The mont Nikolai used Nikita's powers for the first ti, his began to swell. His muscles bulged with veins writhing under his skin. Then condensed, shrinking despite containing the explosive power of Fenrir's 'Beast Mode' granted by their golden eyes.
'This feels amazing!'
Nikolai rembered the mont he saw Nikita using this skill in the past—her body wrapped in a golden light and crackling electricity.
She then moved so fast he could barely find her as she darted through the battlefield, crushing dozens of monsters in a matter of seconds.
"You disgusting, hybrid freak!"
Alistair pointed at Nikolai, firing seven blood spears at his chest, yet he caught them with his hands. With a squeeze, the spears shattered. He broke Alistair's most powerful attack apart with ease.
"Hey Alistair, it's really a sha you ended up being a piece of shit."
Nikolai walked towards him, a golden glow growing with the crackle of black lightning, although he could use the technique after sleeping with Nikita. It seed his lightning and energy didn't change. Still, everything else about the ability was the sa, from her glowing eyes to her golden aura and increase in physical strength.
Even though he gained new strength by tapping into Nikita's, he felt it was lacking compared to hers.
She's way stronger than this!
Woosh—!
He shot forward, vanishing from sight while leaving a deep crater after blowing the sand apart. Alistair's eyes widened, creating a blood barrier around his body, protecting himself.
However...
Nikolai's body appeared inside the blood barrier, standing before Alistair with his arms crossed over his chest. The werewolf stood tall with electricity pulsing around his body, keeping their distance in only an instant.
"What?! How did you get so much more powerful than ?" Alistair scread at the unfairness; Nikolai no longer felt cautious about his presence nor recoiled in fear of the vampire nobles.
The werewolf shrugged, not knowing himself. "Beats , guess after sleeping together, Nikita's power just rubbed off on a lot."
"Y-You...!"
Alistair gritted his teeth, a furious growl rumbling within his chest. He released countless blood arrows toward Nikolai, but he rely walked through them without suffering a scratch.
'No way!'
Fear crawled its way through Alistair's heart.
Before he could speak, a barrage of fists struck his body, face, stomach, chest, face, and abdon over seven blows in the blink of an eye. With such a force, he shot out from his barrier, shattering it into pieces. His back slamd into the rock walls of the arena walls, causing a booming shock wave to ring.
"Ahahaha, I really am strong!"
'It seems this form makes a little arrogant and excitable...'
Crack—!
His laughter was short-lived as Alistair used his last bit of strength to tear his nails down his arm, unleashing a deep slash of blood onto his flesh.
"I won't lose, you bastard! I cannot lose to a filthy hybrid!!"
Alistair's body began to expand, and before, his fair skin turned black as if decaying, while his eyes beca dull yellow. Large fangs protruded from his upper lip, and the pupils vanished in a sea of yellow.
"A-Ahahaa!"
He let out a twisted laugh, sounding more like an animal than a man. His muscles bulged beyond those of any normal human being as they threatened to burst, with thick veins writhing and moving like tendrils beneath his flesh.
"Die!"
In an instant, the deford vampire lunged at Nikolai, throwing a fist, but the werewolf remained unfazed. He effortlessly grabbed Alistair's hand. Dark, corrupted sludge flowed from the vampire's pores.
However, before it could solidify and harm him, Nikolai gripped the vampire's arm and threw him far back into the other wall of the arena, but the deford Alistair used his legs to slam against the stone, causing it to crack and damage the barrier.
"What did you do?"
'This stench is just like Mira and that hound!'
Nikolai asked Alistair, not rembering Alistair ever being this powerful. The energy flowing through the deford monster's body felt familiar yet different. It swelled deep within and emitted a stench of decay, seemingly endless.
Alistair felt no exhaustion nor fatigue—instead, it raged and demanded more from his body.
It wants to consu !
"Oh?" Nikolai looked closely at Alistair's eyes. They were the sa dull yellow colour as the undead ghouls, a glow surrounded by darkness with two slits cutting straight down its centre.
"This... power...!" Alistair's voice sounded distorted, yet he sounded like a madman who discovered sothing wonderful, "This is what I have been looking for!!"
Boom—!
In one mont, Nikolai stood still, watching Alistair. Then, in the next mont, Alistair appeared right before him, throwing a fist aid directly at his head. Nikolai's hands blocked his chest, crossing them together, yet the force behind his punch still sent him skidding through the sands.
"Die! Freak!" Alistair shouted.
Black blood spikes erupted from the floor, aiming at his chest and limbs.
