Kon stands over the open tomb, his coat trailing in the stale crypt air.
The rotten corpse of Dracula — once terror of empires — lies stiff in the dim light, stripped of all dread.
Kon runs his gloved fingers along the decaying ribcage, almost gentle — almost reverent. Then that thin smile cuts his face.
> Kon (calmly, low)
"We did jump through time, you know. Because patience is for men — not for kings."
He lifts his eyes to Victor, who watches like a loyal hound in the shadows.
> Victor (bowed, quiet)
"What will you do with this rotting corpse, my lord?"
Kon chuckles softly — the sound like ice cracking. He stands, eyes glinting.
> Kon
"Consume him. Consume Tsukime. Consume the Void Gem.
And when the pieces fit — the old world burns in my blood."
A brief silence. Then Kon's smile fades, replaced by that dead calm.
> Kon
"But first — we attend the meeting. The Supreme Deity waits."
Victor bows deeper, voice hushed:
> Victor
"As you wish — my Majesty."
Kon snaps the tomb shut with one boot — the echo rolling like thunder through centuries of stone
Scene: Kon at the Supreme Tribunal
Kon steps through the dimensional rift, Victor, Remji, Fuko, and Hazo behind him.
The air shifts — a vortex of cold light, then stone platforms floating like islands in a void.
They land. Shadows of enormous pillars, winged watchers, other ancient gods — all watching silently.
A black-robed servant appears from the mist, head low:
> Servant: "Welcome, Lord Kon. Please take your place."
Kon says nothing — just glances at Victor.
Victor smirks, Fuko bows slightly, Remji cracks his neck.
They all step forward onto the floating stone platform.
It drifts — carrying them above a vast obsidian table surrounded by towering chairs.
At the center — the main throne, and a lady sits there: the Supreme Deity, watching Kon calmly.
Kon's stone stops to her left. He sits, leg crossed, arms resting.
His coat drapes like a shadow. He doesn't greet anyone — just lights a smoke, eyes half closed.
The other gods — like figures in the image — glare, whisper, shift uncomfortably.
None of them speak first.
Victor leans down, whispers:
> Victor: "As you wish, my lord… all of them will kneel today, if you ask."
Kon exhales smoke. Doesn't even answer.
He just smiles — cold, calm — and waits for the Supreme Deity to speak.
Scene: Kon vs Zeus, Ares, and the Gods
Kon exhales smoke. He doesn't bow, doesn't stand — just stares lazily at Zeus sitting opposite, next throne at the head.
Kon (casual, mocking):
> "Wsp, Lord Zeus."
The other gods shift. Zeus narrows his eyes — thunder hums low behind his voice.
Zeus:
> "Who are you, child? You speak my name as if you're my equal."
Kon flicks ash off his cigarette.
Kon:
> "Someone from Earth, maybe. You may say I'm the descendant of Dracula."
The chamber murmurs — some laugh, some frown.
Zeus leans forward, voice echoing like rolling clouds:
Zeus:
> "I see… Vlad the Impaler — ruthless, feared, power-hungry."
Kon smiles faintly — a tiny tilt of his head, amused.
> "Yeah. And more."
At the far end, the god Nerose watches Kon like a hawk — silent, eyes glinting.
Ares, tapping his armored fingers on the table, snorts and leans forward.
Ares (mocking):
> "A little vampire spawn. After this meeting, I'll crush you myself — hunt down every drop of Dracula's rotten blood."
Scene — "Kon at the Divine Council" (continued)
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Victor stands behind Kon — black coat, spine straight, hands folded behind his back. He leans forward, whispers into Kon's ear.
The gods can't hear it.
The audience can't hear it.
Only Nerose watches — eyes like a serpent's — and thinks:
Nerose (to himself)
> "If I were you, Ares, I wouldn't test him. That 'magician' — Kon — is not just a mortal. That man whispering in his ear? Victor — a swordsman who could cut the air itself. Those two shadows behind him? They'd tear this whole council apart before you could lift your spear."
Ares grunts, fists tight — but says nothing.
Kon's smile widens — teeth showing in a shark grin, eyes closed as Victor whispers on.
No one knows what is being promised. But Nerose sees the flicker — and smirks to himself:
> "I met him once in another realm. I survived because I bowed."
Then — the room shifts.
A door of starlight opens — the goddess Asherah enters, draped in flowing divine silk. The other gods lean back — but Kon rises.
He doesn't bow low — just a slight nod, one palm on his chest.
Kon:
> "Good to see you, my Highness. I have seen many goddesses — but none quite so radiant. Even with my unworthy blood, I'm honored to stand before you."
Asherah stops — amused — her lips curve.
