Daddy eating your meat...
*BOOOOOOOOOOOOM!*
A huge cloud of smoke erupts into the sky... Though, it doesn't originate from Reima and Lothaire's clash... Both had backed off upon hearing the sudden unexpected sound, looking over into the distance where they could barely see a plume of smoke rising from the horizon...
Reima squints at it, trying to see what'd caused it and if it was dangerous or not... Whatever it was, it was clearly powerful enough to cause an explosion that could be seen for miles, judging by the height of the smoke, and how long it'd taken for the sound to reach them, it must be incredibly far from where they currently are...
At this moment, every Vampire on the continent gets shivers and goosebumps, all experiencing feelings of dread, doom, and fear...
Lothaire himself can feel cold sweat creeping down his back as something primal seems to be calling to him... He gulps his saliva and glances at Reima, noticing something from the ground attempting to take advantage of their distracted state.
A large red projectile head's straight for Reima who blinks to the side to avoid it, looking over and spotting a Nilfgaardian soldier with a glowing red arm pointed at him.
*Whistle!*
*CRASH!*
From the corner of his eye he notices Lothaire disappear as a large shadow passes through... He looks over to where the Vampire had landed and blows the dust away with an Aard, gaping at what was before him...
A huge stone monolith with runes covering it had completely crushed Lothaire like a giant spear, big and pieces of the Vampire littered the area due to the force of the attack literally causing his body to explode.
Clearly, Lothaire wasn't going to get up anytime soon, even his clones had all burst into smoke... Reima is incredibly confused at this... Wasn't this supposed to he his final confrontation against the Vampire? Once he was done he'd go home, sip martini's, fuck like rabbits and live "Happily ever after"?...
A plume of red mist shoots from the horizon where the smoke was, making it's way to the monolith before reforming into something Reima hadn't seen before...
It resembled the true forms of the Higher Vampires he'd come across before, with one exception... It was neither bulky, nor large... Instead it was sized similarly to the average size of a human, looking more like a Xenomorph than anything else.
Its wings didn't move as it floated above the monolith and looks down at what was left of Lothaire, the bloody pieces of flesh littering the place. The Nilfgaardian army didn't move, the commander with the glowing red arm keeping them still to see what this creature would do, would it help them or assist their enemy?
The creature growls something, its throat apparently not ab;e to formulate words at this moment... A moment passes as the sound of gurgling and the tearing of flesh starts and finishes, the creature opening it's mouth and finally speaking. "My... Unfillial son, Lothaire... You ally with creatures and traitors, and dare attempt to IMPRISON ME?!?!" he roars, down at the bloody chunks of flesh, Reima wasn't entirely sure if Lothaire was able to hear him...
"You were right to fear me! For your betrayal, I WILL DEVOUR YOU!" he shouts, diving down and grabbing the flesh before stuffing it into his mouth, loudly chewing and slurping the juices... Lothaire's flesh seems to sense the danger, it trying in vain to wriggle away from the new arrival, though, still getting eating regardless.
Reima isn't really sure what to do here, that dude just ate his opponent, which is... Good? Right? But it's still a Vampire, so unless he agrees to not harm other races they'll inevitably have to fight. He waits until the Vampire had completely devoured Lothaire before asking him anything, it'd be best to start on the right foot, and he'd never enjoyed it when someone interrupted him when he was eating... "Er, yo?"
...
The Vampire slowly turns, it's eye-less visage licking its lips clean with a tongue a few times too long... "What is it, Mortal?" they ask, apparently not bothered by Reima's glowing body and dragon wings.
Reima "Who are you, and what do you intend to do now?" he asks, getting straight to the point.
...
The being stands, their height reaching 7.5ft as its wings extend to their fullest reach, "Me?... I am DRACULA, GRAND ELDER OF ALL VAMPIRE KIND, AND STRONGEST BEING ON THIS PLANET!"
....
Reima sighs, "Another Dracula huh?... Feels like this troupe is getting overused."
Dracula growls at him, "Another!? SHOW ME THE IMPOSTER USING MY NAME!" he roars.
Reima "Er, no... I was thinking of... A book! Yeah, a piece of fiction." he adds, hoping to calm this guy enough to actually talk to them. "So... Dracula, What are you intentions now that you've apparently escaped whatever prison you were being held in?"
...
Dracula "The links to our world are gone, it is time for us to make this world ours, which means... ALL MORTALS ARE NOW OUR PROPERTY!" he points at Reima, "YOU WILL SERVE ME, OR DIE!"
...
Reima "Ah, for fuck sake! Why are you guys so fucking annoying! "Take over the world" this, and "Enslave all mortals" that, where's the originality!?! How about you start a coffee shop or somethi-"
*BOOOOOOM!*
Reima isn't able to react to the unexpected attack, the Grand Elder shooting towards him at ridiculous speeds and stabbing his claws at him... Reima had barely blocked with Armament Haki, but was sent THROUGH a mountain regardless!
He explodes out the other side of the mountain, colliding with a few others before finally regaining his bearings and stabilizing himself. He looks above the mountain he'd just been sent through and spots Dracula flying towards him at crazy fast speeds.