Bertrand transformed his hand, looking at the back of the unadvised Ragus who watched the human society from above, feeling superior. Little he knew about the wretched traitor looking at his back, ready to stab him from behind.
Before he tried, a powerful, menacing aura reverberated through the building, alarming both him and Ragus, who looked back, to the source. Walking towards them, a threatening figure was drawing closer:
“Muzaka…?!!” Bertrand had a dreadful expression.
“Yo.” the former Lord greeted with a serious expression.
“What would a traitor like you be doing here?!” the wolf snarled.
“Bertrand, watch your tongue, he deserves respect. He must be a traitor but he was the previous Lord of your species.” Ragus rebuked the other.
“You can’t complain, Ragus, you too were very condescending with your former Lord!”
He blurted out in irritation. Seeing the former Lord in front of him set his eyes into fire, when pure rage consumed his senses, he didn’t stand being near that werewolf.
“……………” Muzaka quietly observed their discussion “Anyway… I have a question to ask…” his eyes became serious as he stared at them “What are you doing here?”
“Humph…” the other wolf puffed in disdain “Why should we tell you, Lord?”
“I see… You always were a hard one to deal, Bertrand…” Muzaka sighed heavily “Well, shall I ask in a different way?”
His eyes became sharp and that sign marked the beginning of a clash between two powerful beings. Bertrand commenced the fight transforming into a full powered werewolf. The former Lord of werewolves didn’t do the same, much to Bertrand’s irritation.
The lower rank wolf darted towards the former Lord, with a killing intent, Muzaka leaped to avoid, and the wolf shocked with the ground, making a dust cloud arise in the air, but a lashing-cut came flying from amidst the smoke, Muzaka transformed his arms and shoved the hit away.
When the smoke dissipated, Betrand snarled to him infuriated. Muzaka didn’t waver; he simply looked down at the uncontrolled beast baring its fangs to him.
“Have Maduke told you to come after me again…?” he sighed heavily and his eyes were earnest “He never gives up…”
“Huh, a traitor like you deserves the fair punishment!” with a nimble jump, he hit Muzaka with his fists, but the other defended with one hand only.
“He keeps telling the same lies…” Muzaka narrowed his eyes slightly disturbed by the accusations.
“Lies?” Bertrand’s vicious smile enlarged “You’re right… But some lies are necessary to attain the power!”
His words caused a startle on Muzaka, who was hit by the treacherous kick that stroke his sides on his brief moment of distraction. His body collided with the ground when he was sent away, but it engendered his transformation on his full werewolf form, causing the structure of the entire building to shake.
“What… Do you mean?” the former Lord was astounded.
“I’m saying not everyone was so gullible to believe on those bad lies our Lord told us?” his wicked grin fazed Muzaka.
“Bertrand… Are you suggesting you knew the whole time I’m not a traitor? ” he frowned obtusely, his face changed to a boiling fury.
“Me? Hehe… You’re too naïve, Muzaka…” he sneered “Even back then you didn’t have many allies inside our family… Do you really believe there were only idiots who would swallow that barefaced lie? Some of them already knew wat Lord Maduke was planning, the only ones who still believed on that honor shit were the traditionalists who were left on the border of the era that changed! Our family is not what it used to be, and that’s all thanks to your absence! A new era came, you’re only an old man who needs to accept the facts and die!”
Muzaka’s mouth curved down, his heart accelerated filled with angst and deception. That was all his eyes could reflect, disappointment towards the one who one day had served him, an intelligent and bestial werewolf that had now turned his back to him.
“Bertrand!” he voiced a pained and angered yell, leaping and howling to the skies, letting out his uncontrollable powers to attack his opponent.
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Meanwhile,
Frankenstein’s house…
Victor felt the tremor caused by the burst of power, he recognized the owner of that tremendous might.
“Muzaka-nim!”
He gasped nervous. It wouldn’t be good if Raizel or his father met Muzaka, they were not on good terms at that time, it pained Victor, because he admired and respected the former werewolf Lord. He stood up hastily and frowned.
“What’s the matter?” Regis asked with crossed arms.
“Muzaka-nim is fighting…” Victor gulped looking at the young vampire. “I-”
“That man was clear, you must stay here.” Rael cut off the pleading glance of the half-breed. “You’re not even fully recovered yet.”
“Hey, you should listen to him, what you can do with this injured body?” the Landrege leader supported his vampire comrade.
“Regis, Rael, you don’t need to be so stern,” Karias touched the shoulder of his companions nonchalantly “The boy must have his reasons, right?”
“Yes, I do.” He asserted knotting his brows. “Muzaka-nim shouldn’t be fighting with his family yet… If he fights right now, then the traitors of werewolves will not…” he paused as his eyes wandered on a distant place
“Is the future changing again?” this time was Seira the one asking.
