A Slight Death

A single trickle of blood flowed down Okam's forehead, passing between his eyes and moving toward the end, toward his chin before dropping down in a few drops.

Okam tried to shift as his hands headed for Alucard as if he wanted to stop him. However, it was already over, so his hands just fell down, never reaching their destination.

"Fine, now you're ready, but first let's get these out of the way. You don't need them anymore, for you are no longer a Dragon, you are merely a vessel of blood." Alucard said coldly before swinging his arm.

Crackle. Crackle. Crackle.

Many scales flew aside as well as Okam's massive wings. He was already dead, so he heard or felt nothing.

"Well, it's done now." Alucard looked at Okam's neck and ran his finger over it, leaving a wide cut on it from which blood immediately gushed out.

The dark blood began to trickle down to Alucard as he slowly began to absorb it.