Mihail gave the order to fire. I didn't flinch. I was
curious—genuinely curious—about what my endurance
was like now. So I stood there, unbothered, as the
dummies obeyed. The bullets tore through me. Yes, it
hurt. Of course it did. But not the way they wanted it to.
Not like pain. More like… stings. Bee stings, irritating
and sharp, but manageable. My body staggered slightly
under the impact, but my mind stayed focused.
I clenched my fists, centering myself. I could feel the
bullets lodged inside me—metal scraping against bone
and muscle, pulsing with my heartbeat. I focused
harder. Then… they moved. The bullets began to shift
through my body, snaking toward my arms. My
muscles twitched, and the wounds began closing
almost immediately, tissue stitching itself together
with unnatural speed. Once all the bullets had gathered
in my hands, I looked up at them—my attackers,
standing there confused, backing away already. "I
believe these belong to you," I said. And without
warning, I hurled the bullets back. Faster than the eye
could follow, they tore through the air like miniature
comets. One after another, they struck—throats, skulls,
hearts. Screams were cut short. Bodies dropped. Silence
followed. Heavy. Tense.
I turned to Mihail, calm and deliberate, and said with a
smirk, "Oh, please… get up. I know you're not that
much of a wimp—well, not saying you aren't already.
Let's face it, you're nothing but a pathetic coward too
afraid to admit the truth." I stepped toward him.
"That your son is stronger than you." Mihail slowly
raised his head, his expression unreadable at first. Then
he said, almost mockingly, "Hey… uhm… does this
belong to you?" And what he did next… I wasn't ready
for. Mihail stood tall, calm, and utterly infuriating,
holding up what looked like a reinforced containment
jar. Floating inside, compressed and shimmering with
restrained fury, was Sarah—in her bat form, wings
folded, twitching with futile resistance. "What?!" I
barked, stunned. I didn't even see him move. Not a
blink, not a breeze. He just had her. Mihail tilted his
head mockingly, voice cool as ever. "What's the matter,
kid? No dramatic one-liner? No sarcastic quip?" His
smile didn't reach his eyes. "I have to admit, you're
almost intimidating now. Almost." Sarah screeched
inside the jar, her tiny body thrashing in panic.
Whatever that thing was—it was made to suppress
vampires. Probably anti-vampire tech. She couldn't
even twitch freely.
Mother reacted instantly—fierce and silent. Her hand
stretched out and her telekinesis surged like a shockwave,
fast and invisible, aiming to snatch the jar. But Mihail had
been ready. His own force—colder, sharper—blasted back,
redirecting the momentum and sending her backwards.
She turned to me without breaking eye contact with
Mihail. "Leave this to me, child. Mommy's gotta settle an
old score with this government-issued greaseball. Now
cover your eyes, kiddo—mommy and daddy are about to
fight, and it ain't gonna be PG-13. Some adult shit's about
to go down." The next second was a blur of kinetic fury.
Their bodies vanished from sight—telekinetic propulsion
boosting their speed beyond human recognition. The air
bent around them as they clashed mid-air, invisible strikes
echoing like thunder in a bottle. Windows around us
cracked from the pressure. Dust lifted, caught in spiraling
waves of unseen force. Mihail hovered high, coat
fluttering, eyes alight with cold resolve. "You always were
dramatic," he muttered, flicking a telekinetic blade of wind
toward her. Nasira dodged by flipping upside down mid
air, bouncing off an invisible platform. "Dramatic? Honey,
I had to fake every orgasm with you—if that ain't
dramatic, I don't know what is!" she fired back, twirling
like a tornado and launching five crimson energy bolts
from her trident at once.
He grunted, unimpressed, shielding the jar. "I never
cared about you, Nasira. Just your power. You were a
weapon. Useful. Until now." Nasira cackled as she
launched a flying knee at his face, then kicked off his
shoulder mid-impact. "Awww, baby! You only loved
me for my… mind?" she said mockingly, tracing
curves with her fingers. "Tragic. But understandable. I
am the full damn package—brains, beauty, and one
hell of a body count." Mihail swirled in midair, casting
a gravitational wave toward her. She absorbed it into
a vortex, redirecting it with a flick of her wrist. "You
talk like a man who reads too much Ayn Rand and
jerks off to military documentaries," she teased. "You
talk like a clown with access to power she doesn't
deserve," he growled. "Oh sweetheart, I earned this
power. You just borrowed yours from the white
supremacist wet dream called the United States
government!" Mihail's expression darkened. "America
keeps the balance. We decide who lives and who fades.
There is order. Power decides justice. The weak perish
or serve. That's the way of all things." "Oh, there it is!
The fascism!" she cried theatrically, launching herself
at him again. Their collision sent a sonic quake
through the ground.
"You know, it's always 'order this, power that' with
you types. But really, you're just insecure school
bullies with nukes and daddy issues." "Look who is
talking. You are the one with daddy issues, bird of
Hermes. Also, you mock because you have no
argument." Mihail said. "I mock because your
argument is a word salad marinated in blood and
sprinkled with bald eagle tears!" Meanwhile, I just
stood there, blinking. "...Are they talking politics?" I
whispered, confused. "I mean, I think this is politics?
Maybe?" Yeah it was obvious, but I was a fool at the
time. I had no idea what any of that meant. I was a
history-fantasy guy. Knights, demons, gods, swords,
curses—I could follow that. But this? Geopolitical
insults during a floating death battle between my
parents? That was out of my comfort zone. "You're a
dictator with delusions of godhood!" Nasira screamed
mid-spin, "I am god to the insects crawling beneath
me," Mihail declared, repelling the strike and sending
her crashing into a car—which exploded. She burst
out laughing, sitting up from the wreckage, smoking.