“Seira?!” Regis was caught in surprise by her usual quiet voice.
“Yes, it’s changing now, and if I don’t do something about it, then…” he clenched his fists.
“Well, well, you were ordered to stay because you’re injured, right?” Karias questioned with his casual brilliant smile
“Yes, I guess… Father was very strict about involving into fights I couldn’t win… Even in the future…”
“If it’s only because he is concerned over your safety, worry not!” he declared gallantly.
“H-huh?” Victor stepped back with a drop of sweat on his face “What do you mean?”
“Well, I did not come here to stay home, I came to help on the fight, of course, and if for some reason I escorted you and assumed the responsibility for your safety, he should not have any complaint, am I right?” there was a sparkle of astuteness on his eyes as he elaborated the excuse to go out.
“Karias-nim?!” Regis again spoke in a tone filled with reprehension.
“Seira and Regis are enough to do house chores, Then, we can go, young wolf.”
“Young wolf…?” the drop of sweat rolled down Victor’s face as he thought on the odd title he had just received.
“Karias-nim, I understand you want to help, but try to comprehend his feelings too…” Regis tried to dissuade the clan leader.
“Regis,” when he glanced at the younger noble, his face was serious and firm “The boy said it’s important, the future is on sake, right? Which further reason do you need to go?”
“……….”
“Karias-nim, thank you!”
Victor bowed and they both set out home, leaving an unwilling Regis behind and a silent Seira. Rael manifested his opinion right away:
“What are you two doing? We need to go too! The noblesse and that man are there, we can’t just sit calmly here!”
“But-” Regis was concerned and nervous, he hesitated as he didn’t think on the proper words to counter the argument of his companion.
Seira stepped onwards, following the blonde noble and astonishing the Landrege who immediately went after them.
“S-Seira…”
“We can’t let anything like the previous battle happen again, Regis… Nor we can let Raizel-nim fight, we may use our powers, if it’s necessary…”
Thus, the three young clan-leaders set out to the battlefield.
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KSA’s installations
“It’s bad… They’ve already started to fight…” Tao sweated worriedly after feeling the powerful clash of energies.
“Agent Sangeen, inform us about the movement around the area they’re fighting…” Takeo demanded.
“We’ve sent personnel to evacuate the citizens don’t worry, the matter is, the destruction they’re causing again…”
“Boss is going there, he will intercept the enemies!” Tao assured. “By the way, you’ve seen not only a werewolf but an ex-clan leader too, right?”
“Yes, it was Ragus Tradio, he must be after vengeance.”
“Tch… Citizens are our priority, we’ve heard from boss that guy can absorb people’s vital energy… We need to hurry…” Tao frowned concerned.
“In this case, I’ll go in advance, I’m sure he won’t let Raizel-nim fight but… We should support them this time.” M-21 was determined.
“Right. M-21, when we finish our preparations here, we’ll follow after you.” Takeo patted his friend’s shoulder once.
“I’m going, then.”
He speeded his steps and left KSA’s building.
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Ragus watched as the two werewolves battled. He smiled wickedly seeing Muzaka concentrated, it was the perfect time for a surprise attack.
“Maduke will let me study more werewolves if I gift him with Muzaka’s dead body… Garda is not enough maybe he will let me try to research on those traitors… But using the former Lord as an experimental subject will be formidable…” his wicked personality emerged “His hatred is so profound he wishes to rip off any dignity the former Lord ever had…”
Pleased with the image of his reward after killing Muzaka, letting his imagination flow freely as he thought about which sort of tests he could do with that interesting guinea pig, he prepared to interfere on the fight by backstabbing Muzaka while he was occupied.
He used the bloodstone fragment to empower his body and gathered power on the palm of his hands. When he had an amount of energy enough to blow up Muzaka’s head, he shoots it.
The only thing both Muzaka and Bertrand could notice was the powerful blow coming to engulf them both. The red light sent to kill them obfuscated the top of the building and a smile came to the old noble’s lips.
His smile faded when he saw the light twisting up. Who? Had Muzaka defended his attack? When the light ceased, he could meet the face of his opponent.
“Frankenstein!” he snarled.
“How ugly, attacking an opponent from behind isn’t fair, Ragus…” the blonde had a scoffing tone “But I doubt you have some pride remaining to regret for it…” his mocking smile transformed into sheer rage.
“Frankenstein?” his brows knotted, irritated by the presence of the scientist. Soon, his eyes widened open as he saw the figure landed by the side of Frankenstein.
“Cadis Etrama di Raizel?!” he gulped.
At that moment, Muzaka and Bertrand were as confused as him and had stopped fighting.
“Raizel…” Muzaka had a sorrowed glint on eyes.
