Thuck!

The sudden halt sent the roaring cyclone crashing to silence, the air collapsing in a burst of wind, debris falling as the storm was snuffed out.

For the first time, real worry flickered in Camazotz's eyes as he stared at her. She gazed back with emotionless eyes, her voice a low, wicked murmur.

"I can feel it… Your disgusting fear~" She smirked, lips curling, as the blood of Raphael curled in her hand, twisting into a sword of gleaming crimson.

Before he could react, she slashed through his arm as if it were nothing... dark blood sprayed the air and kicked him down to the broken earth.

Before he could even rise, she snatched his other hand, hoisting him into the air like a rag doll.

"Tell me… how does it feel, being treated like shit by my father? Is it good? Huh? Hahaha—" She laughed wickedly, slicing through another limb, sending him crashing to the ground.

"Fuck you!" Camazotz screamed, thrashing and struggling, but her grip was iron. She seized his leg and lifted him, dangling him helplessly as her eyes blazed a dangerous, ethereal pink.

"Look at me, Camazotz… see what you feel."

For a moment, Camazotz's mind flickered—his eyes grew dull and blank. Memories surfaced, flooding him with agony: Dracula's scorn, the torment, the endless humiliation—nothing but trash, a thing to be used and discarded.

"But that's not all, is it?" Ophis whispered, her voice everywhere and nowhere, twisting through his memories.

"What about your family? What about your throne? Did you ever really feel proud, Underworld God? Or did every eye, everywhere you went, just see a disgusting leech—nothing to offer, nothing to gain?"

With a swift movement, she cut through his leg.

Camazotz snapped from the trance, a guttural scream ripping from his throat as his leg was severed without mercy, black blood spurting across the broken street.

Terror surged... a raw, primal panic that made his heart thunder so violently he felt it shaking his whole chest. He spun in the dust, eyes wild, and saw Ophis advancing on him. She moved with a nightmarish calm, a blood-forged sword glinting in her hand, each step measured, elegant, unstoppable. He crawled backwards, his claws scrabbling on the broken asphalt, desperate to escape.

What's wrong with her?

Why does she look so different?

Her face… those lips curved up in a sick delight, shoulders trembling—not with fear, but with the pleasure of tormenting him.

He knew that expression.

He fucking knew it!

It was the same as Dracula.

A cold realisation chilled his bones... he finally saw who he was really facing.

Not just Ophis, but Ophis Dracula.

Not Vald Dracula, Ophis father... NO! The real One! The Progentior!

The monster who terrorised all of humankind, a legend of nightmares made flesh.

He remembered the old stories, the hushed warnings. And now he saw it in her—the way she watched him squirm, savoring his pain, savoring his every desperate, broken gasp.

She was enjoying this. She was playing with him, like a cat with a dying mouse.

Why couldn't he sense her fear anymore?

Where did the terror in her go?

She looked completely empty, void of weakness—her presence pressed down on him like a physical weight.

Camazotz gulped, throat tight with dread. He had to get away. Now.

His wings flared, new flesh and bone twisting themselves into place as he hurled himself into the sky.

"I'll fucking kill that bitch, I swear… once I get the source… I'll tear her apart—"

"Kill me?"

His threat died in his throat as he looked up—Ophis stood on his back, impossibly balanced, as if the air itself was her throne.

He twisted, "What's wrong with you?" he shouted, his voice cracking with fear, swinging to throw her off. But she gripped his wing in both hands, her fingers like steel, and—

Trrrr!

"ARRHHHH!!" Camazotz screamed, agony lancing through him as his wings were torn clean from his body with a sound like tearing steel and shattering bone. Pain crashed through his nerves. Before he could even draw a breath, she kicked him, and he fell, tumbling through the air like a mutilated crow.

He plummeted, shrieking, as new wings tried to knit themselves back together, dark flesh squirming, bones grinding, but before they could fully form—

Chuckkk!

A spear of blood, jagged and gleaming, shot down from above. It punched through his chest, nailing him to the ground with brutal force.

BOOM!

His form convulsed on impact, his mouth erupting in a spray of black blood. The blood spear liquefied, seeping into his wounds, flooding his veins with unnatural chill.

It crawled under his skin, snaking along his bones.

He coughed, trembling violently, and struggled to rise.

Ophis landed before him, descending from the air in a slow, silent drift. She stared down at him, eyes cold, bored, utterly indifferent—as if his suffering had become tiresome, as if he no longer even mattered.

The sight cut deeper than any wound!!

Rage boiled up. He tried to move, to attack, to scream, but she only snapped her fingers—

CHUUCKKK!!!

Instantly, the blood that had soaked into his flesh hardened, twisting into thousands of razor-sharp needles that erupted from inside his body, piercing his skin from within, bursting through muscle and bone.

"Arh—!" A chorus of agony as spikes pierced his legs, hands, chest, stomach, groin—even his head and mouth. Every nerve screamed. Blood poured from each wound, pooling around his thrashing form.

Thud!

He finally collapsed, falling like a broken toy, limbs twisted and lifeless.

Ophis stood in silence, blankly staring at the bleeding Fallen Camazotz. Her gaze was indifferent... cold as the void. Without a word, she turned her back and began to walk away, footsteps slow and measured.

Twitch!

A sickening twitching sound echoed through the ruins. She calmly glanced back and saw… Fallen Camazotz rising once more, body trembling, eyes blazing an unnatural green, veins pulsing with sparks of mana.

His throat bulged grotesquely, swollen with condensed energy—glowing from within like molten lava about to explode.

His jaw unhinged, stretching wider than any human's could, distorting his face into a monstrous mask.

He smirked, madness burning in his eyes, and spat, "Die, you fucking bitch!"

