The travel went on for days, and for the first time, the prince experienced thirst more than ever. The heat was almost unbearable, and the only thing that would make it all worth it was the Philosopher's Stone.
He had underestimated the struggles of long travel, and though he has read about it a lot back at the Emperor's home, he still had a lot to know by experience. He had also naively assumed that the merchants had a near-infinite supply of water, but even that too was very limited. And unlike himself, the merchants were used to journeys such as this, so their bodies had adapted in some ways to this climate. Though Dracula know there was a possibility he would spend several years of his life searching for the Philosopher's Stone, as several people who knew far more than he did about alchemy weren't even lucky, it still slightly terrified him that this was the reality which might await him for the rest of his life. And woAbbula and Dracula began walking through the forests, looking around cautiously for anything strange or peculiar. Given all they now knew about the Forest, it would have been foolish to not be the least bit paranoid, even though on the surface, it just looked like a regular forest. Based on the map they had, there was a path in the midst of the woods, which they followed. According to those maps, in order to find what they were looking for, they have to follow the long path, which led to the caves, where the grave of the Alchemist was. On the surface, it seemed simple enough, but when the duo remembered the fact that only few people returned alive from this quest, they kept their expectations as low as they could. For a long time, neither of them spoke to one another, as their minds were focused on the goal at hand, each being too cautious for smalltalk. Or perhaps they were too afraid to talk, given the bad reputation this forest had with
The wandering duo had become a quintet, now including Carmo, the Archer, Arleno, the Swordsman, and Builius, the Barbarian. All five of them walked towards the caves, each awfully wary of the other, cautiously watching carefully to see who would pull a fast one first so each party would have an excuse to kill the other. Only Arleno kept a clear mind as he walked upfront, leading them towards the region where the caves were. Both parties tried to keep a safe distance from each other, with Abbula and Dracula being awfully cautious of the Archer, Carmo, whom they suspected could shoot at them very swiftly before they would be able to react. But the one that made Dracula most upset was Arleno, whom he suspected was a jack of all trades, given how he had grabbed Carmo's bow and arrow and landed a perfect strike on a rope over thirty feet from where he was standing within a split second. If he was that good with a bow and arrow, then
Dracula's power-hungry mindset didn't bode well with what was going on. He was barely able to accept adventuring with Abbula, who seemed trustworthy enough. Now he was working together with jungle bandits who wanted the same source of power he did. He found himself whispering his compulsive thoughts to himself as they walked along. "I want power." "I need power." "Without power, everything else is just idealistic garbage." "Power shouldn't be quelled, but craved. Not shared, but taken." "I can't have these people have access to such. It is mine. Mine, alone." While these thoughts plagued Dracula's mind, Arleno's voice brought him back to the present moment. They had arrived at what seemed to be a tall, large and circular barricade of thornbushes. At first glance, one would think it was a hoome in the middle of the jungle, but through the tiny spac
All Dracula could sense at the moment was pure darkness, his body felt numb to all feelings. And all that he could feel were his thoughts. "Oh, so is this what death feels like?" Dracula thought to himself for a moment, wanting to give in to his fate. But when he remembered what had caused his death in more detail, including his reasons for venturing into what led to it, he couldn't just let it end like this. "No, this can't be it" he thought to himself. "Not yet." And as he was doing so, he slowly began to feel his hands and feet, he felt his body start to feel like a body and the blackness slowly turning into dim light from the moon above. He opened his eyes and found himself right where he had died, looking around and seeing blood splattered around his body. He could remember his encounter with the Chimaera, which was trying to tear him apart, so he instantly got on his feet as fast as he could, ignoring his mild headache. H
"Also, it's not Tepez" he said to her. "Its Dracula." She nodded before he further introduced himself. "I am Vlad-Nosferatu Dracula" he said. "I have been gifted by God with the gift of eternal life, not the vague life promised in his Scriptures, but something that transcends even that. Because of this, by fate, I am the future ruler of all that breathes in this world. I am going to take down all three Emperors and become the only true Sovereign of this reality. Nobody shall stand against me, and my kingdom shall never end. I have chosen you to be my first disciple, because I wanted you to be a part of my dream. So now, you exist henceforth for my glory alone, and you will stand beside me until I find no use for you." Dracula then looked at her neck. "That might be a problem" he said as he noticed his bite mark. "Humans don't heal as fast, I remember." "Don't worry, it doesn't hurt. I'll cover it with something" she sa
"We can start with what you called me" Dracula said. "Kyuuketsuki. What does that mean?" Dracula didn't want to start, taking about the Chimaera, as he felt that was his secret to keep. He didn't want to know anymore, and nether did he want to tell anyone the little he had known. ""Kyuuketsuki," is an ancient name adapted from the term: Kyūketsu Kōmori, the name given to the much hated vampire bat" she said. "When the ancients wrote in their books of prophecy about the first human like yourself, they referred to the entity as the Kyuuketsuki. It sounded merely theoretical, but some took it as prophetic. And those that did were labelled as "the mad Alchemists." But they unwavered, being assertive with what they believed. Some even coming out to identify themselves as "Prophet's of the gods of Alchemy." They were the laughingstock of the era. Yet, here you are. The very fulfillment of all their prophecies. If they were
Meanwhile, back at Brannuka... Emperor Vlad opened his eyes, panting heavily as he got out of bed. The nude women who were sleeping next to him were also made awake by the way he had jolted out of bed. One by one they caressed his back, planting kisses on his sweaty shoulders. The day was bright and fair, as it was well past dawn that morning. "Your Majesty," they said. "Please come back to bed." "Are you both blind?" he asked them. "Can't you see its daybreak? Pack your things and get out. We are finished here." "Aw, come on, your Majesty. Don't be like that" one of them said. "You are obviously stressed. Was it a nightmare? Let us comfort you." Then he looked over his shoulder at that one. And from the look on his eyes alone, they could tell he was damn serious. So without hesitation, both women got out of bed, gathering their clothes and quickly putting them on. "Meet with the elde
Emperor Vlad was having his meeting with his officials, even though it had been about a week since he returned as an Emperor, there were a lot of things that were yet to be put in place. Vlad was begining to learn the heavy responsibilities that came with being an Emperor, and it felt unbearable. He was the type who didn't like it when too many people worked under him. As a micromanager, so he wanted to know everything going on in the Empire and manage as much as he could from meetings such as this. It had been quite productive so far, as they were able to address multiple major problems reakted to rebellions and keeping the peace between regions. But ever since Dracula came back, the meeting had never been the same. It became unproductive, and the officials were stressed, given what had just happened. Just a mere encounter with the Prince had upset everyone in some way, and nobody was in the right frame of mind anymore. The