slashing and banging their swords together.
Landing they jumped back several feet, holding their swords in front of each other. Neither moved for several moments before they each disappeared in a flash of red light. They reappeared on the far side of the room as Dante slashed with his sword causing Sion to duck. They again disappeared, reappearing on the other side with Sion mounting the attack as he slashed with one hand and Dante deflected the blade with Rebellion. They continued this pattern, using their immense speed to dash around the room at break neck speeds while still attacking and defending.
Sion struck down hard with Oblivion and held the grip tightly. Dante shoved him back causing him to back flip several times before Sion flipped and kicked himself off the wall and dashed forward again. Dante dodged and flipped then rolled over Sion who turned to face his opponent.
Sion increased the aura of his restrained form, the crimson energy burning intensely as his hair flapped. Dante likewise increased the aura and output of his devil form. Both sprinted to each other and clashed blades. Sion shoved Dante back and charged forward swinging Oblivion sideways as Dante jumped back and countered by swinging Rebellion. The two men had been battling for close to an hour now and were now reaching their peak.
Dante jumped back avoiding a final assault from Sion as he de-powered returning to his normal state. Sion watched curiously as Dante then jammed Rebellion into the ground, took a deep breath and sighed.
Sion's fiery aura dissipated as he watched his opponent. "Giving up?" he asked watching Dante.
The devil hunter shook his head. "Not at all. But this doing it with swords gets kinda stale after a while don't ya think?" Dante asked. Sion shrugged his shoulders, "I suppose" he said placing his own sword across his shoulder. Dante then put on a wicked smirk, "Then about time I set this thing up a notch" he said.
Dante then spread his feet apart as he tensed his shoulders. He began waving his arms in front as his feet slid closer together and he placed his right foot behind assuming what somewhat resembled a martial arts stance. With a shout flashing light began forming at Dante's arms, feet, face and across his back. The light soon dissipated as Dante stood there wearing a set of gauntlets, greaves, a face mask and back armor. The weaponry was a metallic design with pulsing and glowing light. Dante waved his arms once more before the gauntlets on his arm ejected a set of thrusters which spewed out energy. Now equipped with the Gilgamesh gauntlets Dante's physical attacks were imbued with tremendous force. With a smirk Dante faced Sion and said "Let's rock" before sprinting forward.
Sion slashed twice with his sword as Dante hopped back letting the attack sail past him harmlessly. Dante then countered by charging forward and raising his right hand in a vicious counter punch, rocking Sion's jaw and sending him crashing across the floor. Sion quickly stood to his feet and watched as Dante threw a series of vicious punches. Sion used Oblivion to deflect some of the blows but in time it proved ineffective. Dante punched in a strong overhand right before following up with a high section roundhouse kick sending Sion flying into the air as Oblivion fell to the floor. Dante dropped his fist, using the thrusters to charge up power as they fired off a stunning force of energy. Dante then shouted and leaped into the air after Sion. Raising his right fist he performed a spinning uppercut that connected with Sion's body as his opponent bent over from the sheer force of the blow. Dante then kicked Sion back down to the floor as he crashed in a massive explosion forming a small crater.
Landing back down, Dante stared at where his opponent fell. Panting heavily he wiped his brow, ejecting his face mask. Dust had filled the room from Sion's impact which slowly began to clear. After several moments Sion could be seen limping out from where he impacted into the ground. He was cut and bruised badly and had a gaping wound to his chest and torso. Spitting out blood he shook his head and panted. "Not bad Dante. Not bad at all. I have to say, this has been the toughest fight I've had in decades" he said watching Dante.
Dante shrugged and then chuckled. "Thanks. You're not too shabby yourself" he complimented back. Sion wounds slowly began to close up. His hair and eyes returned to their normal color as his transformation ended. Walking over to where Oblivion had fallen he picked up his beloved battle companion and held it across his shoulder.
"I would expect nothing less from the son of the Legendary Dark Knight. I can see that Sparda's power flows in your veins. You would do your old man proud" Sion said facing him.
At that point Dante narrowed his eyes. "It's funny dude. You talk about my father as if you actually knew the guy" he said.
Sion strapped Oblivion across his back. "Because I did know your father. I was there, Dante. I was there the day Sparda defeated the armies of Hell and saved this world from damnation. And here's the kicker" Sion said folding his arms across his chest and smirking.
