Between Children and Teachers part 2

Albert's camp was almost fully packed. It was not more than 8:00 am when Diane and Jack arrived, they saw Albert who was struggling to pitch a tent next to an elderly man, they quickly approached while watching the fierce battle, where the tent seemed to have the odds. win.

"Albert doubles that part," the old man told him, while he tried to tie a strap preventing everything from falling apart.

- Not Victor! - Albert answered angrily - I tell you that you fold that part first.

- Look, I have made more tents than you. - replied the old man with a face that was scary to him drunk - I tell you to double that part. Stop being stubborn!

- This is a modern tent, - Albert was now kicking the canvas tent trying to stuff it into its original packaging - not an old geezer like your old man.

- Ahem - Diane cleared her throat - good morning, gentlemen

The two men looked at her, then at Jack, Victor let go of the leash letting all the work they had done go to waste, then he ran over and grabbed young Jack by the shoulders.

- you are well? - was the first thing I asked, then I look at it from all angles, as if looking for something in particular- Have you felt strange? or have you noticed anything unusual?

Jack flinched at the old man's curious look, but responded.

- considering that I have been a vampire for less than 2 days I think that everything is unusual

"I'm not worried that you're a vampire," Victor replied, "I mean that now you're Dante."

- What does it mean? - Jack did not understand the old man's words, what did that mean of being dante?

-Dante, he is a mythological hero, he is supposed to belong to another world, not much else is known apart from the fact that he is the son of a fearsome being, a galactic calamity called Alurck, together with 4 heroes he managed to capture his father and found a prosperous empire, until the day a descendant of those heroes destroyed the entire human empire.

I still don't understand anything sir.

-the relic that represents that hero is supposed to keep a fraction of his power, when his power is broken it enters the body of whoever is closest, it will be with you until the day the 13 Bacon statuettes are reunited .

- And exactly what am I supposed to have now? - asked Jack even more confused.

-I don't know for sure, there aren't many papyri that talk about the concrete power of the relics. But I do know two things, Dante is one of the most powerful of all. Not only that, Dante is said to be the god of all vampires.

Jack looked at Diane, if that was true, it might not be necessary to do what they had come to do at that moment, but the girl wasn't even paying attention, she approached Albert and kneeled before him.

- You don't have to thank me for my help - Albert said - It wasn't to help you

Albert was really annoyed by that kind of thing, anyway, he wasn't lying, he hadn't protected them for fun.

- I know. -Diane answered- and it's not that I care about his motives, the point is that he helped us get out of there alive. You have my most sincere thanks. But I have not come for that reason alone, I came to offer a deal, no. Actually, I want to ask you something.

- What thing? - Albert said somewhat confused, then he continued speaking- if you want me to get Dante out of that brat, I'm afraid I don't know how to do it.

Diane stood up and took Jack by the hand and brought him to face Albert, then forced him to kneel beside her. They both begged.

- please help us, let us travel with you!

-Are you kidding?- Albert said, raising a hand to his head and rubbing the hundred with his fingers, he went to a table and took a bottle of liquor and drank, this was just what was missing, being asked to be a babysitter- no You may be serious, whoever gets all 13 statuettes will be the winner. And I doubt we're going for the same prize. Even if I accepted, tell me, how would we share a single wish?

- You can keep the wish.

- Than? - Víctor and Albert, who looked at each other in astonishment, did not understand what the princess was saying to them - Why are they supposed to look for them then?

-Our wish- Diane began to cry, Albert was beginning to get tired of so many tears- was to bring back to life, all the people who were killed by that guy from the red moon in his cape.

Hearing that, Victor and Albert jumped and looked at each other again, this time with a serious look, but they didn't interrupt Diane.

-Cristopher's entire clan was massacred. His father, brothers, friends. And almost all my clan was too. That was our childish wish, but yesterday I saw reality, my best friend died because of our childish delusions.

-Perhaps- Víctor asked - do you no longer want to bring back your loved ones?

- Yes of course! - Diane screamed in frustration - but what if not even those damn relics can do it? No one knows what they can or cannot really do. If that happens, Christopher's death would not only be in vain... it would also be ridiculous.

"Then," Albert interrupted, "why continue the search?" Why don't they just go home?

-There are two reasons, the first is that now Jack is the statuette, if I take him home they will go for him, the Vatican, the assassins, and even you or the subject of the red moon.

-I understand- Víctor said- do you think he will be safer with us?

- That is not all. The second reason is why. My father is the king of vampires and I am the princess. The second princess, I am not the heir to the throne, but if my brother, normally that would not be a problem, but he was different from all vampires, for that reason he himself gave me the right to claim the throne and self-exiled.

