In an alternate Invincible timeline, Mark Grayson—Invincible—stood by his father's side when the truth came out. Omni-Man crushed the Guardians of the Globe and set Earth on course for Viltrumite rule. But their conquest hits a snag in Castlevania City.
Omni-Man hovered above the carnage, his chest heaving, fists still clenched and slick with blood. His eyes, narrowed and unreadable, stared across the gulf of air at his son. Invincible floated a few feet away, shaking, eyes wide and glassy with disbelief.
"You didn't have to kill him," Mark said, his voice hoarse, barely more than a breath. "Again. He wanted to avenge the Guardians.
Nolan didn't flinch. "He was in the way," he said calmly, his voice carrying an exhausted authority. "You keep clinging to their ideals, and look where that's gotten you."
Mark looked down. What he saw wrenched at his heart — flames swallowing blocks of homes, sirens wailing into the void, bodies lying still beneath crumbled concrete. People he'd known. People he'd tried to save. His fingers curled into fists, knuckles whitening.
"They matter," he said, his voice cracking. "My mom, my friends... Eve. They matter."
Nolan's tone cooled even further. "They matter to you. That's your weakness, Mark. You're still thinking like a human."
Mark's gaze wavered. His jaw tightened, eyes darting back to the destruction below. All that pain. All that death. How much had he really saved?
"I tried," he muttered. "I tried to convince them, I gave everything... I hope Mom, Amber and Eve are ok"
"And it was never enough," Nolan said. He moved closer now, slowly, like approaching a wounded animal. "You can't protect them from themselves. They're fragile. Broken. But we — we can fix this. Together. We can bring order. Strength. Peace... the Viltrumite way."
Mark didn't answer right away. The words cut deep, because a part of him, the tired part, the broken part, wanted to believe them.
"You told me Mom was just a pet," he whispered, unable to meet his father's eyes.
"I said that to push you," Nolan replied, softer now, regret lacing his voice. "I was wrong. She means something to me. She still does. But that doesn't change what must happen. Earth is dying the slow way. We can change that. With your help."
Mark stared down at the city. The screams were quieter now, replaced by sirens, but the pain was still everywhere. And he was so tired. Tired of losing. Tired of bleeding.
"What would I even be," he murmured, "if I said yes?"
"You'd be my son," Nolan answered.
There was silence. And then, finally, Mark looked up. His eyes were still wet, but the tears no longer fell. His voice came out in a whisper, barely audible over the wind.
"Then show me what comes next."
After the smoldering wreckage of the Pentagon had settled into silence, Omni-Man hovered above the ruins, streaks of soot and blood still marking his face and hands. Mark floated beside him, fists clenched, his jaw tight with conflict—but the choice had already been made. 'Come son, we have two more chores to take care of" With Cecil and Debbie nowhere to be found, and the last fragments of resistance crumbling, there was only one logical course left in Omni-Man's mind: eliminate the last threat to his conquest.
A secret room in Utah
"That was too close, but we still might have a change" spoke Cecil looking at Debbie. "We can only hope these two motherfuckers my agents have been spying the last week are strong as they seem to buy us some time.
Back to the Graysons
They tore through the sky, blazing toward Eastern Europe like twin comets of destruction. The world watched helplessly as Viltrumite power surged across borders with no regard for sovereignty or mercy. Nations had fallen. Cities had burned.
Now, as father and son approached the dark ridges of the Carpathians, where legends lingered like mist, Omni-Man's eyes narrowed. There was one last name whispered in the corridors of global defense—one that wasn't part of any nation, didn't report to any council.
They said he lived in a castle. That he ruled no kingdom but was feared like a god.
Omni-Man cracked his knuckles, voice cold. "Should be easy, they might pose more of a threat than the pathetic new guardians."
Elsewhere in Romania
Only a week has passed since Dracul (Gabriel Belmont) and his son Alucard (Trevor Belmont) saved the world from Satan's return—defeating the Leviathan beast in orbit, ripping it apart, impaling Satan impaled with the Combat Cross, and sending him back into the void. Castlevania City still smolders. Survivors are few. Dracul and Alucard remain, using what power and strength they have left to rebuild.
But peace was never an option.
From orbit, Omni-Man observes. Two powerful beings remain unchecked. Not human. Not Viltrumite. Too dangerous to leave alive.
On the ground, Alucard is trying to convince his father that they need to do more. Not just rebuild—but rise. With the Guardians gone, someone has to protect what's left. Maybe it's time they stop hiding in the shadows. Maybe it's time to become what this broken world needs—heroes.
Dracul listens, but says little.
Alucard stands near the edge, overlooking the city. The lower half of his dark cyan cloak is woven by the wind. Both Crissegrim and Mesamure were at his side. "You know, it'd be easier if you just said "yes."
"To what? Putting on a cape and pretending we're something we're not?" Dracul stands a few feet behind, arms crossed.
"We're not pretending. We are trying to fill a graveyard, of the good of this world. Plus, the Guardians of the Globe are dead. Half the damn world is leaderless. And we have power." Alucard tried hard to make to move his father more to the light than he already has
Dracul shrugged and continued, "I have no idea who they were. I agreed to put myself into a 500-year-ish sleep, remember, son? And besides, our power should be used for our benefit, exclusively."
Alucard kept his stance, "That stopped mattering when we dragged Leviathan's corpse out of orbit. People saw us. They're afraid of us already. So let them fear something that fights for them, not against them."
Dracul lashed out with anger, "I didn't become a redeemed saviour you hope me to. You want to be a symbol, I already am! Wear a mask? I didn't do that when I was human, so did you."
With quieter anger, replied this son, "Then why are we still here, father? Why not vanish again, like before? Why don't we kill ourselves with the vampire killer to go to heaven? Admit it, you feel guilty for your hundreds of years of terror! You wouldn't have made the deal to save the world from Satan and Death if you didn't." Alucard wanted to leave but Dracul stopped him.
"I was doing their biding by being evil, I hated every moment, Trevor. You convinced me that there was a flicker of hope in this world. Besides, because you're right, we owe something. Not to them. To ourselves."
A red blur streaks across the clouds, followed by a yellow one. A sonic boom follows
Alucard looking up "That… wasn't a thunder."
"Indeed the sound was a precise cut through the air, I sensed two beings are coming" Dracul gave an explanation
Omni-Man and Invincible slice through the clouds, flying side by side. The wind howls around them, the world below shrinking as they descend. Omni-Man is blood-spattered from a previous battle with Immortal—no words, just focus.
