Chapter 12: War of Thorns Part 10
Just before the Count had finished his fight, Lance was getting ready to face his opponent.
“Second round so soon?” Lance said while wiping the dust of his clothes as he emerged from the underground.
“Heh!” The mysterious man smiled, as the red cloth covering all but his face, gently moved as the wind had blown fiercely for a few seconds.
“What’s with that smirk on your face, you think you can win?” Seeing his attitude, Lance lost his cool very easily and made one step forward towards his enemy.
“Foolish one! It is time you learned who is in control here, Francesca come out!” Using the staff he was holding in his right arm he tapped the ground once, opening a summoning portal.
“Yes master!” Out of the portal emerged a succubus, with barely any clothing on her, as she entered, she stared at Lance with lustful eyes and she asked her master.
“ Is he the one I should seduce?” As she asked, she fondled one of her breasts and licked one of her fingers.
“Sorry lady, my heart belongs to someone else, literally!” Unfazed by the demon’s temptations, Lance clenched his fists, moving slowly towards her.
“Heh, I do not need your heart! What I need is your body, now come!” As if ordering a dog she commanded Lance to come closer.
“Listen lady, I won’t come even if you ...ask...me?” It was then that he had noticed that he was no longer in control of his body, as he inched closer to her.
“Why is my body moving on its own!?” Before he could gather his thoughts, he was already in the demon’s grasp.
Lance unable to control his body got closer to Francesca, who in turn gave him a kiss and with that he came under the control of the demon, as he and the demon fused into one body.
By the time the Count arrived, Lance was already under the mysterious man’s control, and so the epic fight between a vampire vs. werewolf and demon vs. angel began.
Lance attacked first, taking the Count by surprise, but against a vampire whose experience far surpassed that of Lance’s, resulted in all his attacks missing their target.
“I see you haven’t lost your touch, Viktor!” The man laughs as the vampire kept his distance from Lance.
“Inquisitor Ball, who said you were allowed to use that name?” The Count says with a venomous sounding voice.
“I thought I had permission, was I wrong?” The inquisitor asked.
“Only people I acknowledge are permitted to say that name!” The Count continued.
“Once, you were a man I acknowledged, but you have gone too far, siding with them! Just so you can create your idyllic world.” Again the words that left his mouth, carried a sense of utter disgust.
“They promised me a future where man was free from the terror of the supernatural, isn’t that what you fought so hard that you sacrificed your humanity for?” The inquisitor asked again.
“You know nothing of what I had to sacrifice! You were lied to so blatantly, that it is unthinkable that you could ever side with them!” The Count said.
“Well, enough talk for now.”The inquisitor called Lance back and began performing a ritual, which fused Lance and the demon even more.
“Damn! This is bad, if this continues he’ll be a demonic mutt forever, how am I going to explain that to Pandora!?” The Count prepared himself for what was to come, as the unnatural fusion between demon and werewolf changed Lance’s appearance.
“Guaaaarghhhh!” Suddenly a dark tail over a meter long emerged from behind him, horns developed on his forehead, and even his skin color changed to a red tint.
“Go, deal with him!” The inquisitor ordered.
Lance began to run around the Count in circles, accelerating more and more, until he was close to breaking the sound barrier.
“Tch! He is fast, if this keeps up...” Before the Count could think of a way to stop Lance, he was caught off guard by an unexpected speed boost from Lance, as he rushed towards him.
“Ugh, no!” Trying his best to move out of the speeding Lance, and guarding his face at the same time, he realized it was too little too late.
Sacrificing the integrity of his body as he passed through the sound barrier, Lance managed to raise his hand in such a way that it would have hit Viktor right in the face.
As the hand crumbled upon impact with the Count’s face, a small scratch managed to stain his impeccable skin.
Such an act the Count who was calm until then would not let go unpunished as he got serious.
“You did not just do that!” The Count’s angry gaze was diminished by the mask he was wearing, but Lance’s animal sense, allowed him to feel the true sight of anger.
“!” Before Lance could even realize, the Count had already caught him by the neck and slammed him into the ground.
“I will have to apologize to Pandora, but you will not forget easily the pain I am going to cause you today.” The Count declared as he broke Lance’s neck.
