Spectral Claws: Ancient Recurring

The Werewolveian Dawns-Part 1.

it is I who takes thou light and scours the earth, diminishing its demons with my sacred claws. Thanks to your powers Faudian, I have seen the dirt I need to wash off clean from this planet and with him, the son of Dracula I will let supernatural work for the good things as our father fought for in the ancient wars. Every single person that betrays shall be lost...and will be left beside will be the sacred touch of my claws on their bodies and their reign completely taken over by an anonymous group of warriors.

"Gotta say, pal, I never thought Faudian had a split personality like you ." the smell of the blood on my claws really showed the filth of such a man, now gone from the touch of this sacred castle that belongs to my father.

"It's just unbearably naive that he thinks he could get everything with just information, he needs to use his claws and teeth more." The son of Dracula, Derik Aucard the best-needed companion and, as we met at the right time during the meet at his.. quite a strange castle-like home.

I walked towards the friend in the form of something Faudian wasn't familiar with. The claws and teeth had faked the true power of his humanoid body and covered the true being he was going to be. All of that took the form I now am.

Veins popping from the bulged arms and a heightened sense of smell and taste, wrath above all beckoning from deep within and I as I remove glows of mine to reveal stronger hands that resemble the structure of a hound's palm with retractable claws popping off and inside in my command. I strongly retract my long nails back as I move closer towards Derik,"Remember the plan?"

I softly spoke to him though it was deeper and more like a growl compared to Faudian's voice. My skin was paler and darker making it more look more muscular than human as though my face held the teeth. The hair was darker and stiff though curly and wavy. The tail of my coat was now resembling a cape for the physique I have.

It was enough time to admire myself but now it comes the time to ruin what we came for,"First I take the pieces of past and then on my signal we take them all down." Derik smiled and sending his pleasure through his gesture of keeping his hands over my shoulder and smiling widely just as I did then,"I waited for this a long time my friend, our pals are waiting outside you do what you need to do, I will take care of the others."

I set the time of the bomb at the place we were and tightened the torn gloves. I marched outside the visiting hall and as much as I can I scratched the walls and the pathetic stairs along the way. For every move I made, I gained speed, and before I knew I was running with all my limbs pounding and scratching everything as I make my move.

All was set and ready as I stand at the entrance of the dungeon underground, foolish supernatural wannabes surround me with more human tech. I gave them the taste of their own methods. As they called for more recruitments all the rooms explode from all four corners taking the ugly filth of a castle away from the pride of having a shine on it. I was looking at each one of them, smelling their blood and fear as they tried to move closer.

As I heard the sound of triggers, I jumped above as I swing to throw claw shards at their weapons blocking them and I approach just one of them. They needed fear to know what conquers good and evil, as I swung my hand the person flew away through the windows and then as much as I know never hit the floor.

The others dispersed as I finally was free to secure the treasures of my past. I slowly walked down the spiral stairs, taking in every detail of the place for a friend in my mind still in the dark. The paintings seemed familiar and all of the precious stuff refurbished for a man's pride pathetic. I heard the dungeons wreaked of monsters just for the safety of the ruling party head and the mafia does not settle down for mediocre or even slightly high security. They do bring their best and their best was part us so I would know how tough they would have been.

I finally see the whole place, the place I came to destroy and...there was nothing..nothing but a treasure and a few bloodteeth tied to the ground..the people who ruled this place were no more vampires.

The shock treatment I had swung me almost back inside the head...the painting on the wall must convey that...human hybrids instead ruled the place and the devil in the chair is none other than Helsing brothers themselves...