"I ruled the Demon World after he sealed it away" Sion said watching Dante's expression drop.
TvA…
Trish sighed and placed the sword Sparda across her back. She turned to walk away when he suddenly felt a chilling presence. Turning back around she saw Alucard's body pulsate as his head rolled up and his eyes flashed. "No way" Trish said removing her hand guns and preparing to fire. Booming laughter filled the air as Alucard began the very gruesome regeneration process as his body began to place itself back together. In time the vampire count stood completely healed and dressed in a red jumpsuit. With a wild grin he pulled out his own pistols and opened fire shooting Trish in her stomach and torso. Trish retaliated by firing off her pistols.
Alucard began laughing as a form of black mass emerged in front, absorbing the bullets fired. The mass then took the shape of a massive hellhound was the beast drooled puddles of saliva before snapping and snarling. It sprang forward with great speed as the rest of Alucard's body transformed into various horrific shapes. Trish fired frantically with her weaponry. Placing her guns away she slashed repeatedly with the sword Sparda. She sliced one hound in half, but it quickly reformed and proceeded to bite into her arm as he knocked it off. She fired several large and concussive bolts of lightning as Alucard increased his frenzied onslaught.
Laughing wildly the vampire count reared back. His body turned pitch black as a series of eyes formed in the center. Massive black hands began sprouting from the floor in front and from his body as he again morphed.
"Is this truly it? How much longer must I wait before I see the true extent of your power? Come on! Hurry up! Hurry! HURRY!" Alucard shouted.
Trish back flipped several times, avoiding his attacks. Landing she pressed both her palms together as she grit her teeth and glared. "Fine! Than take THIS!" she shouted. Trish opened her palms as she fired and enormous and wide beam of powerful lightning. Alucard raised his eyes in surprise as his body was rocked over and over with the powerful voltage. Trish continued pouring energy into the beam, lasting several moments before she ceased firing and collapsed to her knees, panting heavily.
Alucard's horrifying transformations had stopped as his body was reduced to a mere stump. Steam hissed off his body as blood pooled and collected in his mouth before he spat it out. Despite the severity of his wounds a grin slowly creapt unto his face as he began laughing.
"Ahh…very good. Very good indeed Trish. You have power far more spectacular than I could have anticipated. You ma'am, are very amusing" Alucard said as his body slowly began to heal itself. The enormous mass of shadows he had formed slowly began to retreat back into his body as his injuries healed up and he stood to his feet, hair flowing loosely as he chuckled and began clapping his hands.
Trish rolled her eyes and slowly stood back to her feet. "You get such a rush out of the chaos of fighting. Tell me Alucard what it that drives you and Dante like this is?" she asked.
Alucard smirked and calmly folded his arms. "There is something so deliciously satisfying in the spirit of fighting. Nothing quite lives up to the feeling of brutalizing and dominating your enemies. The ability to mercilessly crush, shred and slice your enemies is one of the few true pleasures of this world. It's a shame more people don't see it that way" he said eying her curiously.
"Then I take it you still wish to fight?" Trish asked. Alucard chuckled; he placed his pistols away and turned away from Trish. "Fighting you anymore at this point would be pointless. Besides there is something else on its way. Some greater evil is on its way" the vampire count said as Trish stared curiously.
SvS…
Seth continued snapping and clawing at Seras, pinning the young vampire to the floor. Seras grabbed him by the mane and pushed back as she slid her feet underneath and kicked him off. Seth bounded back, shaking his mane as he stared with his golden eyes and snorted. He began pacing; the muscles in his powerful body began flexing as he let out a low rumble before roaring and charging again. He collided with Seras, clawing and swiping her as she strained and tossed him back. Seth roared and kicked with his back paw as she was knocked back into the wall. Seth bared his fangs and jumped forward as he attempted to slash at her torso but Seras spread forth her black shadows. Seth was entangled as he quickly struggled to free himself. His mane ruffled as he roared and growled tearing at the black mass encircling him.
After a few moments Seth jumped out and landed in the center of the room, facing Seras and bleeding from his torso, back and shoulders. He quickly shifted back to his normal form, now shirtless, barefoot and with his black pants torn. Panting heavily his wounds slowly began to heal and close up as he faced Seras. Seras raised her eyebrow curiously, "This is pointless" she said.
"Shut up" Seth said frowning and pointing a finger at her angrily. The two stared each other down before Seras asked. "Hey you said you were a Shape Shifter. So what is a lion the only thing you can turn into?" Seras said.