As they approached the city, they slowed down
Omni-Man drops down in front of Dracul, landing hard enough to crack the rooftop stone. Invincible stops mid-air above Alucard, floating with that unnerving Viltrumite stillness. His eyes scan the vampire below, unsure—but resolute.
Omni-Man looks at him, a man appearing in his 30s-40s with black hair shown grown past his shoulders, a small goatee and mustache, tall with a muscular build. He wears a fancy long red leather coat with gold accents over it, dragon-scaled open hand gauntlets, shoulder pads, pauldrons and vambraces in the same coloration, he wears dark leather pants and metallic dragon-scaled boots, as he has a large metal face clasp/belt covering his groin and no shirt.
"You're supposed to be powerful. I've read Cecil reports, let's test that, but I am willing to give you the amusing opportunity of surrendering to the empire and see the light," spoke Omni-Man with a grim over his face
Calm, almost amused, spoke Dracul, "You're welcome to try." Dracula's crimson eyes glow faintly. His red coat flutters in the rising wind. He takes a single step forward
"You're not a problem. You're an obstacle. And I remove obstacles. " A very evil smirk was on Omni-Man's face as he thought of the Guardians. "Obstacles endanger progress."
Dracul let out a small laugh. "What progress? Building your empire? Seen that too many times"
With a deadly accent, he replied to him," Order."
"But enough talk, have at you!" Dracul entered his stance.
Overhead, Alucard stares up at Invincible, who stares back at the Vampire.
Invincible sees a vampire that has his skin and hair ghostly white, his eyes are yellow in color, with black sclera. Tall and muscular, with no shirt and a dark cyan coat with gold accents and wolf symbols.
Invincible spoke up, measured, "Look, guys, we don't have to fight. If you guys stay out of the way, there won't be a problem. Viltrum can fix all of Earth's problems. It's hard to believe at first... please surrender"
"That's not how this works." Protested Alucard.
"It just does," deadpan replied Invincible.
"You don't feel like the hero people said you were," pointed out the vampire.
Flatly replied the young hero, "I was. Until I learned the truth. It's pointless to resist the empire. The Guardians did that".
"Your father killed the Guardians? You sided with someone who calls genocide an order. That makes it everyone's problem." Invincible lowers slightly, a few feet above the rooftop. His voice is tense now. "Then I guess this is happening."
"Yeah. It is." deadpans the vampire.
BOOM—Dracul meets Omni-Man mid-swing—fist against armored gauntlet. Dracul synq-blocks his fist, shockwave rattles windows for blocks.
Omni-Man moves like a missile— throws jabs, elbows, strikes with bone-breaking force. Dracul weaves, uses mist form, and teleportation. Eyes locked. reading every movement like a predator. Dracul teleports away.
Omni-Man aims a punch at his head. Dracul ducks low, slams both punches into his chest, sending him flying backward through the Emporium's tower.
A part of the tower crashes down behind him as Dracul uses his speed to reach the area forward through the dust. "Not impressed...".
Omni-Man tries to tackle him, but Dracul uses his mist form combined with the void magic to use the Hoarfrost Fog move, Omni-Man goes through him as an icy mist, only to come out frozen in a cube. He breaks out and tries again and again and again. Dracul uses his Void Sword to make a massive ice blast that sends Omni-Man frozen through a building.
Omni-Man bursts out of the rubble, grabs Dracul mid-sentence, and rockets him with an uppercut skyward. They vanish into the clouds.
Dracul and Omni-Man tear through the clouds, Omni-Man using his equilibrium to fly while Dracul uses his Crimson blood wings, exchanging strikes mid-air. Omni-Man slams Dracul into a skyscraper's side. Glass rains down. Dracul grabs him by the throat with the Shadow Whip and drives him through the building floor by floor. They crash out the other side—Dracul tosses Omni-Man into a power station.
Alucard and Invincible collide with swords against bare fists. Alucard uses momentum, dodging and slashing, testing Invincible's speed. Alucard was cutting only the top layer of his skin, he didn't want to kill a teenager. it was a minute cut only to cause pain enough to make him pass out.
Invincible grabs the Crissegrim mid-swing. Blood drips from his hand. He rips it from Alucard's grip and hurls it across the rooftop. "You rely too much on that... cool sword though."
Alucard doesn't answer. He lunges, fangs bared, reaver-claws forming. He drives his elbow into Invincible's throat, then spins and knees him in the gut. Invincible grunts and crashes into a rooftop spire.
Alucard retrieves his sword by recalling, flipping it in his hand, and putting it in his pocket dimension. "I wanted to make you bleed a little to stop... now I am not so sure how much I will injure you".
Invincible flies straight at Alucard, who plants his feet and throws Crissegrim like a spear. It cuts the top layer of Invincible's shoulder. He drops. Crashes hard into the street below, leaving a huge trail. The sword had the Glaciem Blade activated, which encased Invincible in ice, minus the face.
Alucard leaps down after him. Dust settles. Invincible's on one knee, blood dripping, voice growling" I didn't come here to lose."
"Then stay down and oppose your father, we will deal with him." Alucard approached Mark with care.
Without warning, Invincible rips out of ice and rips Crissegrim out, tosses it aside with a snarl, and launches forward—fast.
He slams into Alucard mid-step. The impact cracks the asphalt. "You don't get to tell me to stay down!" A punch—straight to Alucard's gut. Another—uppercut to the jaw. Alucard stumbles. Invincible doesn't let up, He starts wailing on him—elbow, knee, left hook, right cross—each hit heavier, faster, wild.
Alucard blocks the next hits, Invincible grabs him by the hair and slams his face into the pavement, making a city block crater.
Again. And again. Blood smears the cracked concrete, shouting, "This was your choice! YOU made it a fight!".
He lifts Alucard by the collar and drives his fist into his face—once, twice, three times. Alucard looks bored and has no face damage, or any damage either.
But then—he grins. "You hit like a scared kid."
Invincible hesitates—but just for a beat. Alucard seizes it. He claws across Invincible's face—blood splashes. A headbutt. Then a leg sweep.
Invincible slams into a flipped car, exploding. Metal crunches.
He reaches behind his waist shield and draws Masamune. The blade hums low, vibrating with otherworldly energy. As it leaves the sheath, it cuts the air like it's carving through reality itself.
With one clean horizontal swipe, a violet rift tears open in midair beside him—a swirling portal, edges crackling with unstable light. Invincible snarls, "What the hell is that?".
dead serious mocks Alucard "Something fun".
Invincible charges again—rage in his veins. He pulls back for a heavy right cross.
