Fall of Nightingale, Dracula's death!

Loud screeches of terror and pain permeated the air as a gloomy city with dark skies caught rapidly in a burst of scorching flames that melted everything in its path to blaze.

Men and women with pale skin, glowing red eyes, and beautiful faces that seemed like they were sculpted by the gods themselves ran in confusion from a group of people in white, pristine robes with a holy cross worn loosely on their necks.

These men all wielded great swords with a brilliant golden light illuminating them, but what spoiled such a holy sight were the drops of blood dripping off these swords.

"Mom, what should we do?" A boy not older than 5 asked his mother, who had her right arm sliced off and her face riddled with sword slashes to the point her outer flesh was visible.

"I don't know, son, I don't know. "*sniff* *sniff* It seems like the gods have forsaken us, but don't worry, nothing wou—"

The woman's eyes widened in shock as a sword pierced her heart, burst through her chest, and impaled the heart of her son. The young boy coughed up blood as warm tears started oozing out of his eyes.

Once their hearts stop beating, the white-robed man yanked his sword out as the limp bodies of the mother and son plopped to the ground!

"It's not the time to be a weak, boy. It doesn't matter if they're children or not; they're still vampires, the children of the devil, and it's our duty as the church to eliminate this demonic race." One of the white-robed men said to a much younger version of him.

"Yes, father," the younger man who had just thrust his sword, killing the mother and son, couldn't help but spare another glance at the dead boy before scurrying off and joining the rest in the slaughter.

"Father Marcus!" Soon another white-robed priest approached the man, who was still looking at the corps of the vampires with disdain while clenching a holy bible in his grasp. "What is it?" He answered calmly.

"Father Anderson is here."

Hearing that name, the man finally looked at the priest. "Where is he?"

"He's in a fight with Dracula in the castle." The man replied, his tone terror-stricken.

Jolts of shivers went through Marcus' spine as he glanced around the wrecked city, which was filled with the cries of men, women, children, and newborns being massacred mercilessly. He looked at the man and spoke in a serious tone.

"Hasten the killings! We must help the pope against that devil before it's too late!" The man leaped into the air; it seems like he stopped mid-air as he glared at the spot with the most vampires and made a wide swing with his sword.

BOOOOOOOM

A large golden arc shot out from the sword, and as it collided with the vampires, a huge eruption burst in the vicinity.

When the clouds of smoke settled down, nothing could be seen but the twitching limbs of the vampires.

"**IN THE NAME OF GOD, IMPURE SOULS OF THE LIVING DEAD SHALL BE BANISHED INTO ETERNAL DAMNATION!!!**" Father Marcus roared at the top of his voice.

"**AMEN!**"

A series of golden arcs shot out of the swords of the other priest as it darted towards the closest vampires, disintegrating any of them in its path.

While the massacre was going on, at the side of an alley, a shadowy mist swirled around, emitting a dim whooshing sound before taking the form of a gloomy vortex. Stepping through the vortex were two otherworldly beings.

One of the beings, who had lush black hair reaching to her back, seductive green eyes, a plump butt, H-cup boobs, and slender hips, whispered to another being who was completely shrouded in dark shadows.

"Lucifer, will you allow this entire race to be wiped out just like this?" 

"Unfortunately, yes because...this entire place reeks of holy energies, and you know what that means." The shadow replied. "But... this is also a great opportunity to achieve something greater and piss off Zion even more."

The woman furrowed her brows as she stared at Lucifer, who seemed to have another sinister plan brewing in his head.

"HAHAHAHAHAH! Come on, Lilith, let's return to hell and start planning our next course of action." 

With those words, the two beings seemingly vanished.

In another part of the city, a towering castle that was half wrecked and on fire could be seen; at the top of this castle were two beings who were currently in a fight.

One of them had razor-sharp fangs sticking out of his mouth and ominous, bloody red eyes that would make even the bravest shiver with fear.

However, the other being was clearly unfazed by those piercing red eyes; rather, he was swinging his golden dual sword furiously at the vampire, who was finding it hard to block the fury of slashes due to the holy energy that weakened him more with each ticking second.

"Give up Dracula; you can't fight against Zion!!" The man, who seemed to be in a white Catholic suit, leaped into the air as several golden arcs left his sword, dashing towards Dracula.

After seeing the slash for the umpteenth time, Dracula made a swing with his hands. A massive blood slash shot out from his hands towards the holy golden arcs.

However, upon collision, his bloody arc disintegrated into nothingness, but the golden arc was still approaching in a flash of light.

Gritting his teeth, Dracula could only brace himself as he crossed his hands in an X.

And

when the golden arc collided with him.

BOOOOOOOOOOM

He was blasted back and sent spiraling through the air before crashing into a tower in the distance, making it collapse to the ground.

"DRACULA! YOU CAN'T ESCAPE FROM THE WRATH OF THY LORD!!"

"WASN'T PLANNING TO!" From the rubble of the tower, several bats with bloodshot eyes flew into the gloomy skies, their red eyes shimmering as they came together in one swoop, and Dracula could be seen hovering in the air, his black long jacket fluttering in the wind.

"Come on, let me kill you once and for all, brother!"

***

In a dark forest with withered brown trees. Four figures dashed at an incredible pace, with a newborn child firmly grabbed by one of them.

The woman with the child stopped as she glanced back at the city, Nightingale, which was now in flames, but... it wasn't the reason for her sudden halt. She could feel it; a part of her had just died, and then she heard a roar of pain in the distance.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

That voice... she could never forget it, even for the next centuries to come, because it was the voice of her beloved, Dracula tepes! Her wobbly legs gave way as she collapsed to the ground, and the following moment, tears started streaming out of her eyes.

"Come on, get moving, your highness; we can't stop now! We need to get out of here!" One of the maids, Muna, said but it was too late as they started noticing movements in the bushes, then a voice came.

"Running away, aren't we?"

Hearing that annoying voice, the woman snapped out of her daze as her bloody eyes glowed furiously; she gently placed the child on the maid's hands and planted a kiss on the child's forehead. "Sorry Alucard, it seems like mommy needs to take revenge for dad." She glanced at the maids:

"Please take care of him."

"We would your highness as long as we live; We would serve him!"

"Good, now go! Leeme deals with these worms." The next moment, two bloody swords appeared in her grasp as she dashed at the priest hiding in the bushes.

The maids' hands quivered slightly and their teeth clasped together; they wanted to fight beside their queen, but... they stared at the inhumanly beautiful boy.

Muna, the head maid, glanced at the vampire queen, who was holding back several priests, and she muttered: 

"May we meet again in hell. It was a pleasure serving you, my queen."

With those words, the three maids burst into bloodshot bats as they flew away with the child.

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//AN: okay lol, I did some tweaks to make the plot and smut more interesting so I made our MC a vampire, but like the first chapters this world also has all the other races in the synopsis. Remember to vote and leave a comment.//