"Oh please. God? You? You ain't even the manager.
You're the suggestion box nobody reads!"
He darted down at her, faster than lightning. She
caught him with both hands, forehead against his,
eyes wild. "You gonna hit me, baby?" she cooed. "Or
are we gonna do the usual—argue, fight, then kiss in
front of the corpses?" He snarled. "You're not worth
hating." She smiled darkly. "That's why you're
losing." Then it happened. Even remembering it
makes my chest tighten. If I were stronger… maybe
things would've been different. Yeah, I was powerful,
sure. But not enough. Not nearly enough. I was a fool
who didn't even know how to unlock what I truly
was. And now? Now you want me to continue, right?
Of course you do. The part where I suffer is always
more interesting. Very well. Here's what happened.
Mihail's voice was cold, almost gentle. "It's time to go,
honey. It was nice playing with you." Before I could
even process it, he sprayed blood toward my mother.
It looked wrong—thick, viscous, and almost glowing
under the shattered ceiling light. She gasped,
staggering back instantly. "You bastard… The
venomous blood of the Ancient Hydra?!"
I froze. My throat went dry. I felt my soul start to peel
away from my body. "You'll die just being near it,"
she hissed, her breath growing heavier.
Mihail's eyes narrowed in cruel satisfaction.
"Exactly. I knew that was the only thing that could
kill you, Nasira. It's fatal to vampires. To demons.
Even gods. Dug it up during my fossil research… long
ago. A gift from history itself." My mother smirked,
even through the pain. "Of course. America finds
something ancient and powerful that could've
helped the world… and your first instinct is, 'let's
weaponize it.' Classic." With one savage motion,
Mihail lifted her own trident using his telekinesis—
and drove it through her torso, impaling her brutally.
Just like his father Vlad used to do. I screamed. I
lunged. But he was faster. With godlike precision, he
struck me back with a surge of pressure that felt like
a mountain falling on me. My body crashed into the
wall, bounced again and again—pain lighting every
nerve. I hit the floor in a heap. Broken. Useless. I
crawled, bleeding, every breath a plea for mercy I no
longer believed in. "M-Mother…!" He moved to strike
me again. But she raised her eyes, and from the
depths of her pain came a fury unchained. "Get your
filthy fucking hands off my son!"
With a final roar of raw, pure power, she gripped
the trident impaling her and forced it forward with a
telekinetic burst so intense, Mihail didn't even see it
coming. It blasted through him, pinning his smug
body to the far wall like a ragdoll, blood spraying
from the impact. But she collapsed soon after, her
body shaking, the poison spreading. "No—no, please,
Mom!" I scrambled to her side, holding her trembling
body. "Go…" she whispered. "Go help Sarah…" I
looked back. Mihail, that vile bastard, was limping
away. Sarah still trapped in the jar in his hand. Her
tiny bat wings twitched helplessly. Panic surged in
me. I looked at Sarah. Then back at my mother. Then
Sarah again. No… my mother was more important.
But Sarah… she helped me when no one else did. Yet
my mom. She—"K-Kid…" Mother rasped. "Look, I…"
She smiled weakly. "As the Bird of Hermes… I tamed
myself… to you. You were always my owner from the
moment of your birth." I stared, unable to speak.
"I served you. As a mother… and not by choice. Not
out of duty. But love." "Mom, no, please. Don't speak.
Just breathe, slow and easy, okay?" I said, tears now
running freely.
She touched my face, lovingly. "Go, Alucard. Save
your friend. Make Mama proud." Then, in one swift,
deliberate motion, she pulled me close—and bit into
my neck. Her essence… her power… her soul flowed
into me. It wasn't gentle. It was a firestorm. It
surged into my veins, expanded my awareness,
burned through my limits. My eyes widened—my
muscles tensed. I could feel her in me. Her warmth.
Her strength. Her memories. Everything. She was
giving me… everything. "No… no, Mom! What have
you done?!" "I was going to die anyway, silly…" she
said with a smile. "Why?! Why would you do this?!" I
begged. "I didn't even get time with you. I was cruel.
Cold. I didn't treat you the way you deserved. I—I'm
sorry. I'm so sorry. But please… please don't leave
me! I'll change, I swear. Just stay. Please…" I
clutched her tightly, sobbing like a child, shaking
like a leaf in the storm. She hugged me weakly. "It's
okay, honey. Look at me… smile, alright? For me. Be
happy for me. That's all I ever wanted. Seeing you
with Sarah… it made me happy. So happy." I forced
a smile through the tears. The hardest thing I've
ever done.
She chuckled softly, even then. "Oh, sweetheart…
you look like a kitten when you smile." Her voice
faded. She blinked slowly… then whispered, "Take
care. Save Sarah. I love you… Adam." And then…
silence. A silence deeper than death. No wind. No
sound. Only my heartbeat. My breath. She was gone.
Ashes flying away. A hole ripped through my soul—
and nothing could fill it. Then… I felt it. A flicker. A
heat. It started small. Then it burned hotter.
Stronger. A volcano igniting inside my chest. My
body trembled, unable to contain the storm now
roaring within me. My grief. My rage. My despair.
The sorrow twisted. The hate awakened. My eyes
breathed fire. And everything… faded to black.