As his fist flies forward, Alucard slices downward beside him, opening a narrow portal just ahead of the punch. The punch vanishes into the rift, then comes out of a second portal behind Invincible, slamming full force into the back of his own head. CRACK. Invincible stumbles forward, dazed, reeling "What the fuck—!?".
Alucard spins Masamune again, casually opening another portal beneath Invincible's feet. The ground drops out—he falls, only to be launched upward from another portal above the battlefield.
He slams into the street from the sky like a meteor. Dust erupts. Alucard walks toward the crater, blade still glowing. "You don't know how to fight with power. You just throw it around." Another portal opens behind him as he speaks. Invincible lunges from it, bloodied, swinging, but Alucard disappears through a side portal, reappearing behind him, driving an elbow into his spine.
Invincible roars, flailing wildly. Alucard opens one more portal mid-spin and kicks him through it, he comes flying out across the block, crashing through three buildings.
Smoke drifts. Electricity arcs from the sparking tower. Dracul stands still, lower coat swaying, watching the rubble.
The blur of Omni-Man bursts from the wreckage, blood streaking his temple, rage in his eyes. He charges low, almost to himself, Dracul speaks. "Enough playing".
He raises his hand. Red Darkness and fire coils around his wrist—liquid red blood shadow forming and solidifying mid-air. The Shadow Whip lashes to life with a crack like thunder.
Omni-Man swings, Dracul sidesteps, and snaps the whip across his back. Flesh tears. Omni-Man grunts, stumbling. Crack! The whip coils around Omni-Man's leg mid-charge. Dracul yanks hard, slamming him into the pavement, then into a wall, then upward into a shattered building.
The building groans, then collapses as Omni-Man crashes through it. Dracul whirls the whip in a slow circle, its tip hissing in the air like a serpent.
Omni-Man bursts from the rubble again, faster now, furious. Dracul wraps the whip around both arms and catches the incoming punch, redirecting it, spinning behind Omni-Man, and snapping the whip across his side. Blood sprays.
Through gritted teeth, Omni-Man speaks, "You shouldn't be this strong."
Dracul smirks quietly. "And you shouldn't be this arrogant."
Omni-Man snaps and brings the Viltrumite brutality.
BOOM! — Omni-Man vanishes in a blur, then slams into Dracul in a brutal SPEAR TACKLE. The impact ignites the air, friction flashing white-hot around them as they rip through three buildings, stone and steel exploding behind them.
The two crash into the city center. Craters form from the sheer momentum. Dracul gasp —ghkk… He stumbles to one knee, a pain torn through his abdomen.
Before he can react, CRACK! — Omni-Man appears above and bashes Dracul with both fists. Dracul hits the ground like a meteor. The earth buckles. Glass shatters for blocks. Omni-Man lands hard, fists raised, eyes blazing. "Viltrumites have slain gods across the stars! You're not even a god. You're just a thing pretending to matter." The ground shakes with every blow. A crater opens, wider and wider. Trees tear from roots. Pavement ripples.
BOOM—fist to the chest.
BOOM—to the jaw.
BOOM—to the face.
Each punch timed to a word 'DIE' Then two smashing punches to his stomach, Dust clouds rise like a nuclear blast. A massive quarry forms where city blocks used to be.
Omni-Man floats back, breathing hard, blood on his fists. Below him: a still form, barely visible in the smoke.
Omni-Man stares down at Dracul's undamaged body. Then, he winces. Looks at his hands.
Steam rises. Then smoke. Then bubbling. His skin starts to melt, fingers corroding like they've been dipped in acid. With his teeth gritting. What the hell..." Omni-Man was confused.
Dracula rises unimpressed. His coat was untouched. His eyes glow a deeper red now—his voice low, resonant. "My blood is corrosive, acidic, highly unstable, it vaporises things that come in contact with it. You made some come out from my stomach".
Omni-Man lunges—TOO LATE. Dracul's Shadow Whip lashes to life with a roar, burning crimson energy, he teleports behind him.
Crack! — He hits vertically, again and again, up with a direct combo up and down. Each strike smashes Omni-Man back—each thunderclap of impact cracking the air and shattering windows.
Then—swoosh! — The whip sweeps horizontally in a brutal circle, carving glowing red rings in the space around him, slicing Omni-Man as he tries to counter. Again and again. From left to right.
Snap! Dracul switches grip—nunchaku-style—and goes full juggle combo. The whip becomes a blur, striking Omni-Man's chest, gut, and jaw repeatedly, tossing him midair like a ragdoll.
Very hit leaves burning lines across Omni-Man's body, glowing whip-marks, sizzling. Each impact unleashes a cloud of red mist and splashes of shadow energy that crater the surrounding ruins.
Omni-Man mid-air, shouting "AAHHHGG!".
And then, Dracul jumps. He rockets upward in a swirl of red light.
The whip coils around his arm spins outward and he launches into a triple vertical spin, blurring through the air like a damn guillotine.
SLAM! He brings the whip down hard across Omni-Man's shoulder, spine, chest, three vertical strikes in one motion, each faster and heavier than the last.
The final strike craters Omni-Man down like a comet impact, shaking the sky, sending a shockwave miles wide.
Everything goes red. The sky, the ground, the wind. Smoke and blood mist choke the ruins.
Dracul next lands silently. His whip retracts. He stands still, cloak fluttering.
Smoke clears. Rubble settles. Dracul stands still, then—movement. A low rumble. A shadow rising. Omni-Man stands up, shaking, his body wrecked. Whip marks cover every inch—raw, swollen, some cuts still bleeding. His breathing is ragged.
But his eyes? Still burning. spitting blood "Blood Filth" Omni-Man rockets upward, fist buried in Dracul's gut, dragging him higher and higher. Sonic booms echo as they rip through cloud layers. "You're strong. But my book knowledge tells me your kind doesn't survive the sun."
They break the stratosphere. The sky darkens. Dracul snarls, trying to break free.
"I am God's Champion, Sunlight does nothing to me".
Omni-Man drives them into orbit, heat shearing off their bodies. Dracul's coat smokes. The whip hangs limp, caught in a vacuum.
Silence now, no sound, just raw visuals. Stars all around. Earth below. Omni-Man lets go, floats back slightly, fists ready.
Dracul straightens in the void, his crimson wings out and weightless, eyes glowing crimson.
Telepathic Dracul can speak to Omni-Man. Vampire mind-to-mind communication.
Dracul responds, not with words, but by igniting dark power through his limbs. His whip reforms around his arm, pulsing with infernal energy, now weightless and lethal in the void.
He lunges—faster than expected. The whip wraps around Omni-Man's neck mid-punch. Dracul yanks him forward and delivers a savage headbutt that cracks his nose.
