Fallen Moon

Chapter 12: Rise of A New Heir (Part 03)

The crowd continued to cheer, eager for the next and final match. Before Angel began the next fight. He gave both Selene and Brandon time to recover from their previous fights. The two of them would fight each other at their best. After a few minutes of waiting, Fate walked up to him and brought his lips to Angel's ear.

"Selene's wounds are all healed up and she's ready to go." Fate informed him. "As for Brandon, well," He shrugged. "He's already been healed up from his last match by yours truly." He added his face masked with a cocky smirk. "They're ready when you are," Angel nodded and Fate returned to the stands.

"Brother against Sister," Lord Alexander rested his arms on his chair. "I must say it does make for a great match. Selene and Brandon have sparred each other in the past. However," A servant brought a wine glass filled with blood. "This is the first time they have ever had to take it to a serious level." He took a sip from his glass.

"That's true," Angel could remember Selene telling him about her sparring matches with her brother. She's never once taken them seriously. She'd try but. She always held back a little cautious not to hurt her precious brother. This match was bound to be an interesting one. Not even he knew the victor. "It looks like we're not the only ones eager to see this match." He pointed out.

The audience was lying in wait. The excitement started to build. At any minute, the crowd was going to rise from their seats and start an uproar. They couldn't wait for the match to begin to see the two finalists go at it. It was best, Angel didn't keep them waiting any longer. He went to jump down to begin the match but was stopped by Lord Alexander.

"Is there a problem my Lord?" Angel asked. The Vampire Lord's hand gripped his shoulder. His pale hazel eyes followed the direction of the king's eyes. He was staring at the arena, the large craters in the ground. The huge dents in the walls, debris from the broken ceiling. It was in no condition to withstand anymore punishment. "Right, should we postpone and begin reconstruction? Perhaps it's time we invested in a more sturdy arena."

"No need," Lord Alexander spoke casually. "I could use the exercise." He rose from his throne and jumped down to the center of the arena. "It has come to my attention that our arena is no longer strong enough to withstand our potential." His lips formed a slight smirk. "I think it is time we changed that," He held his hands out and shut his eyes.

"No way," Angel couldn't believe his eyes. Tiny sparkles of diamond began to gather around Lord Alexander growing in size. The shroud of diamond grew bigger as the arena began to shake. The Vampire Lord snapped his fingers, the shroud of sparkles fired off in every direction splattering like paint to a wall. He closed his hands. The diamond sparkles expanded covering every inch of the arena. In seconds, the entire arena was covered in a thick layer of diamonds. The walls were fixed, craters mended and the ceiling restored. How could Lord Alexander expect someone like him to take his place? There's no way he could even think to match his power.

"Angel, the stage is yours." Lord Alexander walked back up to the stands. Angel jumped down taking his place in the middle of the brand new arena. Before Angel could even get a word out. Brandon threw his coat off and jumped down to the arena. The weight of his body hit the ground so hard, it cracked the diamond arena a little.

"Let's do this," Brandon popped his knuckles.

"Alright then," Angel acknowledged. "Let's get these finals underway." He watched as Selene came out of the medical ward now fully healed from her fight against Scythe. She took her place across from Brandon. She just was as eager to fight Brandon as he was. Hard to blame her, Selene's dream is at stake. This fight was the only thing keeping her from it. If she beat her brother the commander position would be hers.