In the dimly lit depths of an underground facility, X embarks on a relentless killing spree, ruthlessly hunting down every clone of Zero. With unwavering precision, X ensures that the surroundings remain unscathed, a testament to his deadly skill and calculated restraint. The clones, peculiarly devoid of any inclination to wreak havoc, offer no resistance.
Meanwhile, Zero, the enigmatic mastermind, reclines in a lavish chair, a devilish grin etched across his face. With a sense of accomplishment, he savors a sip of crimson liquid—the culmination of his tireless efforts. Finally, he has concocted the ultimate delicacy for vampires: fresh, tantalizing human blood. Assisted by the enigmatic Vincent's blood, Zero has triumphed in his mission assigned by the illustrious Dracula. The necessary elements for the creation of humans have been dispatched to the eerie Night Castle, their purpose shrouded in mystery. Now, unburdened by his obligations, Zero's ambitions ascend to even greater heights—to fashion a being of unparalleled superiority through the very fabric of evolution itself.
Yet, amidst the chaos and the scent of spilled blood, X arrives before Zero, his presence brimming with an ominous aura. Unfazed, Zero maintains his composure, a serene smile gracing his lips. "Aren't you a bit too hasty, my friend?" he muses, seemingly untroubled by the imminent danger.
X, his voice tinged with a palpable intensity, demands, "Where is the dosage?"
Zero's eyes twinkle with intrigue, his voice laced with a hint of mischief. "Ah, the Testbrun is in progress. Care to witness the spectacle?" he proposes, the invitation carrying an air of twisted fascination.
As X cautiously acquiesces, an uneasy alliance forms. The unlikely pair enters a concealed chamber, their steps echoing through the labyrinthine halls. Inside, they bear witness to a mesmerizing sight—two clones of Zero engaged in a vicious struggle. The combatants, eerily matched in skill and power, wage an unyielding battle for supremacy.
In a show of audacious grandeur, Zero claps his hands twice, commanding the attention of unseen forces. In response, six more clones emerge from the shadows, converging upon the tumultuous arena. The odds shift dramatically—1 versus 7. A cornered clone, desperate for an advantage, consumes a mysterious pill, unleashing a mesmerizing metamorphosis.
Within moments, the clone's crimson vampire power mutates, evolving into a darker, more formidable essence. A surge of unrestrained potency courses through its veins, empowering the creature with an awe-inspiring strength. As the dust settles, the once-even match devolves into a one-sided display of dominance, the mutated clone effortlessly overpowering its outnumbered adversaries.
Seething with curiosity, X demands answers, "How many of these pills have you managed to create?"
Zero's response is laced with a tantalizing enigma, "Only one."
Enraged, X lunges forward, his grip tightening around Zero's throat. Gasping for air, Zero manages to convey a chilling truth, "You know, as long as our hearts remain intact, we are impervious to death. The materials you provided were but a meager offering, barely enough for a solitary creation. The seat of the superior being, my friend, belongs to only one."
A storm of fury swirls in X's eyes, his voice a venomous hiss. "You dare, you mad bat! I risked everything, my fortune, my very life, for a mere two drops of blood. My neck teetered on the precipice of ruin if I were caught.
And you squandered it all on a single pill?"
A devilish grin curls upon Zero's lips, his words laced with wicked amusement. "Ah, my dear X, this is no ordinary pill. It is an evolvable artifact, a catalyst for unparalleled growth. Each life you extinguish while under its influence becomes a stepping stone towards ascension."
Eyes widening with a mixture of horror and fascination, X utters, "You mean... I can slay anyone and harness their essence to grow stronger?"
Zero's voice drips with dark allure, "Indeed. Should you dare to evaluate this 'pill,' it would undoubtedly transcend mere ranks, attaining a status befitting a saint. And the evolution that lies within its grasp knows no limits."
Resolute, X demands, "Give me the pill!"
Zero acquiesces, a note of caution clouding his gaze. "As you wish, my dear friend. But remember, we bound ourselves by a soul oath. I trust you will honor our pact."
An icy glint flickers in X's eyes as he retorts, "Rest assured, Zero. My word is my bond, unbreakable as our shared destiny."
Zero issues a chilling command, beckoning the mutated vampire closer. Oblivious to his impending fate, the creature obediently approaches. In a sudden surge of ruthlessness, Zero's hand darts forward, mercilessly tearing through the creature's chest, exposing its beating heart. With grim determination, he plucks the precious pill from within the gruesome cavity, crimson stains tainting his fingertips.
Turning to face X, Zero extends the pill, a sinister smile curling his lips. Yet, his voice carries a note of caution, "The tests are incomplete, my friend. Wield this artifact as a last resort, for its true nature remains untamed."
X, his eyes fixed upon the pill pulsating with untapped power, nods in acknowledgement. He carefully takes hold of the macabre offering, his fingers trembling with anticipation and trepidation. Sensing the weight of his newfound potential, X leaves the dark confines of the cave, a mysterious aura of uncertainty clinging to his every step.