They all moved faster than the lightning around him, almost too quickly to follow with his eye. However, using his blood art and incredible reflexes, Nikolai dodged left and right, jumping up and flipping over the spikes.
With a single spike slicing his cheek, he retaliated imdiately as his body burst forward with incredible speed.
"You fucker, what will you do if my face is ruined?!" Nikolai shouted as he reached Alistair, throwing a heavy punch directly onto Alistair's face, caving it inwardly.
However, after so cracking noise rang out, Alistair turned his head, which healed rapidly after being broken.
Then, he laughed.
"Is this all you have? Even with the Fenrir's Beast Mode?"
Nikolai growled in anger.
"You fucking piece of shit vampire."
*Boom*
***
Alphonse Veran Báthory watched the battle from within the stands with narrowed eyes and a slight smile playing on his lips. He glanced sideways at Nikita, whose hands clenched tightly in her lap as she stared intently at the fight unfolding below.
'The way she shakes her fists each ti Nikolai lands a blow is rather adorable. So this is my grandchilds future wife?'
The mont he saw that Nikolai had revealed his heritage and the truth about being a Hybrid, he was a mber of the high council of vampires and soone who attended the joint council of all races. He t with Dmitri and Vladimir.
Nikita would beco his grandchild's future spouse, aning the entire Fenrir race would beco family. But he was never close friends with either of them, especially after his daughter died because of a werewolf.
Vladimir. In fact, he hadn't even seen Alphons until today, since the war between Humans and Monsters ended 500 years ago.
"Lord Alphonse, it's rare to e you in public." Vladimir sat beside Selene while looking at the current head of the Báthory household.
Alphonse replied. "Well, I wouldn't miss an event featuring my grandchild."
Vladimir felt shocked—the response felt too ordinary.
However, he looked at Nikolai fighting the twisted abomination and nodded. "You're right... he's fighting a monster created with the Faust and Nosferatu's powers together. To think, he can use both the Tepes style of blood magic and also the Fenrir..." He gazed at Nikita and Dimitri, who looked contrasting.
Dimitri looked stunned and grumpy while Nikita was smiling and bouncing.
"You should be grateful. If Nikolai did not exist, would we be eting now?" Alphonse said it with a slight chuckle.
Vladimir sighed, shaking his head, knowing his pride was causing trouble for everyone. He was a proud man and had issues dealing with other people, especially ones he didn't like.
"You know we don't get along, Lord Alphonse... that night, everyone suffered, not just Elizabeth."
"Yeah, you are correct. Although this old fellow cannot forget his past, it's not fair to these children. So I will try to accept you and that night."
"What?!" Vladimir felt shocked at the fact that Alphonse accepted his fault. "You're right... Nikolai is really a special existence."
They looked down at where Alistair attacked Nikolai, but they couldn't see what happened.
'No wonder nobody has noticed.'
'That guy hid it perfectly.'
When Dimitri finally realised Nikolai's true abilities, he felt so surprised that he got mad and almost jumped out of his seat to scold him for hiding. Yet, at the sa ti, he felt proud. He was proud because the one using his family's skill in such a fight was Volkov.
'Are you watching this Ivan? Your son... my future son-in-law.'
'His Beast Mode is so powerful... it's not just affecting his body, but also his Blood Art.'
Yes, unlike the limited Beast Mode of the Fenrir.
Nikolai adapted the aura to boost the destructive power of his blood arts.
Nikolai swiped the air, creating several sharp blood spears crackling with golden energy. Each one launched swiftly toward Alistair's heart, yet he vanished the mont before they penetrated his chest.
However, Nikolai followed him, appearing beside the vampire and thrusting his knee into the vampire's face with a loud crack.
'It seems I need to et Ivan... This bastard and the Nosferatu are targeting Nikolai, just like that night!' His mind raced with mories.
He rembered the invasion of those bastards on Nikolai's eighth birthday and how he, Ivan and Vlad battled against an entire army of deford monsters and invaders.
The faces of those who caused the chaos that led to Elizabeth's death, the death of Lunaria Vlad's daughter, and Ivan losing his powers.
"Nikolai!"
Nikita's cry woke Dimitri up from the mories of that night, his gaze watching Nikolai holding the severed arm of the monster known as Alistair Faust.
"He really is sothing..." Dimitri smiled at his future son, nothing negative in his heart.
Before he followed up with a sudden shout. "Kick his ass Nikolai! That's my Son-in-Law!"
"Dad?!"
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