The System Of A Vampire - 110 Not my Avatar pt4

It was sudden, the moment Draig’s body touched the ground the city was rocked by a treacherous explosion causing the Palace to shake. It seemed that the Emperor’s fears had come to pass and Draig’s premonition had come to fruition, the Emperor rushed to the throne room calling his troops to arms. The old man himself even getting ready to join the fray but it didn’t seem like this would come to pass.

“Hello your Highness, please forgive our little intrusion but we just couldn’t pass up the opportunity” chuckled a man with glinting glasses.

“It’s you” gasped the Emperor stunned before a clawed hand came from the Emperor’s shadow emptying his chest where the old man’s heart had resided.

“Traitor…” rasped the Emperor as he looked at the person before him and took his final breath falling backwards with a soft thud against the marble floor.

Chuckling the person stepped over the Old man’s body and moved through out the palace looking for someone in particular and found Draig which appeared to be his target.

“Wretched little brat, a shame you aren’t awake to give me the full satisfaction” began the man as he drew a sword from his side intent on handling Draig but a shocking thing happened and an odd creature took form over the Feratu’s body. A vicious snarl erupted from the creature’s throat as it spun once and the man’s blade arm was removed and this was quickly followed by a vicious pounce that left the man to gargle as blood pooled in his mouth because of the vicious teeth marks in his neck.

The odd creature became transparent again as it came to Draig’s side, this would have been a shocking sight for the Emperor if he had seen this as it was yet another Avatar that he had seen come from Draig without any correlation between the three.

In the streets innocents were being slaughtered mercilessly as these bizarre beasts took over the city accompanied by people with purple tinged skin and red eyes with varying colored pupils, on their hips were swords signifying that these people were Deva. However these were not the heroes that the people loved but rather their evil counterpart, the Dark Deva.

“Kill, KIll, KIll. Kill them all” squealed a powerful looking man with a large sword tinged with blood as he took in the sights of this massacre.

The Imperial Deva and Guards were both doing their best to hold off the swarm but it would only last so long as the enemies number seemed to be growing while theirs was only falling.

However suddenly as if someone had called an end to it the Demons and Dark Deva began retreating while roaring out victoriously, it hadn’t taken more than hour for this siege to leave the people and the city tattered. The suddenness of the strike combined with the large numbers had left everything in a star struck state, it seemed however that the only people left relatively unharmed were the Imperial family with only one loss among them.

Some time later woke with a start only to find himself locked a dark place with his hands chained to a wall.

“So you’re awake” sneered Akio looking at Draig but he wasn’t alone, Hideki was at his side along with the rest of their brothers and sisters.

“Why am I chained to this wall, where is the Emperor” demanded Draig as this seemed like some kind of sinister plot in the making.

“Shut it you coward, you know very well that Father is dead” roared Hideki tears rolling down his face.

‘Dead’ thought Draig in shock, he couldn’t fathom someone killing the Emperor simply because the man was too generous and could breed kindness with his actions then there was the fact that the Emperor was a powerful force even in his advanced age.

“Why do you think I would kill the Emperor” asked Draig suddenly causing the group to falter causing Draig to nod, it seemed they knew he didn’t kill the Emperor.

“I see, this is a power struggle. You think I am unaware but the Emperor stated that whoever married me would be the next to sit on the throne” continued Draig revealing that he had hit the nail on the head again.

Draig sneered upon seeing the looks on their faces, while they possessed genuine sorrow for the loss of their father it did nothing to hide the fact they were already fighting for the throne before his body had even cooled.

“You think we want to do this, you had no right to come here and usurp us from our birthright. However for some reason Father just knew you were meant to sit on the throne, some random urchin off the street with some sob story” growled Akio as they had been found out.

Draig hearing confirmation that what he said was true he allowed his hair to shadow his eyes and made one comment in such a way that the group felt their very souls quiver in terror.

“You have made an Enemy” stated Draig  raising his gaze to look at the gathered group his crimson eyes glowing nefariously in the darkness.

The Feratu said nothing more merely biding his time regardless of the things said to him, the Heirs who truly felt their spirit rattled would attempt to reconcile with Draig in the dungeon but they would only receive a cold stare and a cruel smile for their troubles.

Another year had come to pass this way and Draig had not been idle as he placed his hand against the wall he was chained to and smiled as a small explosion mangled the metal and thus his hand as well allowing it freedom.

Waiting a bit for his hand to heal Draig repeated the process and freed his other hand before allowing himself to stretch his body releasing several loud pops and groan.

“Time to collect my things” muttered Draig as his bare feet began slapping against the stone floor eerily.