They clash again—blows like meteor impacts, lighting up the sky. Each hit sends shockwaves through orbit. Satellites spiral away.
Omni-Man elbows Dracul in the jaw—then shoves him toward Earth, chasing after him in a blur.
They re-enter the atmosphere like twin fireballs. Alucard looks to the sky, sees the streak of flame. softly, with concern, he speaks "Father…"
BOOM. The two impact a mountain range miles from the city, visible even from here.
Invincible wiping blood "If he's dead… you're next, surrender now"
Alucard turns to Invincible, eyes cold, sword dragging behind him. "Then I'll bury you beside him, and your father. But know this, my father doesn't die easily".
The mountain is shattered. A massive crater glows with molten stone. Everything is silent. Omni-Man floats above the rubble, body scorched, panting, blood in his beard. He hovers still, watching "That did it" he sighs out with relief.
Suddenly—CRACK—a surge of blood-red lightning shoots from the crater. The ground shakes. Smoke parts.
Dracul rises slowly from the impact site, completely unharmed. His eyes burn like twin coals. And now, his hands glow, claws formed from pure chaos magic, jagged and unstable, pulsing with red and black energy.
Omni-Man barely reacts—just starts to turn. Dracul teleports behind him mid-spin and rakes the Chaos Claws across Omni-Man's back. Blood sprays in slow motion. The strike sends Omni-Man spinning through the sky like a missile, crashing through three ridgelines.
He coughs—actually coughs. Blood spills from his mouth. He tries to rise.
A shadow looms. Dracul teleports again, appearing just in front of him, claws glowing hotter now. "You brought me to the edge of the world to kill me."
He lifts one Chaos Claw to Omni-Man's throat.
Dracul takes one step forward—then BOOM! Omni-Man rockets forward in blind rage and throws a punch with everything he's got. Dracul barely catches it, crossing his arms in defense. The impact sends shockwaves in every direction. Even if it was Synq Blocked. His boots grind against the ground— then he's airborne, launched like a missile.
He disappears into the sky. Sonic booms crack behind him.
He goes from Romania somewhere in Bangladesh due to the punch force — Quiet, early morning. Locals walk the streets, unaware. A rumble starts. People look up.
CRASH! Dracul slams into the ground outside the city—creating a massive crater in a rice field, dirt and water exploding upward.
He rolls once, then stops—on his knees, cloak dirty but mostly fine. He exhales hard, steam rising from his body.
Dracul gritting his teeth, "Could've been worse." Then, shrougs "He punches better than anyone I ever fought."
Dracul stands in the rubble, steadying himself. The sky above splits with a sonic scream, something's coming.
Omni-Man from orbit. A blur of fury, wrapped in flames, atmosphere burning off his body as he crashes toward Earth like a living warhead.
Dracul quietly mutters to himself. "Fool."
BOOOOOMMMMMM.
A flash brighter than the sun. A fireball expands instantly, obliterating everything. Earth cracks, shockwaves ripple into neighboring countries. Cities vanish in an instant. A blast wave is visible from space. Silence. Just light. Then smoke. Then the charred wind.
The fireball burns for minutes. Blackened clouds form. The land is gone, nothing left but ash and molten stone. Over 400 million souls, erased. One country gone and 5 damaged. As the smoke clears, Omni-Man hovers above the ruin, panting, chest heaving. His eyes scan the crater. And then he sees it.
A sphere in the center of the destruction. Blue. Cold. Radiating pure ice energy. The Void Shield. Floating inside: Dracul. Kneeling. Calm. Around the orb, ice bats circle silently, like frozen guardians. The shield dissipates gently. Snow falls.
Dracul stands. Not a scratch "You've sacrificed a nation to prove you can't kill me".
Omni-Man stares, stunned for a moment—then roars in frustration, "WHY WOULDN'T YOU DIE!?".
Dracul looks up. His voice is calm. Cold. Like something ancient speaking through a man, "Because I am already dead!" He takes a step forward, ice cracking under his feet.
"I died a long time ago. The day my wife was murdered. By my own hand. While I slept, Death, the Grim Reaper himself, put the Devil's mask on me. Satan took control over my body. Manipulated me. Twisted me. I woke up with her beheaded. I lost my humanity. I went on a suicide mission to bring her back. Becoming a killing machine took on the Lords of Shadow, Satan, and an Eldritch being, and ended up like this".
Omni-Man floats lower, eyes narrowing.
Dracul's fists tighten. "Then I died again. Knife twisted. When I learned my son had been hidden from me since birth. By my wife working with the same order that sent me on the same foolish mission to resurrect her. Only to return as a man... to kill me. Hating me.. I held him as he bled out. I killed him, too. Although I was able to save him with my blood, after he told me he was my son. Only to orphan his son, who later came up to team his resurrected father to take on me, letting him win".
Omni-Man's brow furrows—disgusted, confused, unsettled. "I should write a book about you... " a pause. Why are you telling me this? You think I'll feel empathy for you? I don't get it".
Dracul raises his head. His eyes flare red at once.
"No." He steps closer. Voice rising "I'm telling you so you understand nothing you do can break me. Not your fists. Not your tackles. Not your kicks."
He spreads his arms wide. Power pulses around him. The ground trembles. "I've already lost everything, You can't take more from me."
Silence. Then the wind. Ash. The remains of a nation swirl around them like ghosts.
Quietly, unsettled Omni-Man "...Then I'll just bury what's left. Free you from the burden."
Dracul smiles, just slightly. "Please try."
The air is still scorched. Wind howls through ash. Omni-Man hovers above the crater, fists clenched, watching Dracul, who hasn't moved.
Then, without a word, Dracul drops his whip, as it goes back into his arm. He raises his hands. Fire curls around them, then ignites in a violent burst of flame. It is not normal fire—this is hellfire, burning yellow at the core and dark orange at the edges. The temperature spikes instantly.
The Chaos Claws. Obsidian gauntlets, glowing with infernal veins, claws extended. "You want a brawl?".
He slams both fists together—BOOM. The fire spreads, igniting the air. Everything around him melts. Omni-Man narrows his eyes, scoffs, but his skin visibly flickers. Steam rises from his arms. He frowns. "What the hell is that?".
"Hellfire." Dracul lunges fast. Fist meets fist—BOOM! But Omni-Man recoils. He grunts in pain. His skin sizzles under the impact. Dracul doesn't stop. He hits again left hook, right jab, uppercut—each strike trailing fire, each blow landing, each one hurting.
