Royal blood isn't blue. It is a jaundiced shade of red and riddled with broken chromosomes.
But a Vampire Progenitor's blood is blue and it was the best reward one could get.
Dreamer made up his mind to win and take it as he looked forward to the finals.
"Well," Ellen said. "If all is finished. I think we should wrap this up."
"Seems about right." The Nobles replied.
Ellen nodded. "The fighters can go home or they can stay in the rooms below. We'll meet you all tomorrow. Till then…"
Ellen dropped the mic on the stage and went to the right door, becoming the first one to leave.
Dreamer patted his knees. "Well, it's about time. Let's go as well."
He stood up and so did Lucifer and Azazel.
Without sparing a glance at Diablo, they bent their knees and…
THUMP!
Jumped on the stage.
"Sir Dreamer! I hope you win."
"Yeah. Let's meet tomorrow."
"I'll bet all my fortune on you."