“Tch! I knew bringing that guy with me would summon troubles upon me…” Bertrand thought, clenching his teeth, but his lips soon curved up with his next sentence on his mind “Not that it’s out my plans… It will be even better if the noblesse is here…”
His eyes could show his satisfaction in watching the scene unfolding before him, maybe he was crazy, but he didn’t seem a bit out of his sanity.
Raizel stepped onward, but his servant immediately stood in front of him, and bowing slightly, he addressed his master on his most polite tone:
“Master, let me take care of this, please…” there was a hint of preoccupation on his face “You’re not very healthy…”
“…………..” the noblesse’s brows contorted in consternation.
“Allow me to take care of this, after all,” his eyes changed to a menacing and awful tone as he directed his gaze to the ex-clan leader. “I still have issues to solve with that guy…”
“Frankenstein continues as rebel as ever, Raizel…” Muzaka approached commenting “I wouldn’t like to involve you in this fight, but let’s make a deal, you can take care of the vampire, I’ll take care of the werewolf behind me here…” he pointed his thumb backwards. “That’s fair if we deal, each one with our own kind, right?”
“…… Muzaka…” his red eyes briefly glanced to the former lord, then they turned to the fight his servant was about to begin, staring inexpressively.
“You seem worried… Well, if it’s him I don’t think you should worry… Or is the source of your concern other thing…?” the old Lord narrowed his eyes earnestly.
“Hey, lord, have you forgotten me?!” Bertrand sent a blow to the place where the two powerful beings were standing and pacifically talking.
The men evaded the blow easily, jumping each one to a different side, and when they landed on the ground, Muzaka had a frown.
“It seems you’ve forgotten how to respect the others… You’ve become quite arrogant, haven’t you?”
“Arrogant? You were the one that always thought high about your own self, but the times changed, and it’s already the age for you to return to your eternal slumber!”
He nimbly jumped towards Muzaka. Giving a strong punch, however, the Lord held his fists without even blinking. And counterattacked with another punch, Bertrand defended with one arm, but it didn’t suffice and he was sent away.
Meanwhile, Frankenstein materialized his dark aura to form stakes and dart at Ragus, who jumped back to the border of the building, with a cocky smile.
“Do you really think it will be enough? You’ve seen my powers before…”
“Yes, you’re right.” He covered his face with one hand and, on the other hand, he evoked dark spear, “But, you know Ragus, You’re just in the place I wanted to!”
“Huh?”
Dark matter gushed out from the ground, breaking it as a malefic smile was born on the blonde’s expression. Ragus started to fall along with the big pieces of concrete, still, he didn’t understand why it was so amusing for the human. He simply leaped higher to land on solid ground, but when he reached the top, Frankenstein was already waiting for him and threw Dark spear.
The vampire avoided fast, if he delayed a minute, it would surely perforate an consume him, vexed with Frankenstein’s brutal way of fighting, he frowned, the blonde fell, passing by him, when he swerved back in the middle of the air, the blonde was already with the spear in hands again, ready to kill him.
Ragus used his blood wines and gripped Franky’s arm, the blonde’s grin enlarged as he spread his dark matter through the wines until it reached Ragus that immediately severed the ties binding them.
“Humph… Giving headaches to us nobles, as always… you never changes, Frankenstein…”
“I’m still better than someone who changed too much that I can’t even call a noble anymore, Ragus!” he provoked, throwing his dark spear again.
The noble avoided, tired of that play, but the few seconds he took to avoid were enough to distract him, when he perceived, Frankenstein was floating in the air with tons of dark lances around him, and he darted each one of them towards Ragus, causing an explosion of powers.
The blonde finally stationed on the top of the building again, looking at the smoke being carried away by the wind, appreciating the sight of the traitor who’s probably be full of holes by now.
Suddenly, his eyes widened impressed by the threatening presence drawing near him, he whirled back just in time to defend the attack coming, it was Ragus, infuriated using his wines. One of the stripes almost pierced through Franky’s arm, but he used his dark matter to defend, and stepped back to stay away from the menacing roots of blood.
It was inutile, there was another whip of blood coming from behind, he narrowed his eyes sharply and jumped, but the whip was destroyed by someone else. The object that hit the root destroyed it, both Frankenstein and Ragus were perplexed.
Standing a few meters away from them there was a familiar silhouette, it was Karias and…
“Victor?!” the blonde scientist frowned.
“Hello.” Karias greeted beckoning animatedly “I came on the right momentum, right?” there was a proud glint on his eyes.
“Ah…” Franken’s eyes darkened as he looked to the noble.
“By the way, I came here to help.” His smile had a serious tone as he directed his gaze and strained his bow to the treacherous noble “Traitor Ragus Tradio,”
“It’s your doom”
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