Seth blinked twice, "No I can turn to virtually any animal" he said. Seth's eyes glowed and his body began shaking, initiating another phase. With a shout Seth quickly turned into a very large and ferocious Gray Wolf. His ears pointed up as Seth reared back and let out a long howl. He then stared at Seras before speaking.
"We shifters can turn to any animal once we've seen it." He spoke to her as his fur bristled and he let out a low growl. Seras stared, amazed. "Oh wow" she said watching Seth as his tail twitched. Seth snorted twice before shifting back to his normal state.
Shaking his head he sighed, walking over to the other side of the room and grabbing his shield and sword. Placing the shield across his back he grabbed his sword and turned back to Seras. "There's no point in us fighting anymore. Besides, I've got a bad feeling. There's something about to happen. Something evil is coming" Seth said sheathing his sword and watching Seras. "Well then, I suppose we should get back to our original mission. Find out why LOD has sent vampires here" Seras said. The two then exited the room, bringing an end to their battle.
NvM….
Nero stood to full height, panting heavily as the dust soon settled and the smoke cleared. His Devil Bringer arm continued glowing blue as energy cracked and sparked as he shook it. Staring down he then gasped. Michael's body was nowhere to be seen. His black coat lay tattered and torn with blood stains covering it. Nero quickly looked to his right. On the far side of their battle ground stood Michael, bleeding from several wounds along his body. His right eye was shut as he panted and gripped his sword tightly. Strangely, Michael then put on a sadistic and enthusiastic grin. "Not bad kid. It's been a while since I've been pushed this far. That last attack was more than I expected." Michael stated.
Nero eyes flashed, quickly turning to a burning red color as he transformed back to his devil state. Michael's right arm glowed bright before the rest of his body did. He pulled his sword out the scabbard as gold light surrounded the blade as he gripped it tightly. Once again the spectral outline of a massive and powerfully built Werewolf formed above. "This sword was made from the fang of the first ever Lycan elder, Weylin. It is imbued with the souls of over 2,000 of our ancestors. Fenrir is my battle companion." He said waving the weapon.
Nero pulled out Red Queen, holding his trademark weapon in front as the spectral form of his devil trigger wielded the Yamato overhead. Michael then waved Fenrir again before slowly sheathing the blade back into its scabbard. He then dropped into a low stance; his left foot sliding back with his right in front. His right arm dropped low in front as his body tensed. His thumbed pressed against the cross guard of his sword, ready to draw in a quick motion.
"I don't care how many souls you have or whatever. This fight is going to end with your head by my feet" Nero said strongly. Michael's eyes narrowed, "Then let's finish this. One draw is all I will need" the alpha wolf said.
Both men stared at each other, Michael channeling his power into his blade as the entire form glowed bright gold. His body was still traced by the outline of his Bloodline ability. The wolf form above began snapping and periodically howling. Nero's Devil Trigger specter sheathed the Yamato as it too prepared to draw. Nero gripped Red Queen with both hands, revving the handle he charged the Exceed system to its maximum level as the blade turned a dark and fiery crimson orange color with small flames igniting along the base. His eyes flashed, his body tensed. This was going to be it.
Nero shouted and charged forward, seemingly gliding along the floor as he swung Red Queen to his right, revving the handle a final time. Michael howled and likewise charged, his energy output being so great it caused the ground to crack and several slabs of concrete to be upheaved. Both men raced to each other at breakneck speed. Michael began drawing his long slender katana. He then did an interesting movement by taking an extra step with his left foot just as he finished drawing and meeting Nero's blade as both men let out a deep and primal shout. The two blades collided as gold and blue energy mixed together surrounding them in a dome of light before spreading out and engulfing the whole room. A massive and deep explosion filled the room carried out by a powerful BOOM sound. The room rocked violently as the walls crumbled and broke away.
The initial attack lasted seconds but the aftershock of their collision lasted several moments. Smoke and dust soon cleared showing Michael and Nero standing apart from each other, backs facing one another. Michael held his scabbard with his left and held Fenrir with his right. Nero gripped the Red Queen tightly with both hands. A moment passed before the young knight dropped to his knees. Blood burst from a deep and nasty laceration across his chest, spilling onto the floor as he coughed up blood and dropped his sword. Michael's body rocked violently before he too succumbed to savage wounds. A deep cross shaped wound tore into his torso and abdomen, blood trailing from the wound as he spat up blood and crashed to the floor.
