Leviathan and Beatriz joined forces to perform the ritual that would open the gates of Hell.
Leviathan intended to use the forbidden knowledge of the witches to ensure the ritual's success.
As the incantation echoed through the tower, the sky darkened. Thunder roared across the skies while blinding flashes of lightning split the clouds.
Outside the tower, Xylon and the others remained hidden in the shadows.
"It looks like they've already begun the ritual," Lucas said.
"Let's move. Before it's too late," Xylon replied.
Everyone nodded.
The moment they rushed toward the tower, hordes of monstrous creatures charged at them.
"We'll take care of this trash," Heberlin declared.
"Be careful," Xylon warned.
Heberlin, Xenon, Stephen, and Blake stayed behind to hold off the monsters while the others stormed inside the tower.
As soon as they entered, they were confronted by several witches and chimeras.
"Tsk... what a nuisance," Xylon muttered.
"We'll handle these ones," Mist said confidently.
Without hesitation, Mist and the others charged into battle, clearing a path.
Xylon's group hurried toward the third floor.
When they arrived, they found Leviathan in the middle of chanting the ritual.
"Leviathan!" Xylon shouted.
Leviathan glanced over his shoulder and smirked. "So you've finally arrived."
"We won't let your plan succeed," Xerxes declared.
At Leviathan's command, the demons immediately rushed toward Xylon and the others.
Meanwhile, Lucas stood face-to-face with Beatriz.
"Tsk... I should have killed you when you were still a baby," Beatriz sneered.
"Too bad you didn't," Lucas replied coldly. "Now it's time to put an end to your madness... Mother."
Beatriz lunged at him, but Lucas swiftly dodged her attack.
He wasted no time in casting a spell on her.
"Sicut fumus in vitro inclusus,
Sicut aqua in lapidem mutata,
Fluctus potentiae praetereat,
Umbram in osse relinquens.
Inania pulmones,
Claude gutter,
Submerge navem et accende ratem!"
The spell instantly took effect.
Beatriz froze in place, unable to move a single muscle. She could only watch in horror as her chest heaved, desperately gasping for air.
Veins turned black against her skin—the trapped power burning hot through her bones.
"I'm still far stronger than you," Lucas said.
Drawing his silver sword, he drove the blade straight through her heart.
A piercing scream escaped Beatriz's lips as her body burst into flames.
Lucas slowly closed his eyes.
"If only... you had treated me as your son," he whispered.
Within moments, her body was reduced to ashes.
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Akuma hurled a blazing fireball at Leviathan, but the demon effortlessly dodged it.
"Hahaha! Did you really think something like that could hurt me?" Leviathan mocked.
Lucas quickly rushed to Xylon and pulled out the enchanted card.
"Now!" he shouted.
Xylon and Akuma placed their hands on the card as the three of them chanted an ancient incantation together.
The card erupted with brilliant golden light.
"W-What are you doing?!" Leviathan shouted in alarm.
Smoke suddenly poured from his body as he let out an agonized scream.
Unable to endure the searing pain any longer, Leviathan was forced out of Viel's body.
The moment the demon was expelled, Arden caught Viel before he collapsed onto the floor.
"You fools! You'll never defeat me!" Leviathan roared.
"That's what you think," Xylon answered calmly.
He raised the glowing card high into the air.
Its divine light engulfed Leviathan.
The demon shrieked as his body slowly burned away.
"N-No! This can't be happening!" he screamed.
With one final deafening explosion, Leviathan's body shattered into countless fragments before crumbling into ash.
Only a mass of black smoke remained.
Lucas immediately opened a magical portal and sealed the smoke inside before it could escape.
Akuma collapsed to his knees, breathing heavily.
"Is... is it over, Dad?" he asked weakly.
A gentle smile appeared on Xylon's face.
"It's over, my son."
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Outside the tower, every monster, witch, and summoned creature suddenly vanished into thin air.
A smile spread across Xenon's face.
Once again...
Xylon and his companions had saved the world.
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Few days later...
The grand hall of the royal palace was filled with vampires gathered to celebrate the nobles' victory over their enemies.
Today was also the official coronation of Akuma as the Crown Prince of the Vampire Kingdom, while Viel would retain his title as Prince.
"All hail His Majesty, the King!" the High Priest proclaimed.
Every vampire immediately knelt as King Xylon entered the throne room with regal dignity.
Waiting before the throne were his two sons.
As Xylon approached, the Prime Minister respectfully handed him a jeweled crown.
Akuma stepped forward and knelt before his father.