Omni-Man staggers back, shaking his hands. His arms are burning. Blistered. Red.
Omni-Man rises slowly, blood leaking from his mouth, skin blistered, arms trembling. smoke rising from his body, the Chaos Claws dimming slightly but he's standing.
Omni-Man thought (My body's built from Smart Atoms. Dense. Durable. But they break down under solar heat. And this Burns hotter than any sun ever known).
He raises a flaming claw—furnace-hot, flickering like the sun itself.
Omni-Man growls and charges. They meet in the center of the crater, pure fists, just fired gauntlets versus Viltrumite strength.
The exchange is vicious. Fists flying at supersonic speed. Each hit from Dracul scalds flesh blackens under every strike. Omni-Man's form begins to break down, visibly slowing.
Dracul doesn't relent—he ducks, slams a flaming elbow into Omni-Man's ribs—CRACK. Ribs hurt. Blood flies.
Then—right hook across the jaw, spinning backfist, gut punch. All fire. All pain.
In between punches "Told. You. You can't. Break. Me" A double overhead slam, claws burning hot, both fists down on Omni-Man's skull. Dracul was finally able to do some significant damage to Omni-Man using only fists
BOOOOOOM
The crater deepens. A massive fire ring explodes outward. Ash turns to glass.
Omni-Man rises slowly, blood leaking from his mouth, skin blistered, arms trembling.
They lock eyes. Then Dracul swings Omni-Man rocks back, then fires back. A moment of stillness. Then again.
Dracul — RIGHT HOOK. CRACK! Blood flies.
Omni-Man — LEFT CROSS. THWACK!.
Dracul — UPPERCUT. SNAP! Omni-Man's head jerks back.
Omni-Man — ELBOW STRIKE. BAM! .
Omni-Man throws right cross only for Dracu to catch it on top of his forearm, then to move to his right, to deliver a left Cross to Omni-Man BAM!.
Dust kicks up with every impact. The ground fractures. Thunder echoes miles away. The air itself ripples.
They trade. Over and over. No blocking. No dodging. Just punishment.
"You bleed." Dracul was licking some of Omni-Man Blood over his fist.
Panting he replied:"So do you."
Another exchange. Slower. Heavier. Bones crack. Skin splits.
A left hook from Dracul sends Omni-Man reeling—he comes back with a shoulder slam that knocks Dracul down.
"You don't know when to stay down."
With a smirk, Dracul replied, "I never learned, nor will."
They charge one last time. Omni-Man doesn't understand why he can't damage the vampire. He sure feels pain but doesn't care.
Omni-Man rose from the trench slowly, blood streaking down his chin. His body was cracked, bruised, and shaking, but his voice still carried weight.
"Tell me something," he said, hovering mid-air, facing the dark figure above him.
Dracul hung motionless, chaos claws still burning at his sides. He said nothing.
Omni-Man's tone was calm—too calm for what had just happened. "Do you… miss her? Your pet?"
The air seemed to be still. Dracul didn't move. His eyes narrowed slightly.
"What?" he asked, low and sharp.
Omni-Man floated a little closer, wiping blood from his mouth with the back of his hand. "Your wife... I saw it in your face. You still carry that weight like it matters." He shrugged. "Same way my wife looks at me. She thinks I care."
Dracul descended slowly, claws fading, but something behind his eyes had shifted. His fists were clenched. His breathing stopped.
"They live," Omni-Man went on, "they die. Pets. That's all they are. They keep us grounded, sure. But they're not us. You get that, don't you?"
There was a long, heavy silence.
Dracul's voice came like a cracked whisper. "Marie was not a pet."
His fists trembled now, and the air around him darkened. Heat rose off his skin.
"She was the last piece of me that still belonged to the light."
Omni-Man didn't respond. His expression faltered for the first time.
Then, without warning, the shadows around Dracul exploded outward. The sky dimmed the whole Earth sky was now crimson red. The wind howled. His eyes burst into gold fire. A deafening roar followed, shaking the mountains around them.
His body twisted, expanded. Wings unfurled, massive and tattered. Horns curled from his skull. His limbs reshaped into scaled, jagged muscle, and his entire form warped into something ancient, monstrous, and unstoppable.
He rose in his full dragon form, a titan wreathed in shadow and fire. Larger than Hail Mary. Larger than anything Omni-Man had faced on this planet. Each breath from his maw was hot enough to melt stone. Metallic accents all over him.
Omni-Man hovered back, stunned."What the hell are you?" he asked, voice low now, the arrogance gone.
The dragon's maw opened wide, fire pooling inside.
Dracul's voice echoed, distorted, and colossal.
"The wrong thing to insult, Viltrumite."
Then came the plasma fire.
A torrent of hellflame swept across the, turning the crater to glass and the sky to red. Omni-Man vanished in the blaze. The Whole sky of the planet turned red.
Cut to Castlevania City in ruins.
WHOOOSH—
A blur streaks across the moon. Omni-Man. Battered. Burned. Furious. He appeared to run from something in a rush as horror occurred on his face, perhaps he was here to grab Mark. He crashes into Alucard, sending them both tumbling across the surface.
Omni-Man flies at him, roaring. Alucard meets him halfway. Fist to fist. Shockwave. The moon quakes.
"YOU DON'T GET TO TOUCH MY SON!"
He slams into Alucard mid-stride, both fists colliding into his ribs—CRACK. Alucard's Wolfform is launched across the moon's surface like a ragdoll, flipping end over end before smashing into a jagged ridge.
Before Alucard can move, Omni-Man is already on him.
He unloads. Full-speed, full-power punches. One after another.
Punch to the face. Blood. Punch to the gut. Stone shatters under them. Punch cracks the ridge they're in. Punch collapses it. Alucard's body is embedded in the crater floor now.
Omni-Man grabs him by the throat and pulls him close. Alucard coughs. Blood runs from his mouth. But then, he smiles. Just barely.
Then—FLASH—Alucard's eyes blaze, and he headbutts Omni-Man full-force. Both men stagger—Alucard pulls himself from the rubble.
Although Alucard has some blood from his mouth and his nose, his skin is intact. As he wipes it off, none come.
For a beat, Omni-Man just stares at him. Chest heaving. Blood on his lip. Then, behind them, Invincible slowly rises to his feet, watching both of them, wide-eyed. Torn between two worlds.
"Dad… stop." Alucard allowed Invincible's voice to react to Omni-Man.
Omni-Man, eyes bloodshot, roars and throws a full-force punch straight into Alucard's chest.