"Damn" both men said as they succumbed to their injuries. Nero held his body as it slowly began healing. He turned to stare at Michael as the Werewolf howled in pain. Clutching his torso Michael watched as his injuries slowly closed up. His pants were torn as was his shirt from his left shoulder down diagonally his body.
"Unreal. That much power in his being. Truly a devil in his own right" Michael said turning to where his sword had fallen. Despite his wounds and weakened state Michael managed a small grin. "Heh heh. Well I would say this fight ended in a draw. You're good kid" he called out to Nero as he struggled to get to his feet. Nero shook his head, he too beginning to chuckle. "A draw huh? I'm kinda disappointed in myself then" he said facing the alpha wolf who finally rose to his feet. Michael went and retrieved his sword then turned and faced Nero. "The right hand of a devil. Clearly you're no ordinary kid. Never got your name either" he said.
Nero hesitated. "It's Nero"
"Nero huh? Not a bad name. I'm Michael" he answered back. Nero went and grabbed the Red Queen and placed it behind his back. "So then Michael all that said and done why the hell did you come here in the first place?" Nero asked.
Michael sighed. "That priest has been causing some rather, 'unpleasantness' for my boss" he explained. Nero blinked twice. "Your…boss? You mean you work for someone? Werewolves have benefactors or something" he cracked. Michael smirked, "In a way of speaking. Yes we do, or rather my pack and I. You see we serve our master, Vladimir who leads a special ops organization in Russia. We hunt for supernatural beings and we make nice trophies out of them. Fairly similar to what you do here on Fortuna" Michael stated.
"Ok so you were after that priest. But for what? What exactly has he done?" Nero asked. "It's rather complicated. Unfortunately I will have to fill you in later. We have more pressing matters to attend to" Michael said turning to walk away.
"The hell are you saying?" Nero asked. With his back still turned Michael answered. "You must have felt it. I'm sure you did. Some greater threat is coming. An ancient evil."
Michael again waved his sword before slowly sheathing it into its scabbard. "And what kind of evil is this?" Nero asked watching his retreating form. Michael prepared to answer when a booming and chilling voice suddenly filled the air.
"That would be me, my young friend" the voice answered. Nero and Michael stopped, their eyes widened at the mysterious voice. However they were not the only ones whom heard it. From their various positions all through the headquarters, Alucard, Trish, Sion, Dante, Seras and Seth all heard as the unknown being spoke to them.
"I have observed your battles quite carefully. Very impressive. I would expect nothing less from you all." It said again.
Sion and Dante looked around, trying to find the source. "What the hell?" they said in unison. From their location Trish narrowed her eyes as Alucard chuckled. "Now now. I wonder who this could be" the vampire answered as he let a challenging tone creep to his voice.
Seras and Seth looked in confusion with Seth in particular looking horrified. He clenched his fists tightly as he growled and said "It's him. That bastard, Klaus. I remember his voice" he said as Seras turned to look at him.
"Very good Seth. It is indeed I, Klaus. I have come to deliver a message to you all regarding LOD's plan to free the human race from its greatest lie. Journey to the Grand Alum Bridge, at the very peak of the Headquarters. We will meet in person there" Klaus' voice said before trailing off.
Nero sucked his teeth as Michael stared off blankly. "Klaus huh? Well then let's see what LOD has cooked up" he said walking and exiting the room. Nero hesitated before following. 30 minutes passed before everyone had made the journey to the top of the headquarters. Turning a corner Michael was shocked to see Alucard approaching, with Trish close behind. "You're here too?" he asked the vampire count who chuckled. "I couldn't let an opportunity to duel slip by me. Tell me have you seen Dante?" he asked.
"Right here dude" Dante answering approaching the group with Sion following closely. Nero raised his eyes surprised to see Dante. "What? And I suppose you had to tag along as well?" he asked as Dante shrugged. Finally approaching were Seth and Seras. "Yo Sion you know what the hell is going? Wait..who are they?" Seth asked approaching the group of strangers. "Introductions will have to wait for now. Klaus is here so this may be our chance to end this" Sion replied.
