As Ben was burning in divine flames he decide enough was enough, this guy had to be beaten and there was only one way to beat him…. he had to pull his ace card against this guy.

Ben, while being in pain and floating in space with injuries from the battle. "ugh.. I can't belive, I have to pull him out…." Ben was Waybig was slowly touching the Omnitrix to transform into Alien X, but there's was a malfunction. The Omnitrix started to have lighting coming out of it, Dracul was closing in trying to cut Waybig's neck it a void tail.

In an unexpected twist, a lighting bolt from the Omnitrix transfers the celestialspaien DNA staight to Dracul. Dracul is transformed into Alien X!

Within Alien X, Dracul found himself standing in a black, star-studded void, face-to-face with two celestial beings: Bellicus, the voice of rage and aggresion and Serena, the voice of love and compassion.

"Who dares intrude upon Alien X's cosmic council?" Bellicus boomed, his eyes blazing with cosmic fury.

Serena regarded Dracul with a cool, measured gaze. "A new consciousness has entered this body to replace Ben as the voice of reason, but not by choice. You are… unusual."

Dracul, now aware of his connection to these two powerful beings, looked around, momentarily confused. "What is this place? Who are you?"

"You stand in the realm of Alien X," Serena explained. "We are the guiding voices, deciding how this power is wielded."

Bellicus, the less patient, glowered at Dracul. "And no mortal commands this power without our consent. State your business before I crush you where you stand."

Dracul narrowed his eyes. "I am no mere mortal. I am Dracul, I am the Prince of Darkness, God's Champion. I have defeated gods and wielded the energy of the divine. I do not seek your permission—I will use this power as I see fit."

Bellicus laughed, his voice booming across the void. "You think you can command us? The arrogance! You may have tasted power, but we are beyond gods!"

Serena interrupted, her voice calm but firm. "Alien X power is not to be abused, with it, you can reshape reality, yes, but every action has consequences."

Dracul's gaze darkened as memories of his past life flooded back—the death of his wife, Marie, the battles he fought, and the sacrifices he made. With Alien X's power, he could undo it all. He could bring Marie back, rewrite history, and undo his curse.

"You speak of consequences, but I have lived through them!" Dracul growled. "I have endured lifetimes of pain, regret, and darkness. With this power, I can bring my wife back. I can undo the past!"

Bellicus snarled. "You will do nothing unless we agree! No power can be wielded without our decision."

Serena nodded. "This power is not simply a tool for your desires. Altering reality could cause untold damage—"

"I do not care!" Dracul cut her off, his voice booming. "I've already lost everything. Balance, order, and consequences are meaningless to me. You will help me, or I will bend you to my will."

For the first time, Bellicus and Serena hesitated, sensing the divine essence within Dracul. He wasn't just another being inside Alien X—there was something different about him, a power not even they fully understood. It resonated with a familiar divinity as if he carried a fragment of the very god they had seen echoes of in their countless encounters across realities.

Bellicus sneered, his aggression tempered by caution. "What makes you think we will listen to your demands, mortal? Your pain is insignificant in the grand scheme of the universe."

Serena's expression softened. "You miss her, don't you? Marie. The love of your life." She leaned forward slightly, her ethereal form glowing warmly. "I understand loss. I understand the pain that comes with it."

Dracul's cold, stoic demeanor cracked, if only slightly. The thought of Marie—his beloved, the one light in his dark, cursed life—pierced through the armor of despair and rage he had worn for centuries. "I don't just miss her," he muttered, his voice lower. "She was everything to me. She was my redemption... the only thing that kept me from becoming a monster." He looked up at Serena, his eyes pleading.

Bellicus crossed his arms, glaring. "Oh, please. Do you think we haven't heard that sob story a thousand times? What about the countless others who've died because of your path to power? You can't just undo your mistakes, mortal."

Serena, however, was touched by Dracul's sincerity. She turned to Bellicus. "Bellicus, this is not about undoing the past. It's about healing the pain of one soul. Yes, there are consequences to tampering with life and death, but this man has suffered for centuries. Perhaps, for once, we can allow him to find peace."

Dracul's face hardened. "I don't need your pity"

Bellicus smirked and leaned, eyeing Dracul with a mixture of disdain and challenge. "Oh, I see what's going on here. You don't want to make things right. You want to rewrite your story because you can't face your failures. You think reviving Marie will erase the fact that you became a monster. You want to live in a fantasy, where none of this ever happened."

Dracul's fists clenched, his voice turning cold. "I would rather live in that fantasy than continue to walk this cursed path. I did everything I could to prevent her death. I became a monster to save the world, and for what? Nothing but endless pain."

Serena spoke up before the tension could escalate. "Bellicus, there's something else. Can you sense it? The energy in him... it's not just cosmic." She tilted her head, examining Dracul closer. "This is divine. He's been touched by a higher power. Not just any deity, but the very essence of the Christian God."

Bellicus frowned. "That's why the Omnitrix malfunctioned. It's like his soul is carrying divine interference. That explains the power he wields—but it also explains why we can't just reject him." He glanced at Dracul with renewed intensity. "You were chosen for something greater."