The blow lands—BOOM—the force is cosmic. Alucard's body flies backward so fast it carves a glowing trench across the moon. Another massive portion of the lunar surface is shaved off. Earth watches the moon bleed dust into space.
Alucard is half unconscious, but still no visible damage done to him. As he adjusts his jaw.
Omni-Man breathes heavily. He turns only to see him. Dracul. Floating above the moon, arms crossed, cloak dragging like a stormcloud behind him.
Omni-Man charges with a scream, throwing a killing punch aimed right for Dracul's head. It hits. Nothing happens. Dracul doesn't move. Omni-Man throws another one, He's caught it with one hand.
Omni-Man is hocked, snarling "What—?! You weren't this strong" Dracul catches his other fist again just as effortlessly.
Dracul spoke in icy calm, "You're predictable. You do this thing where you rush in, come from orbit. I'm tired of it."
Omni-Man jerks his arms back, trying to free himself, then pivots, attempting his signature spear tackle, aiming to rocket Dracul through the stars.
Too obvious.
Dracul grabs Omni-Man by the neck while he was about to go again for Alucard, he drives his finger into his neck, grabbing him by adam's apple. The most Viltrumite neck grab Omni-Man ever saw from a non-Viltrumite.
Dracul's body bursts into mist mid-tackle, Omni-Man flies right through Dracul, reappears above him. Grabs the back of Omni-Man's cape, yanks it up over his head, blinding him.
In one brutal motion, Dracul plants his feet on Omni-Man's back, cape still over his face, and surfs him through space a crimson blur streaking toward Mars.
They crash down like a meteor strike—BOOM—impacting with a force that shatters a continent-sized crater. The Martian crust fractures, and red dust billows into orbit.
Omni-Man groans, dazed, body buried deep in the ground. Dracul still standing on his back like a damn surfboard grinds his heel in mocks him, "How do you like being speared hard into the ground?".
He kicks off, grabs Omni-Man by the ankle, and drags him across the Martian surface, carving massive canyons behind them.
"You threw me into a country, into a mountain. You threw me into space. Now it's my turn".
They skid across the surface, blowing up rock, carving trenches across Mars itself. Finally, Dracul flings him across a red ridge. Omni-Man bounces, rolls, and slams into a mountain wall and stays down.
Omni-Man struggles to rise, body twitching, coughing blood. He blinks up—Dracul's shadow falls over him. "What now? You kill me?".
"No." In a flash of black mist and red lightning, they vanish.
A roar of light and heat. Pure fire. Unrelenting. Cosmic fury all around. Solar flares whipping like god's whips in the background.
Omni-Man immediately feels pain. His skin starts to bubble, blood vaporizing from his face.
Dracul is standing beside him. Completely untouched. Eyes glowing, coat floating, body silhouetted in solar flame like a living god of death.
' You thought the sun would weaken me? I am not an average Vampire, I do not inherit any of their weaknesses".
Omni-Man drops to one knee, skin blistering. He tries to fly away, Dracul grabs his cape and yanks him back down. Hard.
He slams Omni-Man face-first into the sun's plasma-like surface. Waves of flame explode outward. Dracul rides him like a meteor again—this time across the sun itself.
Omni-Man screams. Skin cracks. Eyes almost boil. He's being tortured by pure existence.
Omni-Man floats barely conscious, skin scorched black, muscles twitching, lips cracked. A silent scream stuck in his throat.
Dracul stands above him, completely composed. Omni-Man began to cook. Annoyed "...Took longer than I thought."
He looks at Omni-Man one last time, "You get to live, I don't want to orphan a kid again".
He reaches down, grabs Omni-Man by the mustache.
Omni-Man's eyes flutter open in raw agony. THWACK. Dracul hurls him toward Earth like a shotput, after he grabbed him by his mustache and ripped off, fire trailing off his body. Omni-Man spirals through space, burned, spinning
Mustache in hand, "Tacky," he drops it into the sun
"What is happening?" Alucard sprints forward while looking at the sky, sword dragging sparks along the pavement. Invincible meets him mid-charge—but instead of trading blows, Invincible sidesteps, grabs Alucard by the throat with both hands, and lifts off—fast.
"Stay down!" snarls Invincible..."The fuck, why is the sky red?!".
They rocket upward, but InvincibThe angles forward, driving Alucard along the ground, dragging him through concrete and steel. A trail of destruction tears across the street—ripping through parked cars, streetlights, storefronts.
Sparks. Dust. Alucard's cloak shreds, his boots grind deep gouges into the asphalt as he struggles. His hands claw at Invincible's arms, fangs bared in rage.
Alucard, being trangled, still defiant, Invincible tightens his grip, veins bulging.
Alucard snarls—and suddenly, vampiric energy pulses through his body. His eyes glow lunar cyan. He slams his knees into Invincible's ribs mid-flight.
CRACK. Invincible grunts, stumbles mid-air. Alucard twists in his grip, headbutting him square in the nose, breaking it.
Blood sprays. Invincible loses control of the flight path and they crash into a city tram station—exploding through concrete pillars, glass, and metal.
Silence. Rubble settles. Alucard crawls from the wreckage, hurt but uninjured.
Behind him, Invincible rises slowly, nose broken, chest heaving. He wipes the blood, pissed, but uncertain now.
Alucard watches the sky light up red. He watches the sky still glowing from his father's chaotic surge. He turns, just in time to see Invincible charging.
Too late. Invincible grabs him by the waist with both arms and blasts upward at full speed. The force crushes the rooftop beneath them into a crater. Roaring, "STAY DOWN!".
He extends one arm, and the shadows pull themselves from the craters, coiling like smoke around his forearm. A long, blood-red, shaped cross thing chain forms—not forged, Hooks glint at the ends. The energy is wrong.
Invincible barrels toward him Alucard whips the chain upward. It wraps around Invincible's arm mid-flight, stopping him dead.
Invincible's momentum yanks Alucard off the ground but instead of letting go, Alucard swings with him, pulling himself into the attack. Invincible claws at the chain—it burns through his glove.
They rip through the atmosphere in seconds, sonic booms exploding behind them in rapid fire. Alucard struggles, punching at Invincible's ribs, but they're already beyond Earth's reach.
They're still moving fast. And then the moon as it looms up fast, grey and lifeless.
Invincible spears Alucard straight into the surface. A massive crater explodes outward, dust and debris shooting into orbit. It's a direct hit—Alucard is driven through layers of lunar rock, leaving a jagged trench.
Invincible hovers above, breathing heavily, staring into the crater.
(That had to do it…) thought Invincible. The dust hasn't even settled. Suddenly, a long shadow starts forming from the crater's center. Alucard rises. Slow.