"I doubt it will be that simple but let's get this over with" Michael replied turning to leave. The group then made their way to the top of the headquarters, a majestic and alluring sight that overlooked the entire island of Fortuna. Walking up they notice three individual standing in the center. One was Anderson, although badly wounded with his right arm missing. The other Kazuya, likewise injured and without his mask and cloak. Alucard immediately began laughing wildly causing Anderson to turn and glare at him.
"HAHAHAHA! What a sight? I take it you enjoyed this little melee then Anderson" he asked approaching. On their way over each person explained their respective fights with each other.
Anderson swore and casually reached for a blade to pull out but thought better of it. "Just you wait vampire. The real fun has yet to begin" he said. Alucard prepared to respond when he looked past Anderson. First at the assassin and then at the individual in the center.
Wearing a long hooded black cloak and a steel gray mask with slitted eye holes Klaus turned to face the group. Clapping his hands he chuckled and began to speak.
"Welcome friends. I have enjoyed the calamity here. My name is Klaus and I am the leader of LOD. My time here is over so I will be brief. I set the stage to draw you all here on purpose. I wanted to see what it is our opponents can dish out. And I was not disappointed. You have shown great strength. Exactly what I would expect from the great vampire Alucard, his progeny Seras Victoria, the young knight Nero, the Werewolf Michael, the Son of Sparda Dante, the Paladin Father Alexander Anderson, the lovely Trish, the Shape Shifter Seth and the Hundred Killer himself, Sion. The pinnacle of supernatural power" Klaus said praising the group's respective titles and powers.
Dante turned curiously to Sion who stared at Klaus. "Hundred Killer? Wonder what that's about?" he said to himself.
Nero pulled out Blue Rose and pointed. "You bastard. What the hell is your plan? Why are there vampires running wild here? What are you really after?" he threatened.
Klaus again chuckled before he began pacing. "Quite simply, we are after peace. True peace and freedom. Mankind has forever been enslaved by the notion of free will. You see, right at the formation of the early church I discovered that free will is an illusion of control. There is no free will. Human beings have been lied to through the centuries that their every action is made possible by freely choosing. LOD is aware of the truth and we will spread that truth to all of humankind" he explained.
Sion stepped forward. "Your member Constance said you want to eliminate free will. She also told us you have a weapon to achieve this. Tell us how?" he asked.
"Our device can eliminate and remove the subject's memories and emotions. Their personalities, feelings, thoughts, everything can be removed with this weapon. Essentially, they are left hollow, empty, dull, soulless but ultimately controllable. I am going to activate it, and use it to subjugate the human race to our goal. That device is called the Eye of Heaven." Klaus responded.
"That's bullshit! None of this makes any sense!" Nero asked still pointing Blue Rose. Klaus again chuckled and watched as Trish stepped forward. "So that's it? You want to rule and control the world? How cliché. I expected something with a bite more flair" she said tossing her hair. Klaus stared, "Oh no my dear it isn't the world we seek, but humans. The truth is when left on their own and under the false guise of free will, human beings become flawed miserable angry violent and disgusting creatures. Turning the world they claim to love into squalor and waste. I am going to stop that. Human beings need power and control placed over them. Without it, there is no such thing as freedom or peace. It's just an idea the powerful like to hold over the weak." Klaus explained.
"So you're a man after peace huh?" Michael asked folding his arms. Klaus did not answer instead cocking his head. "You bastard, how about showing us that face and letting me kick its teeth out" Seth growled reaching for his sword.
Klaus remained motionless for a moment. Suddenly there was a deep rumbling sound violently shaking the ground. A massive gust of wind swept through the area as the group shielded themselves. The sky grew dark as storm clouds suddenly formed. There was the mighty roar and bang of thunder as the sky turned darker. Above them a massive shape began to form out of the cover of clouds. Nero pointed Blue Rose up and stared horrified. "What the hell is that?" he asked.
Descending from the clouds was a massive bat. It had an enormous wingspan of at least 100 feet. It had piercing black eyes with violet pupils and a short gray tail. It opened its mouth revealing rows of sharp teeth as it screeched at the top of its lungs. Riding on top of the bat sitting on a harness was Rashkor, holding strap as it snapped them causing the beats to descend lower. Rashkor faced the group, his eyes instantly meeting Seth as he grinned baring filthy teeth.
