Raja, still reeling from Vayu Putra's demise, turned to Alexander with a plan. "Old man, give Erica some of your blood—let's juice her up. Oh, and your last descendant, Michael Corvinus? He's Michael Storm now, I smuggled him to America. Container ship number's CX-472."
Alexander, nodding solemnly, handing over his son's fate to raja, his eyes heavy with the weight of his sons' demise.
The helicopter roared to life, chopping through the night toward an abandoned mountain fort—William's prison, hidden for centuries.
Raja clutched Alexander's blood pack, glancing at Selene. "Time for your glow-up, moon goddess."
He hooked the pack to her veins, using Telepathy to lull her into sleep. "MAYA, unlock my demi-god blood in her, mix it with Alexander's and hers—create a new bloodline, no hiccups."
MAYA: "Master, you're playing mad scientist with your girlfriend!"
The process churned for hours as the chopper neared the fort's jagged peaks.
The pilot piped up, "No landing zone in these mountains, sir."
Raja nodded, "When Selene wakes, tell her to look for us."
The pilot blinked but saluted. The tactical team, donning oxygen masks, prepped to dive into a river hiding the fort's submerged entrance.
Raja, ever extra, leapt Assassins Creed-style, plunging into the icy water with a splash.
The team followed, less gracefully, as Raja tapped Selene's childhood memories via Telepathy, swimming toward the hidden gate.
Meanwhile, Marcus, using the memories of Selene's blood contains, pinpointed William's prison. He slotted the key into the gate, stepping into a grim chamber where an iron maiden-like contraption held his brother.
Marcus unlocked the seal, revealing William, a massive werewolf, unconscious.
As the binds fell, William's eyes snapped open, lunging with feral rage.
Marcus, unfazed, pinned him, his voice soothing, "Brother, it's me try to remember control your rage."
William's snarls softened, recognition dawning.
Back at the entrance, Raja and the team surfaced, spotting the broken seal.
"We're late," Raja muttered.
"Boys, fan out, take positions, aim for the center. Only shoot on my order." The team nodded, rifles ready, spreading like shadows.
Raja strode to the middle, roaring, "Marcus, bat-faced fuck, bring your mutt brother out now and get ready for a world class ass whopping!"
A humanoid vampire and a towering werewolf emerged, eyes glowing with menace.
Marcus sneered, "Raja, today we feast on your flesh and blood."
Raja chuckled, "What's the hold-up? Bring it!"
Marcus and William charged, a deadly duo—William's wild, animalistic swipes clashing with Marcus's calculated strikes targeting Raja's weak points.
Raja danced through their onslaught, dodging with catlike grace, countering with punches and kicks.
The fight escalated to a blur, too fast for the team to track.
Marcus, true to form, ripped Raja's shirt, exposing his chiseled abs and demon back.
"Not again!" Raja growled, landing a thunderous kick that sent William crashing into a wall, rubble pinning him.
Marcus, enraged at his brother's plight, went full frenzy, claws and wings a whirlwind.
Raja, stone-faced, parried with precise punches and kicks, each hit drawing a paining moans from Marcus.
William, shaking off debris, charged with renewed fury, aiming to bite Raja's head off.
Marcus, pinning Raja for a split second, smirked, thinking victory was his.
William's jaws were inches away when Raja's lips curled into a smirk. "My queen has arrived," he said.
Flashback, 20 minutes ago: The helicopter circled the fort as Selene's body, infused with Alexander's blood and Raja's demi-god essence, evolved in seconds. Her eyes snapped open, power coursing through her. Ignoring the pilot's gasp, she flung open the door, scanned the fort, and leapt, zooming through the air with inhuman speed, crashing into the fort like a meteor.
Back to now: William, moments from chomping Raja, froze, a primal chill hitting his beastly brain.
Marcus, confused by Raja's words, faltered.
Selene, bursting through the stone ceiling like an armor-piercing bullet, landed on William's back, stomping him into the ground with a bone-crunching crack.
His tough werewolf frame shattered like glass. Marcus, horrified, watched as Selene kicked William like a football, embedding him cartoon-style into the fort's wall.