KKKYYYYYYYY!!!

A deafening sonic shriek exploded from his mouth, the sound so powerful it cracked the sky.

Buildings shattered, glass and stone obliterated to dust. The wave of pure force annihilated everything in its path—streets, signs, pavements, roads to fracture as the sonic boom rushed toward Ophis.

If Ophis wished, she could have escaped, vanishing in the blink of an eye. But she stood her ground. She wouldn't run... because behind her, only a few meters away, was Raphael's fragile body. If she dodged, Raphael would be caught in the blast, torn to shreds in an instant.

'You wanted to protect her, right? So die with her!'

Fallen Camazotz grinned, jaw trembling, as the sonic barrage thundered toward them, the shockwaves tearing the world apart, roads shattering and flying like debris in a hurricane.

Yet amidst the chaos, Ophis calmly raised her finger, a single movement elegant and precise.

Snggg!

Snnnggg!

Snnnngggggg!

A radiant pink magic circle flared into existence at her fingertip—not just one, but three, layered over one another like ripples in a pond. Runes danced along their edges, light pulsing with each beat of her heart.

Camazotz's eyes widened in horror as the three magic circles spun and stretched outward, colliding directly with his sonic wave.

BOOMMMMMMMMMMM!

The impact was cataclysmic. Colliding forces obliterated the surrounding buildings, a dome of energy spreading out, consuming entire blocks and sending shockwaves rippling to distant streets.

Crouched behind the barrier of her magic, Ophis's eyes narrowed. Camazotz clenched his fist, stepping forward, sweat beading his monstrous brow as the magic circles held the sonic assault at bay.

For a heartbeat, he almost turned to run—

Crack!

The first magic circle fractured, then shattered, shards of pink light flying through the air.

The raw sonic wave surged forward, smashing into the second barrier.

Even though the barrier shimmered bravely, it couldn't hold much longer. The second magic circle splintered, cracks racing along its surface before shattering into motes of dying light.

The sonic boom roared forward, almost reaching Ophis.

The single remaining magic circle at her fingertip trembled violently, flickering under the relentless assault of Camazotz's power. He grinned viciously, savouring each step forward as the ground quaked; she was being pushed back, the end finally within reach.

Camazotz knew—he was going to win. He saw victory in his mind's eye: he'd rip out this bitch's heart, devour it while it was still warm, and paint the ruins with her fear. His monstrous tongue slid across bloodstained lips, anticipation twisting into something manic.

Crack!

Her final magic circle fractured, only a breath from shattering. Raw sonic energy surged, whipping around her like the breath of death.

But Ophis, unflinching, raised her other hand and, with a sudden bite, tore into her own palm. Blood welled up, thick and luminous, pooling in her grasp.

She yanked her arm outward, blood trailing in the air, lips moving in a sharp, guttural chant—

^ Eri'val Crenn ^

Her blood ignited, the crimson turning radiant, then nearly black as it twisted and elongated, weaving a living thread of magic that danced through the air toward Camazotz.

The sonic boom slammed against it, but the spell just absorbed the force, sucking in the destructive vibration. The blood string morphed, pulsing with forbidden power as it thickened, then transformed into a gigantic axe. Its blade was jagged, wet, and glistening, forged from blood, veins pulsing along its edge.

With one brutal, fluid swing...

Chuck!

Thud!

Camazotz's eyes went wide. His head was severed, sliced through like butter.

Blood geysered from his neck, splattering the battlefield. His head hit the ground with a sickening thud, tongue lolling, expression frozen in horror. His body shuddered, knees buckling before crumpling to the ground in a grotesque, twitching heap.

Ophis walked toward him. Camazotz's head landed on its side, his mouth sagging open, blood drooling out, eyes staring at nothing.

Ophis stared down at the body, her gaze cold, detached, almost bored. "Do you think you can trick me? I know you're still alive," she said..

She lifted her foot, ready to crush his skull, her shadow falling over his broken face.

"W-Wait…!" The severed head gasped, twitching, eyes snapping to life, brimming with desperation. "Fine, fine… I lost, okay? Why don't we just group together? After all, I'm your champion, right? Even if I became a Fallen, I'm still your champion… I could get you the relic. Really, believe me, we could defeat your father... P-please?"

She glared at him, disgust flickering in her expression like a shadow. Camazotz's face twitched... rage, humiliation, survival instinct all battling in his dead eyes.

'Don't look down on me, woman!' he screamed silently, terror and hate coiling inside him. If he made it out alive, he'd find a way to take his revenge—no matter what.

"You're not even worth living anymore," Ophis replied. She raised a finger; blood-red flames curled around her hand, licking her skin. Her eyes locked on Camazotz, expression one of utter contempt.... a judge about to execute the sentence.

Camazotz's horror bloomed as he saw the fire's true nature. "W-Why do you have that?!" he whimpered, panic cracking his voice, eyes wide as he realised what was coming.

'What kind of monster did you create, Dracula?!' he howled in his mind, as the fire inched closer, death and oblivion threatening to swallow him whole.

For the first time, he felt utterly defeated... his last hope shriveling to ash.

Suddenly, those twisted buildings finally collapsed.

Ophis spun. Her eyes widened with sudden, genuine fear as she saw the building about to crush Raphael. She immediately let go the attack and flew towards Raphael and took her away as the building collapsed.

Camazotz's severed head managed a sick, broken smile. "Haha… This is what you get when fate is on my side, bitch!" he spat, triumph wild in his voice, as the building collapsed. But instead of smashing down with violent impact, it sank as if into water... no explosion, no debris, just a bizarre, smooth, unnatural folding, as if reality itself was melting.

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