I spent the time in my new cell mostly resting in my open coffin. The hour had arrived that I would fight someone or something above me. I had heard the masses shouting out, and the clashing of armor, swords, and the final wailing of beasts being slaughtered above, for the past few hours. The grand battle master made his way to my prison cell, and went through the motions of preparing me for battle. "Dracul I hear you are coherent, and can speak.". He said as he carted me in my coffin toward the battle floor. "I can.", I said through the coffin. "Hear me out. The king will reside over this match. At the request of your former master Zach Tamebard, and after paying your weight in gold, if you can survive this match you will be returned to his care. However I highly doubt you can win.". He turned and walked away as the protection was lifted, and I left the box. The crowd hushed as the king announced the match. "People of Falmon today is a glorious day. The fight that will take place before you will go down in history. Today is the day that the bloodthirsty monster known as Dracul Bloodfiend will die.", the king stated as I made my way into the arena. "And the one to kill him will be none other than the warrior known as John the Beheader.". As the opposing gate opened I saw the face of my father. A large two handed sword strapped behind his ebony black armor. A helmet to match tucked under his arm as he waved to the crowd with his other. "Slay the beast! Slay the beast! Slay the beast!", the crowd yelled to my father as he dawned his helmet.
Before the king could begin the fight I spread my wings and rushed through the air, on a beeline for my fathers head. He evaded me with ease, showing off his well balanced footwork. After I made my first pass he pulled the large blade from his back and was now ready to go on the offense. As I made another pass, John brought his sword into a downward vertical stoke, slicing my left wing completely off of my body. I crash landed onto the far side in an out of control spiral. I regained my composure along with my health as he rushed over to deliver a cleave attack. I dodged his attack and got some distance between us. He was an experienced warrior. I couldn't be too careless or I would be at one hp, and stuck here forever for people to mock and ridicule. I tucked my wing back into my spine, as I used blood manipulation to forge a crimson set of armor around my body. The armor had a flow to it and drops of blood occasionally dipped down to the ground. He sprinted toward me and we began to exchange blows. The blood armor kept me from taking the full damage of his landed attacks, but his did the same. With my wing restored I flew backwards and up to line up a blood beam. As the blood sphere fired the spell from my open mouth John hid behind his sword, to shield from the blast. As soon as the spell was done I flew in and crashed my knee into his helmet. It didn't do much damage, but it seemed to disorient him for a second. I tried to make the most of the opportunity, and rammed my claw into his back. Finally I had pierced his armor, but it didn't seem to slow him down. He threw his head back into my demonic face which pushed me away, giving him time to recover. "You die today!", my father said as he stood to his feet. He let out a loud roar as his body bursted with a deep red aura. "Berserker Rage!", he yelled, as the crowd exploded in excitement. I could feel his murderous intent. It was truly magnificent, if anything I new were my thirst for blood came from. He sprung back to face me, a fresh fire in his eyes. It was as if the true fight had just begun. He leapt towards me and his sword slammed the ground with tremendous force. I had moved away from the initial hit, but the ground shot upward in a five foot radius around him. The earth smashed into my armor, as blood spewed from my fanged mouth. He then quickly stood and began to spin around and around in a cyclone, with the two handed sword held out. I tried to block the sword with my left claw, but it tore through the bone and crashed into my armor. My health now at a critical level, my blood armor rained off of my body, as I flew through the air and landed face first onto the ground, from the momentum of his heavy swing. I found the strength to rise to my knees, still in a daze. If I could just hold on for a bit longer my regeneration would kick in. Unfortunately fate had other plans.
With my death on his mind, my father said, "I will finally be rid of you devil.". Just as his nickname implies he reared back his colossal sword, and with one final strike separated my head from my body. I had a panoramic view of the arena. I could still hear the cheers of the crowd, praising my father. With each rotation I can see him facing away from my body, soaking in the glory. It was all happening in slow motion. For some strange reason I could still feel my body, I could still control it. As my head descended from its glorious flight my body rose to its feet. The roars of the crowd went silent as my hand caught my head and placed it backwards onto my neck. "Do you think cutting of the devils head is enough father!", I said with a laugh as my hand cranked my head back around to its correct position. My father spun around in shock, with a dreadful look in his eyes. He was speechless, no words could come out of his jaw dropped mouth. With my health back to full and my wits about me, I was ready to fight once more. With blood manipulation i reforged my armor and a long spear to match. I held out my hand and called for blood rain. The area it covered was massive, fully encompassing the arena. It wasn't doing any damage, but I noticed that my armor and spear were not dripping blood. "This must be an enhancement.", I thought to myself. "Kind of like a home field advantage.". I shot a blood beam directly toward my dazed fathers heart. It punctured a hole in his armor, and now he was the one on the ground. With demonic speed I was there to grab him with my empty hand. I raised his disoriented body onto his feet, thrust the blood spear through his stomach, then buried my claw into the hole in his armor. With pure joy I gasped his heart, ripped it out of his chest and let him watch it beat for the last time, before crushing it in my hand. Tears filled the crowd as I sunk in my fangs drained my own father into a bag of bones, and then raised him up impaled on my spear.