Dracula easily dodged the bident, body twisting with liquid grace, before going for a stab with his rapier.
The blade flashed forward, aimed straight for Hades's throat.
He stabbed the abdomen of Hades, puncturing it through with his rapier.
The blade sank deep in a single, fluid motion, crimson essence flaring along the edge as it tore through divine flesh.
Hades groaned with pain, a low, guttural sound that rumbled from his chest like distant thunder in the underworld.
His pitch-dark eyes widened for a fraction of a second, body jerking from the impact.
Blood, thick, black, and cold as grave soil, spilled from the wound in a slow, viscous stream.
But his sacrifice bought Poseidon enough time to recover himself and retreat.
The sea god staggered backward, trident clutched tightly, salt-scented mist coiling around him as he put distance between himself and Dracula.
Necros, the Sovereign of the undead, raised both hands.