"Akuma Vladimir Serolf," Xylon declared, his voice echoing throughout the hall, "I hereby appoint you as the Crown Prince of the Aznar Kingdom. May you use your strength, wisdom, and authority to protect our people and lead this kingdom with honor."
He gently placed the crown upon Akuma's head.
Thunderous applause erupted throughout the palace.
Xylon then accepted another crown.
Viel stepped forward and knelt.
"And you... Viel Kyuri Serolf."
Because he lacked pure vampire blood, Viel was forced to surrender the name Vladimir—a title inherited from the first king and reserved exclusively for the crown prince and future ruler of Aznar. In its place, he claimed the name Kyuri, meaning "Lord" or "Ruler." It was a fitting choice for his true destiny: not as a vampire king, but as the future sovereign of Hell and the sole protector bridging the worlds of demons, vampires, and humanity.
"Though vampire blood does not flow through your veins, your heart is as noble as any true vampire's. I hereby appoint you as a Prince of the Aznar Kingdom. May you continue to defend the innocent, protect those who suffer, and serve as a pillar of support and guidance for the Crown Prince," Xylon said.
Viel smiled and nodded respectfully.
Xylon carefully placed the second crown upon his head.
The two princes stood side by side before their people.
The entire hall erupted into cheers.
"Long live His Majesty, King Xylon!"
"Long live Crown Prince Akuma!"
"Long live Prince Viel!"
"Long live the royal family!"
Akuma and Viel couldn't hide the joy on their faces.
As music began to swell through the hall, ministers approached to offer their congratulations. The nobility mingled, laughing, dancing, and drinking in celebration. Xenon and the rest of their companions soon joined them, offering warm words and sharing in the conversation.
Entertaining the sea of guests was utterly exhausting, yet the joy swelling within the two princes was irreplaceable. At long last, they had uncovered their true identities, and the court around them accepted them for who they were.
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After the celebration, the two brothers wandered into the royal garden.
"I'm so happy," Akuma said with a bright smile.
"So am I," Viel replied. "I still can't believe this is happening. I'm grateful Father accepted me... even though I'm not his biological son."
"Because he loves you," Akuma answered warmly. "And I'm glad you're my brother."
The two exchanged a playful high-five before laughing together.
"Our children..."
A gentle voice drifted through the quiet garden.
Both brothers turned toward the fountain.
"M-Mother?" Viel whispered.
Two radiant women slowly appeared before them.
They were the spirits of Jade and Luna.
Jade walked toward Akuma, her eyes filled with endless love.
"My son... I'm so happy you've finally found your father."
She wrapped him in a warm embrace.
"M-Mom...? Is... is it really you?" Akuma asked, his voice trembling.
"Yes, my son. It's me."
Tears streamed down Akuma's face as he hugged her tightly.
Nearby, Luna approached Viel with a gentle smile.
"My son... You've grown into such a fine young man. Xerxes truly kept the promise he made to me."
She embraced him lovingly.
"Y-You're... my mother?" Viel asked through tears.
"Yes, Viel. I am."
Unable to hold back his emotions any longer, Viel hugged her tightly.
"I missed you so much, Mom..."
Jade and Luna each kissed their sons gently on the cheek.
Although they longed to stay, their time together was brief.
Slowly, their spirits faded into countless glowing lights before disappearing into the sky.
Akuma and Viel waved goodbye through their tears.
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Four Years Later
Two handsome young men rode their horses across the vast green plains, racing beneath the endless blue sky.
"Hahaha! Hurry up, Akuma! I'm going to beat you!" Viel laughed.
"Don't celebrate too soon," Akuma called back with a grin. "I'll be the first to reach the finish!"
Their horses galloped at full speed until both crossed the finish line at exactly the same time.
They laughed before turning their gaze toward the magnificent Kingdom of Aznar stretching across the horizon.
"It's beautiful... isn't it?" Akuma said softly.
"It truly is," Viel replied. "A paradise."
"Someday... one of us will rule this kingdom," Akuma said.
Viel chuckled. "I have no interest in becoming king. You can have the throne."
Akuma laughed. "That's because you'd rather spend your days wandering around."
Viel laughed along with him.
Suddenly, the deep blast of a royal horn echoed from the palace.
The ceremony was about to begin.
"Looks like we should head back," Akuma said. "They're probably already looking for us."
Viel smirked mischievously. "I'm sure Lady Iris is the one looking for you."
Akuma laughed. "Me? She's obviously looking for you."
"No thanks," Viel replied with a grin.
The two brothers laughed as they urged their horses forward.
Together, they galloped back toward the royal palace...
...and toward the future that awaited them.
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End of Season 3...