> "You are… something else, Kon. So bold — yet polite."
Kon doesn't break his grin — eyes half open.
> "Boldness is survival. And the last descendant of Dracula does not kneel for free — but to you, my Highness, I shall."
He bows slightly — enough to show power, not weakness.
Asherah's fingertips brush under his chin — lifts his face.
> "You interest me. If you were truly loyal — my daughter would adore you. Perhaps I would too…"
Murmurs around the table — a few gods clench teeth. Ares grinds his jaw.
Zeus drums his fingers — thunder flickers behind his eyes.
Kon sits back down — Victor remains like a statue.
Then the council talk turns — the debate: the Realms of Glory, devoured by a nameless cosmic rot. Stones missing, dimensions fraying.
Zeus leans forward — eyes narrow:
> "Do you have proof, Kon? Why take my side?"
Kon tilts his head — taps the table once with a black fingernail.
> "Because your thunder, my lord Zeus, is wasted while the rot eats your kingdom from inside. The stone you clutch? Look closer — the erosion is from the Realms of Glory's corruption, not your enemies."
A smaller god snarls:
> "What proof—"
Kon's grin cuts him off — he gestures lazily to a black shard on the table.
> "This shard — from the mouth of your own devourer. Silence is your only argument? Then I win."
Thunder rumbles. Zeus stares at the shard — silent.
Nerose laughs quietly, leaning back.
> "My Highness… Kon speaks truths. Uncomfortable, but true."
Asherah watches Kon — eyes soft, a small smile.
> "Perhaps you should advise us more often, Kon. Perhaps… more than that."
Kon bows his head — his smile like a blade hidden under silk.
> "For you, my Highness, I shall stand ready."
Victor behind him nods once — Remji and Fuko stand, unmoving, eyes locked on the gods.
The Council murmurs — thunder rolls — but Kon sits perfectly still, smiling, as if he already owns the whole table
Scene — Kon at the Divine Feast (Full)
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The meeting ends. The grand stone tables fill with gold plates, fruits, silver goblets. Gods and nobles murmur — the air cold but alive with power.
Servant girls move like shadows — placing food, pouring wine.
Ares steps in front of Kon — broad chest, rage burning behind his eyes — but Kon doesn't even glance at him. He just shifts slightly, eyes on Nerose.
Nerose:
> "Well, my lord."
Ares (low growl):
> "You—"
Kon lifts his glass, ignoring Ares completely — he speaks to Nerose as if the god of war is invisible.
Nerose (smirks):
> "I guess he doesn't like you."
Kon (soft smile, voice calm):
> "Yeah… guess so."
Nerose laughs once — they sit. Victor stands behind Kon's chair, hands behind his back, eyes down — loyal shadow.
Servant girls peek at Kon — one gasps, covers her mouth — whispers ripple:
> "So handsome… so cold…"
Nerose leans in:
> "Seems you're quite the sight for them, Lord Kon."
Kon shrugs, smiling faintly:
> "Let them see. Doesn't change what must be done."
Khione arrives — frost clinging to her silk robe — her hair like snowlight. She stands beside Kon's chair.
Khione:
> "Wsp, Kon. May I sit?"
Kon gestures to the empty place beside him.
> "Of course, Ice Queen. There's room."
She sits, lips curved — eyes sharp, but warm.
They speak — realms, parallels, other selves. Nerose listens — the table flickers with light and cold mist.
Then — a shy voice.
A young servant girl, small and trembling, steps forward — cheeks red.
Servant Girl #1:
> "Lord Kon… if you don't mind… could I sit with you? For a painting… with you?"
Victor steps forward fast — cold eyes, ready to hush her away.
Kon lifts his hand — Victor freezes. Kon turns — soft smile, eyes half-closed.
He reaches out — places his hand gently on her shoulder. She gasps — feels his warmth through his cold presence.
Kon (quiet, soft grin):
> "It's fine. Sit here."
She sits — shy, hands on her lap, heart racing.
Another servant girl appears — canvas and brush in trembling hands.
Servant Girl #2:
> "My lord… may I draw you both? Please…"
Kon glances at Victor — who bows his head, silent.
Kon nods once — no words.
He leans closer to the shy girl at his side — his voice a low whisper:
Kon:
> "Stay still. Let them see you beside me. It'll be beautiful."
The girl hides her smile — flustered, near tears — the brush strokes begin.
Nerose laughs under his breath — Khione watches, tapping her nail on her goblet — her eyes locked on Kon.
All the gods at the table glance over — silent envy, silent fear.
Kon just sits there — still as stone — but smiling like a monster who knows exactly how beautiful power tastes.
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