"RASHKOR!" Seth shouted sprinting forward. Rashkor jumped off the bat's body, falling to the ground and removing his two battle axes. Seth jumped in the air, pulling his shield and sword out as they clashed weapons and landed back down. Rashkor and Seth began a brief duel. Rashkor using his axes with profound efficiency; slashing and parrying Seth's attacks. Seth brought his shield up, blocking the two axes as they held the embrace. The bat overhead continued screeching and howling. Each time it flapped its mighty wings there was a fierce gale of wind.
"You piece of shit, siding with these clowns" Seth said shoving Rashkor back who laughed and waved his axes. "Come Seth I'll be sure to send you on your way to Hell. And do say hi to your dearest mother for me" he taunted. Seth grit his teeth and sprinted forward shouting at the top of his lungs. Rashkor deflected his attacks before swinging with one ax as Seth back flipped back.
At that point Sion teleported in between them, knocking back Rashkor and restraining Seth. "Calm down Seth! I know how much you hate him but now is not the right time." He said trying to calm his friend down. Seth grit his teeth before settling down.
Rashkor laughed and placed his axes away. He then snapped his fingers as the bat lowered one wing allowing him and Klaus to climb back on. Gripping the harness he watched the group below.
Klaus stood on top of the beasts head. "You asked to see my face Seth. Well…" he said trailing off. Klaus removed his mask and let it drop to the ground below. He ran a hand through his hair, smiled and stared back down.
Klaus had dark bronze colored hair in a flowing and slightly wavy pattern reaching the nape of his neck. He had two locks hanging over his face and a goatee. His most striking feature were his eyes; his right eye had an electric green iris and black pupil while his left had a red iris and black pupil.
"Understand this. I am building a new world. To achieve that world I am bringing an end to this one. I will make my dream of peace a reality. The human race will be bound to my will. It will be a world without death or strife, hatred or fear. Farewell for now, the next time we meet you will see me put my plans into action." Klaus said grinning. The bat howled a final time as it flapped its wings and took flight, disappearing back into the storm clouds. After several moments the clouds dispersed as sunlight broke through.
The group remained silent for some time. Nero placed Blue Rose away and sighed. "Well then guess it's over. For now at least" he said facing the group. "Let's head back home Seth" Sion said patting his friend on his shoulder. Seth sighed and sheathed his sword. "Yeah, sure." He said gently as the two turned to walk away.
Michael eyed everyone curiously before setting his sight on Kazuya.
"You there" he said as the assassin turned to face him. "Why did you come here to Fortuna? Has someone on this island made your hit list?" he asked.
"No. Not at all. The truth is I knew that LOD were planning to strike here. I also knew that the priest would be sent as well. You see, LOD and I have a rather complicated past. They even tried to kill me at one point" he said watching Michael's reaction.
Kazuya sighed and turned to walk way. "My business is done here" he said. "Wait. What is your past with LOD?" Michael asked.
Kazuya paused. "LOD once hired me to kill certain individuals. Collateral damage they called it. But after that I went rogue, slaughtering those that transgressed God's law and had not faced judgment for their sin. I'm sorry but your boss will have to wait before he deals with me. There is something that requires my attention. Farewell" he said sprinting off.
Dante walked up to Michael, "You going after him?" he asked. The Werewolf shook his head. "No, something tells me it won't be long before we see him again. Are you coming back to Russia with me?" he asked.
Dante shrugged, "Doesn't really matter. All the fun is over here." He answered simply as Michael smirked.
"Hey Dante, I'll catch up with you some other time then" Trish said walking past the two. "Yeah sure thing babe. Well folks it's been fun. " Dante said waving two fingers as he and Michael likewise walked away.
Alucard sighed. "Let's go, Seras. All this sunlight is putting me to sleep" he complained as Seras dropped her jaw. "Uh, right! Sir!" she said running after her master.
And so the vicious battles plaguing Fortuna had finally ended. Nero watched as everyone, including the wounded Anderson departed back to their respective homes. The young knight in time came to find out that the vampire menace was over as well. But with Klaus' threat of enslaving the human race looming ever so closer, could our heroes do what is necessary to stop his evil plot?
End Chapter
Whoo, well that wraps up this part of the story. Hope you guys enjoyed this insane melee as I had so much fun typing it up. Coming up everyone returns to report on the chaos at Fortuna. With Klaus beginning to form his plan of subjugating humans can our heroes put a stop to him?
What is Kazuya's history with LOD? Why did they use him in the past? Answers to these and other questions will soon be revealed in the coming chapters. Thanks for reading and stay tuned!