Dracul's eyes narrowed. "I was chosen to be a champion. I fought and killed for the sake of mankind, and yet I have suffered more than any man should." He looked up at the two cosmic beings. "If you can see the divine in me, then you should know I am not asking for something trivial. I've defeated Satan himself. I'm not a mere mortal seeking a fleeting wish. I want to bring balance back to my life. That's all."

Bellicus considered Dracul's words, still unconvinced. "So, you bring back your wife. What next? You live happily ever after? That's not how this works. You're bound to this world by your curse, by your decisions. Changing the past doesn't change you."

Serena, more sympathetic, countered, "He may still find redemption, Bellicus. He's done countless good, and terrible things, yes, but he's also suffered greatly. Perhaps... this is his chance for peace."

But Dracul's voice cut through the debate. "If you stand in my way, I'll take the power from you myself. I have faced worse gods than you."

The void around them seemed to tremble as Dracul's divine energy flared, mixing with the cosmic might of Alien X. Bellicus smirked, amused by the challenge. "Oh, now you're talking! Do you want to punish the real enemy? Then fine. Go after the one responsible for your pain. Go after Satan. You want vengeance, don't you?"

Dracul's eyes glowed brighter, fueled by the idea of punishing the one who led to his downfall. "I already have punished Satan," he said coldly. "He's dead by my hand."

Bellicus laughed. "You think that was the end? Satan is like a disease. His influence lingers. You want to make real change? Punish him eternally. Forget this dream of a peaceful life. You're a warrior. Act like one!"

Serena, however, gently intervened. "No, Dracul. You must choose your own path. You've lived in torment long enough. If bringing back Marie is what you truly desire, then we can help. But you must be certain, for this will change everything."

"I…" Dracul began, his voice wavering, torn between the weight of his past and the hope for a future. For the first time in centuries, he felt unsure of the right choice. He was no longer just a warrior. He was a broken man searching for salvation.

Dracul stood tall in the void, his eyes cold and resolute. The internal debate, the agony of choice, was over. He had made his decision. With a flick of his wrist, his Shadow Whip materialized, crackling with dark energy. Bellicus had barely enough time to react before the whip lashed out, striking him square in the face mask that he was and sending him hurtling backward into the endless void.

Bellicus grunted in surprise as he stumbled back. "What the—!?" His voice boomed with disbelief. "You dare strike me? You insignificant—" He was smaked by Dracul Sustained Whip attack, beign hti multiple times until his mask body started to show cracks.

Serena, equally shocked, stood up, her calm demeanor faltering for the first time. "Dracul, what are you doing?!"

Dracul's eyes gleamed with a fury that had been growing ever since he stepped into the cosmic realm. "I'm not here to be lectured by cosmic overseers who have never felt the pain I've endured." His voice was a low growl, full of venom. "You talk about punishment, about power, but you've never had to sacrifice everything for a cause. I have."

Bellicus, recovering from the blow, floated back up, glaring at Dracul. "You insolent fool. Do you think you can challenge us? We are the arbiters of reality! "You think you can force me?! You'll regret this, Belmont!"

At the mention of the Belmont name, Dracul's entire demeanor shifted. His eyes darkened, and the shadowy aura surrounding him seemed to grow even more menacing. He took a step closer to Belicus, his voice low and dangerous. "Belmont?" he echoed, the word dripping with disdain. "Don't you ever call me that name again."

Serena watched, concern flashing in her eyes, sensing the storm building within Dracul. But Belicus, ever defiant, continued, "What else are you? You can try to cast it aside, but that's what you are—a Belmont. That blood runs through your veins, whether you want it or not."

Dracul's eyes blazed with fury. "I am no Belmont," he growled, his voice deep and filled with centuries of resentment. " "I was once Gabriel Belmont, but that man is dead. The Belmonts fought for a world that betrayed them. I became something far beyond any of them."That name means nothing to me. It was stripped away the moment I lost her….The Belmonts are dead. I am Dracul."

Belicus sneered. "No matter what title you hide behind, you're still the same—a hunter, bound by the past, chasing power to fill the void in your broken soul. That's why you'll always fail."

Dracul's grip tightened on his Void Sword" his voice seething with rage. "You dare mock me, after everything I've done, after all I've sacrificed? You know nothing of my pain. You sit in this void, detached, judging from your pedestal. But I—" his voice cracked with emotion, "I have lived through hell."

Belicus was stabbed by Dracul with the Void Sword and frozen, still not dead but frozen.

Serena looked between the two, her voice pleading. "Dracul, listen to me. There's no need for this violence. You can still find what you seek— "Dracul, he's wrong. You're not defined by your past, not by your name. But this path… it's dangerous. You mustn't let his words provoke you."

"You will help me," Dracul said, his voice cold and commanding. "Or I will force you to." He raised his whip, and the dark energy crackled ominously. "I am Dracul, the dragon. And I will have what is mine."