Seizing the moment, Raja disarmed Marcus with a flick, hurling him to crash beside his brother.
Raja adjusted his tattered shirt and pants, eyeing Selene.
Now 6 feet tall, her hourglass figure—39-28-42—radiated power, a female Captain America with curves that could stop traffic. Her presence screamed authority, grace, and raw strength—the true Vampire Queen.
She zoomed like the Flash, pinning Raja to the wall, her seductive smirk and piercing eyes locking onto him. Caressing his face, she kissed him deeply.
Raja, grinning, kissed back, hands roaming her curves, squeezing with glee.
The tactical team, blushing, averted their eyes, only to spot Marcus staggering up, shaking, and limping to William, who moaned, bones too broken to heal quickly, weakened from his fresh awakening.
The team leader shouted, "Sir Raja, Marcus!"
Raja broke the kiss, smirking, "Sorry, duty calls."
He strolled toward Marcus, who cradled his brother, tears streaming.
Marcus sensed a predator's gaze, turning to see Raja's chilling smirk.
His instincts screamed, replaying Raja's vow to rip him apart for wrecking Vayu Putra.
Defeated, Marcus knelt, pride shattered, ready for death at the hands of "a devil in human skin."
Raja loomed over him. "What's this, Marcus? Kneeling? Where's the OG vampire, the arrogant noble? Lost your spark? Where's the spiteful bat who flipped me off after trashing my car?"
Marcus glared, voice raw, "Shut up, devil! Pride, arrogance—they're nothing against your strength. Don't mock me. If I had your power, I'd tear you apart!"
Raja laughed, "That's your pride talking, justifying your cowardice? When you and your mutt brother rampaged, eating humans like snacks, you called them weak prey. Now a stronger human—me—beats you and William to a pulp, and I'm the devil?" Marcus, silenced, couldn't deny it; they'd treated humans as toys for centuries.
Raja stroked his chin, an idea sparking. "Marcus, if you matched my strength, would you fight me to kill?" The fort fell silent, a bad vibe rippling through Selene, the team, and even William's moans.
Raja tossed him a blood pack—Michael Corvinus's blood. "Drink it. Your Lycan scientist memories know what to do. Evolve your bloodline."
He sauntered to the center, conjuring a beach chair from his inventory, lounging like a king. Marcus, clutching the pack, tapped the scientist's memories, recalling Lucian's plan to merge Michael's human blood with vampire and werewolf strains for a new species.
Gulping it like a Slurpee, Marcus jolted, wounds healing instantly. His bloodline morphed, evolving into an adaptable Bloodline.
Turning to William, Marcus whispered, "Forgive me, brother," and bit his neck, draining his origin werewolf blood.
William reverted to a frail human form, lifeless.
Marcus's body surged, growing to 7 feet, muscles bulging, his face a grotesque bat-wolf hybrid, wings massive, legs clawed like a Lycan's.
He'd become Victor's nightmare—an abomination of dark creatures.
His eyes locked on Raja, who stood, signaling, "Bring it."
In a flash, Marcus struck, his fist sending Raja crashing through a wall, rubble exploding. Marcus roared, flexing his alpha dominance.
The tactical team, shaken, aimed to fire, but Selene raised a hand. "No need. Raja's got this beast."
She leaned against the wall, cool as ice.
The team hesitated, but Raja rose from the debris, spitting blood—Marcus had drawn first blood.
Ripping off his tattered clothes, leaving only red shorts, Raja's god-sculpted physique gleamed, every muscle chiseled to perfection.
His usual grin was gone, replaced by a Baki-like intensity, primal killing intent radiating.
Marcus, the beast, stepped back, fear creeping in.
Raja vanished, reappearing before Marcus, fist cocked. The punch launched Marcus through three stone walls, the fort shaking like a cannon had fired.
Marcus dug his claws into the ground, slowing his skid, staring at Raja with shock and dread.
Raja cracked his neck, striking a Baki pose. "MAYA, 50% power's overkill for this beast. Drop it to 30%."
MAYA: "Master, you're serving anime-level destruction with a side of sass!"
To Be Continued…