-Good- said Albert already tired of so many words- now you are the heiress, what is the problem

-He, change... I return with a power as irrational as his sanity.

- what do you mean?

-My brother seized a statuette, it has driven him crazy, in a few words I will give you my wish, and all my help. In exchange, help me free my brother.

-I have heard- Víctor said- that there are only two methods of extracting the power of a statuette

-gathering- interrupted Albert- the 13 statuettes in the same place

-Or- this time Diane spoke- with the statuette of the exorcist, her power is capable of withdrawing the power of the bearer of it. I swear we'll help you get the others and when I release my brother we'll give it to you along with Jack's.

- If that's the goal of these guys - Victor said - I think we can help each other

- What are you talking about? - Albert said surprised, he didn't understand what Victor meant - They are very weak - Albert said more and more annoyed - they will only be a nuisance.

-Come on Albert – Victor said getting very close to the huge man –don't be like that, besides she is the heiress of the vampires, therefore, she is rich, and it is not exactly that we have money left over at this moment.

- It's true - Albert meditated for a moment - but I'm still not convinced

-Yes - Diane intervened standing up - imagine that they were short of money

She clapped her hands a few times, and a group of maids and butlers appeared from the trees, all low-ranking vampires, but holding cases filled with the finest liquors.

Albert received from the hands of a pale servant girl, a huge bottle of the finest liquor in the country, suspiciously he opened it and smelled it, it was original! A bottle of that nectar cost more than he had earned in his entire life!

-You're right, Víctor- Albert said after taking a big gulp from the bottle- if we leave them alone they are so weak that they won't take long to be killed. And if that happens, Dante's power will be lost for 100 years.

Albert wiped his hand on his pants and extending it to Diane said with a wide smile - welcome aboard runny.

- Runny? - I was really starting to hate that guy- it could be your great-grandmother. -she sighed deeply- But since you are the legendary master of all the techniques and methods of battle, the great god Ares will allow you to call me whatever you want.

- how many times do I have to say it's not me? - Albert said taking his hand to his face again.

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Father Francis entered the papal room where he found a rather old man looking out the window.

- So you failed - said the Supreme Pontiff with a thick and powerful voice - this is very inappropriate for you, Father Francisco.

-his excellency-the priest knelt in front of the holy pope-to tell the truth, the tiger doesn't always hunt. - He chuckled remembering Albert's technique and Neltair's face when he was hit.

- I heard rumors - said the Pope, ignoring Francisco's giggle - that Ares has appeared.

- It seems

- He destroyed the Vatican single-handedly. In addition, he stole our bloody relic - the saint's anger increased with each word - but, above all - the man in white turned around and showed a completely disfigured face, he seemed to be crushed. - He hurt the pride of the church, by doing this to me- I point to his face, then take the priest's neck with a huge and powerful hand- Tell me then Francisco - the bishop raised the priest with one arm over his head - Why not did you kill him?

- He is different from what they told me- Francisco could barely speak -I think he could work next to me. He and I understand each other.

-Okay- the priest let him fall to the ground- but if he refuses. Kill him, it's an order.

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- Neltair- a beautiful woman dressed in a blue combat suit that matched her beautiful eyes, long hair black as night, which contrasted with her immaculate white skin, hit the badly injured body of the seed that had not yet died with the tip of a stick. He had woken up from the beating given by Albert- how pathetic you are, you let yourself be beaten by an ordinary man.

"He," the assassin said with an effort, "was not ordinary." He was Ares!

"How interesting," said the girl, putting a finger to her lips, "it's been a long time since I heard anything about him." The woman stood up and patting herself with emotion, she smiled a beautiful smile, the most beautiful smile that Neltair had seen anywhere. her face.

- What are you planning Master?

- As the greatest master of all cutting weapons, finding a good opponent is becoming more difficult. Someone who can at least touch my delicate skin with her strength, -she hugged herself, blushing completely- a being who allows me to experience just a little pain.

Neltair felt afraid, when she got into it, she used to cut into fine pieces less than a millimeter thick every living thing that came across her, regardless of whether she was an ally or an enemy. I try to slowly walk away from her

"Don't worry," the woman told him, "I won't hurt you, after all, if I kill you here." Who will take me to Ares? I'm curious, could he have gotten stronger than last time? Or this time I will be the one to humiliate him completely?....

Neltair smiled, even though she said that, the birds that were now falling from the sky cut like onion rings, the poor animals that passed near her and were now sliced up, were proof of the terrible effort she was making not to slice him up in that instant.

- Yes my Lady. Not even the mythical god Ares. He could take on the most powerful seed master in all of history. The mistress of all weapons Selene.