He stares up at Invincible. Face cold. Eyes glowing in the dark, "You just made your last mistake." Telepathically told Invincible. Cyan energy surrounds Alucard, leaving a massive bipedal demonic White Wolf, with a tail morphed into a coat, red v mouth and red eyes, his fur was sharp and curled to his back.
He howls with a powerful scream, Invincible starts to scream violently due to his equilibrium starting to fade.
He grits his teeth and slams Alucard into the lunar surface again and again, craters forming with each hit. Invincible gasps no air, no leverage. He tries to fly out, Alucard grabs his ankle, slams him back down into the cavern.
Invincible lies in a crater, beaten, panting, blood dripping into lunar dust. Alucard walks toward him slowly, the Crissegrim is out to incapacitate him. Alucard drops to one knee beside him. Grabs his collar. Lifts him halfway off the ground.
"You chose to become your father's shadow. You could've brought him into the light like I did with mine. This is what it costs."
Sonic Lycan Howl. Harder. Invincible grunts, barely conscious now. He lifts him fully off the ground, arm cocked for the last blow.
Alucard spins very fast, making a spinner he misses intentionally,. Invincible, and cut a large chunk of the Moon to scare him into surrendering already.
A streak of flame cuts through the sky. Omni-Man's body blazing as it re-enters the atmosphere. He slams into a remote field, kicking up dirt and leaving a mile-long crater.
When the smoke clears: Omni-Man. Naked. Scorched. but alive, barely whispering "My stache" as one tear comes out.
Dracul floats a moment longer above the solar surface. He looks down at Earth. "Alright. Maybe now I'll leave."
He closes his eyes, vanishes in a swirl of black mist and red light, leaving only fire behind.
Alucard uses his Igneas Blade to heat some parts of the moon, and together with Invincible, he pushes them back into the moon. the he froze the moon with his Ultimate Glaciem move, spinning like a Tornado to freeze the moon. His eyes snap open "…Not yet." with a hoarse voice.
Invincible goes unconscious, barely alive, running out of air.
"No." Alucard freezes time around Invincible to stop him from dying.
He teleports in a burst of cyan shadow and black smoke..
Alucard appears beside him, flying with his cyan-green wings to slow their descent into the planet.
He wraps one arm around Invincible's chest, the other forming a weakened shadow sigil in the air. They vanish—just before they hit.
A blast of shadow. Alucard appears and puts Invincible's body carefully in the grass.
Alucard regained his strength and saved the Kid.
Invincible groans. Wakes. His eyes slowly open. "Why… why did you save me?".
"Because someone has to be better than you and your father as heroes. And I don't see anyone else left."
Invincible looks down at his hands. Then toward the horizon. Something in him… breaks. But something else begins. "I don't want to be like him, anymore. I just didn't want him to kill more people so I joined him'.
Alucard, without looking at him said "Then don't. Start over. Convince him to be good, you can do it, I did it with mine."
A gust of wind. A shimmer of black mist. And then—BOOM. A crater forms ten feet away.
Dracul lands, steaming. His long hair blows in the wind. He walks calmly toward them. Dust and ash flaking off his shoulders with every step.
The field is wrecked. Smoke rises from the crater where Omni-Man landed after his sun trip. He's lying at the bottom, skin still blistered, mustache gone, barely breathing.
His son walks into view bruised but alive. He slides down the slope and lands beside his father, "Mark…".
Invincible quiet, not angry—just tired. "You lost, Dad. heck, I guess we both lost, it's over"
Omni-Man doesn't speak. Just stares at the sky.
Mark sits beside him. "He could've killed you."
Omni-Man choking on the words "He didn't want to take me away from you".
Moments later.
Alucard and Dracul stand side by side.
A helicopter arrives. Black, government-issue. It lands awkwardly on a cracked helipad nearby. Out steps Cecil Stedman, flanked by agents. His face is grim but respectful. He walks up to them, takes one look at the destroyed skyline, then the two vampires "Hell of a mess. I don't even know how to write what happened in my government report."
He straightens up, more serious now. "But I'll say this: you saved the damn world. Again. So thanks." Alucard nods once. Dracul doesn't reply. He just turns to walk off the rooftop.
Cecil to Alucard: "You ever consider doing this full time?".
"We're not typical superheroes. But I believe we can try." Alucard gave a reassuring smile.
Invincible sits up slowly, pain flashing across his face. He looks to Omni-Man, barely breathing, smoke trailing from his wounds. His eyes began to water. "Is he... is he going to die?".
Dracul steps toward him. He kneels up to him, he looks into Invincible's eyes. Not cruel. Not angry. Just certain." "No. Your father will live."
"Why? Did you let him live? Why not just kill him ?" Invincible trembles. His hands curl into fists
Dracul doesn't look away. His voice lowers, deep and cold, but not unkind. He puts a hand over this teen's shoulders."Because death would have been too easy. For what crimes he committed, he needs to make up for them. He walks past Invincible.
Alucard comes to Invincible's side, resting a hand on his shoulder. "He spared your father. Make the most of i,t kid."
Cecil tries to approach Dracul again, extending a hand, "Cecil Stedman, nice to meet you".
Dracul slowly takes the handshake. "Dracul, I won't be your attack dog if this is what you dream of. I may help you since my son wants to. If you plot against me I will feed your limbs to Lycans"
Cecil smiled at least he seemed more honest than the first time he met Nolan "Geez gotta love the honesty in that. Fine by me".
Days later
New Pentagon rebuilt
Omni-Man—Nolan—lies in a reinforced recovery pod, his body still bearing faint burn marks. Monitors track his vitals
Dracul stands beside the pod. His expression is unreadable.
Alucard stands beside him, arms crossed. His long white hair contrasts sharply with the dark shadows of the room.
Omni-Man stirs. His eyes flutter open, focusing… slowly recognizing the two figures with a hoarse voice, " You should've killed me."
Dracul replied stoically, "I could have." He steps closer, voice low. "But I saw a kid in need of his father. I have "
Bitter spoke Omni-Man, "You don't know what I've done."
" I believe, I've done worse. And yet, I still choose to stand on this side of the light along my son."
Omni-Man turns his head slightly—sees Alucard watching silently. "You're… his son?".
"Yes, we don't have the best son-father relation, but we try," plainly replied Alucard.
He looked at Dracul. "Is Mark safe?".
"Your son is fine, he's fully recovered. And he still believes you can be better, he wanted to make you proud of him by joining you."
A heavy silence. Omni-Man closes his eyes, perhaps in guilt. Weakly Omni-Man speaks, "you…" Dracul pauses at the door. "Thank you."
