Ezra grinned, his fangs on display.
This was it and at the sa ti, not it.
Connell had truly done it. He hated the fact that Gen had to die for this to happen but it had happened.
They'd managed to change the future where he would lose himself. Now, it was ti to show Jas Harlow that his cris will not go unpunished.
All that was left was for Nicodemus to arrive. After all, it has been foretold.
As if on cue, the sound of chains rattling on the ground reaches them. The next sound to enter their range was the sound of footsteps as the beast Nicodemus had beco stomped on the floor as he made his way over to the statue.
Jas glanced at the coming vampire, adjusting himself to keep both Ezra and Nicodemus in his sight.
Ezra chuckled at that.
"You know what's coming, don't you?" Jas said as he assud a ready stance, his claws out.
"Yes." Ezra answered simply.
"Then, help ." Jas said. "Let's put down the beast together."
"No."
"No?" Jas turned to stare at Ezra, his eyes leaving Nicodemus. "What do you an, no?"
"Don't you think it's fitting?" Ezra cracked his neck, rolling his shoulder blades in preparation. "That you die at the hands of Nicodemus and his brother-in-law?"
Jas' jaw dropped slightly as if he couldn't believe his ears. Then he straightened with a sigh. Suit yourself.
Clank!
Nicodemus finally ca to a stop, staring straight at Jas. Ezra studied the man. It was undeniably Nicodemus but he knew that the man was long gone.
That wasn't the eyes of neither a human nor a vampire. It was the eyes of a beast. But this beast wasn't stupid. No. Far from it.
Swish!
The air moved and sitting on the throne instead of the money king was Michelangelo.
He looked like he'd just escaped death. His white suit was torn at the chest with dark blood splattered all over it.
"Matten?" The man blinked in surprise.
"He's fighting with Nicodemus." Jas said before Ezra even had a chance to speak. "He doesn't want to stop this rampage. He wants... to break the Law of Secrecy."
"Is that true, Captain Matten?" Michelangelo asked.
"I'm not here to fight the beast, Attendant." Ezra answered. "I'm here to make the City Lord pay for his cris."
"Stand down, Captain." Michelangelo growled. "That's for the Ark to decide. Subdue the beast instead."
Ezra paused, his eyes shifting from Michelangelo to Jas and back to Michelangelo. Then, he answered. "No can do, Attendant."
The rage that had been simring inside his gut at Gen's death wasn't gone. No, it was still there. And it must be satisfied.
Michelangelo stood from the throne. "Very well." Darkness began to pour off him.
Seeing what was happening, Ezra began adding his darkness to it. Not to be left out, Jas joined in. A mont later, the black zone solidified, sealing the four combatants inside.
Ezra and Nicodemus on one side and Jas and Michelangelo on the other.
"Now that we're alone," a grin blossod to life on Jas' face, "shall we?"
Ezra wasted no ti, heading straight for Jas. As if he'd previously discussed a plan with Ezra, Nicodemus snapped out of his calm state and roared, dashing at Michelangelo.
"Behold..." Jas stretched out his arms, his grin growing unnaturally wider. "Your Tomb!" Experience tales at empire
He began laughing as ethereal figures began pouring off of him. Astral projections but not of him. It was instead, ghosts of those he had killed in the past.
His laughter echoed through the black zone as the tide surged towards Ezra.
Ezra surged forwards to et them, darkness pouring off the scales of his arms.
His eyes moved from one ghost to the other, using his new ability to assess each of them.
The new light in his soul shined as he judged their rings and abilities. The strongest ones were fifth ringed vampires and the rest were fourth and third ringed vampires.
"Easy." He scoffed.
Just as the tide reached him, his hands shot out, grabbing the first ghost within reach, grabbed its face and activated two abilities.
Almost eagerly, the darkness born of Valaren reached out and sucked every drop of vitality out of the ghost at the sa ti as the darkness of his chira reached out, stealing its power.
The ghost popped like a balloon as Ezra dodged an attack from a ghost. It's power settled within him, joining the powers he'd stolen.
"What?" Jas called out from where he stood. "The projection's gone!"
"Ha!" Ezra laughed as he ducked under a reaching claw and ripped the leg off one of the ghosts. "Thank you, Jas. You just brought free lollipops to a kid with a sweet tooth."
He laughed as he fought, gaining both new powers and more vitality. This black zone wasn't his tomb. It was his farm and he was here for the harvest.
"Fuck!" Jas snarled. Ezra was tearing through his ghosts with ease and they weren't going back to their place in his collection. If only he had people to possess. Then, he'd be able to use his relic's ability to its fullest potential.
Well, there was only one option left. He'd have to join the fight himself.
"Fuck."
Ezra continued fighting, laughing as he did. "You're only delaying the inevitable, Jas. Your death has already been foretold. You cannot escape it."
He dodged to the side of two ghosts and ripped the face off another. Then, ethereal chains circled around his legs pinning him in place.
He looked up just as the horde of ghosts descended from above.
"Ha!" He chuckled, reaching into his soul for Olivia's song. He'd use this chance to pop them all at once. "Co to your death."
He leaned back in preparation to roar, activated the song and... froze.
He... he couldn't reach it! Not just Olivia's song. All abilities that belonged to Olivia and Red were out of his reach.
The key in his soul shimred, acting as a barrier. As long as the key was there, he couldn't access any power not tied to his soul.
And the key would be there forever.
He looked up at the falling ghosts. "Fuck."
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