Dracul let out a pretty human tone, "You're welcome".
A asian woman walked past him, slightly bumping into Alucard checking Omni-Man. Followed by the same man Cecil.
"You will apologise to her, now!" Dracul let out an angry remark "Never call your wife a pet ever again or I will introduce you to a friend in my Castle Dimension".
"His kid wants a word with you" Cecil pointed to where Mark is.
Invincible goes forward, stumbling slightly still sore, but recovering.
Panting Mark replied "So… you two brood all day? I can have a world with you".
Alucard replied smirking, "Sure".
Dracul turns slowly, eyes locking with Mark's. There is no malice no hostility in his gaze—only the calm weight of a being who had witnessed centuries of war, pain, and kingdoms long buried.
"You've come far, child, what do you wish to discuss?"
Mark walked closer. "I saw what you did. To my dad. To Mars. Even the sun. But you spare him, he's alive because of you. I just wanted to say thank you".
Dracul's tone remained firm with a small laugh. "He's alive because of you. I admit I had to pull every fiber of my being to not kill him after he insulted my wife by calling her a pet, like he does with his".
Mark let out a breath, equal parts relief and exhaustion. "I am so sorry...".
Dracul stepped forward. His presence, once overwhelming, now carried a steadier calm. He placed a hand on Mark's shoulder.
"You fought well against my son despite your lack of experience, you have the fighting spirit" he said."
Mark blinked. "Uh… thanks. Coming from you, that's like—" he gestured vaguely, "—god-tier praise."
"You may be mortal," Dracul replied, allowing the faintest smirk, "but your spirit rivals titans. I can sense it, though idealistic and too optimist as I used to be when human".
"I think that's the nicest thing anyone evil ever said to me" Mark muttered.
They shared a moment of silence, not uncomfortable but almost… restful.
Mark eventually asked, "So… how can I make up for what my father did?"
Dracul looked to the horizon, eyes narrowed against the morning light.
"How?" he said. "Peace is a precious thing. But it's never permanent. You have to fill your father's shoes as this world protector... I will help you to make up for the damage inflicted on your father"
Alucard's voice cut in, low and calm. "And when the next storm comes…"
Dracul finished, "We will help your people defend this world".
Mark squinted at Dracul's imposing figure, clothed in his regal bloodcoat, the golden accents catching the sunlight. But one thing stood out more than anything—the massive, ornate belt around Dracul's waist. It was shaped like a shield, engraved with a radiant skull and ancient emblems.
Mark tilted his head. "Okay… I gotta ask. What's with the big-ass belt? You body-slamming demons on weekends or something? You know lucha-style"
Alucard chuckled under his breath.
Dracul looked down at the massive belt for a moment, then back at Mark with a smirk. "It's not only for show."
"Dude, it's the first thing someone ever sees at you..." deadpanned Invincible.
He unhooked the heavy shield-belt and held it before Mark. Up close, it shimmered.
"This represents what I am," Dracul said calmly. "Two sides, forever bound."
He paused, his voice firm but proud. "God's Champion. And the Prince of Darkness."
Mark's eyes widened a little. "Wait, wait—you're both? Isn't that… kinda a conflict of interests?".
Dracul half-smiled. "My whole life was that".
"So… real talk," Mark said with a sideways glance. "Cape or no cape? Sorry I need some feedback and since my dad is recovering I guess I can ask you for a opinion?! I been thinking you make some modifications".
Dracul didn't look at him. A faint smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as the golden accents of his coat shimmered in the sunlight.
"Capes are for showmen and corpses," he replied dryly.
Mark let out a short laugh. "Dang, that's cold."
"A cape tangles. Gets caught. Used to blind you." Dracul said. "A coat? Elegant, you walk in, people listen."
"A warrior doesn't need to flap," Dracul added. "He needs to stand."
Mark nodded slowly. "Okay, that was kinda badass quote... you know dude".
"You guys probably figured it out by now," Mark said, scratching the back of his head. "I'm not exactly human. Well, half. I'm a Viltrumite."
Alucard raised a brow. "Viltrumite?".
Dracul's gaze shifted to Mark, a flicker of curiosity behind his glowing eyes. "Your father mentioned that he is one, while I fought him."
Mark gave a small chuckle. "We're… from another planet. Viltrum. I was born on Earth, but my dad, he's full Viltrumite. We're stronger, faster, we can fly, heal quick, live for thousands of years... that kind of thing."
Alucard nodded slowly. "An alien species."
Dracul's eyes narrowed slightly. "Alien?".
Alucard gave a quiet sigh. "A being not from this world. From another planet. Another star. You've read the old scrolls about beings falling from the sky, haven't you?".
"I thought those were metaphor angels" Dracul said, voice low.
"They usually are," Alucard replied with a dry smirk. "But not this time."
Mark grinned. "Yeah, well... now you've met one. Or two, technically."
Dracul turned his attention back to Mark, studying him as if seeing the boy in a new light. "You carry a terrible burden then, child. A power that may outlast centuries. And the blood of a world not your own."
Mark shrugged, trying to play it off. "I'm getting used to it."
Mark furrowed his brow as he looked between Dracul and Alucard, still trying to wrap his head around everything he'd seen. The raw power, the control, the lack of fear—even in the sun. It didn't make sense.
"So… you're both vampires, right?" he asked cautiously. "But you don't burn in sunlight. You weren't freaking out near crosses or garlic or… any of the stuff I've heard about. What's the deal with that?".
Alucard gave a faint smirk. "Stories tend to exaggerate. Or they simply don't apply to us."
Dracul stood tall, his expression unreadable but proud. "We are Belmonts. God's soldiers."
Mark blinked. "Wait… what?"
"A powerful lineage I started it. Forged in holy war," Dracul continued.
Alucard nodded. "The old weaknesses… they don't bind us. Faith empowers us. Not destroys us."
Mark let out a low whistle. "Okay… " He saw Cecil was listening with horror on his face, he feared this.
Dracul's eyes narrowed with the hint of a smile. ?"
"I should get going," Mark said, adjusting the tattered remains of his uniform. "There's still a lot to clean up back home."
Alucard gave a small nod, arms folded. "You've done well. More than most would've."
Dracul stepped forward, the golden accents of his blood-red coat catching the fading sunlight. His presence still carried the same immense weight—but now Mark saw something else there too. Respect.
Mark looked up at him and offered a hand. "Thanks… Dracula."
Dracul paused, one brow raising. Alucard glanced away, hiding a grin.
"It's..." the prince corrected softly.
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