Dracula looked at her, his gaze unwavering.
"Your Highness even If I have to kill billions and be labeled as s*tan Incarnate I will still do It to save humanity from Itself."
The princess felt a chill run down her spine as his words sank in. She knew then that further reasoning with him was futile.
"Imperial Marshal Dracula Von Death I hope g*d takes pity on youre rotten soul''
As they parted ways, Eliza couldn't help but steal one last glance at Dracula. Despite everything, her young and inexperienced mind was drawn to him, fascinated by his dark allure and the complexity of his character.
Despite everyone thinking that It was h*tler she knew that It was Dracula who singlehandedly turned a country on the brink of destruction Into the most feared war machine that was out to get blood It is today, In fact, every major development or decision of the t*ird r*ich had the shadow of Dracula pulling the strings.
Yet there was no warmth in those eyes of his they seemed to be truly dead as If the man had lost hope In human beings a long time ago.
...
After a few moments, the Queen looked up, her expression resolute.
"Director Whitaker, arrange a meeting between this man and myself."
The queen smiled wrily.
"I do not have much time left, and this matter cannot wait."
Whitaker nodded, understanding the gravity of her request.
"Yes, Your Majesty. I will make the necessary arrangements immediately."
As Director Whitaker bowed and left the room, the Queen let out a deep sigh. She murmured to herself.
"You were right I now understand that look In youre eyes"
Her mind drifted back to the various reports she had received recently about large-scale military buildups in one of the world's superpowers.
Another madman was gearing himself for another war that could ignite a nuclear-free for all slug f*ck fest.
And there was nothing she could do about it the man was deadset on recreating the empire of his predecessors before he kicks the bucket.
...
The faint glow of artificial lights filled the sterile training room, casting long shadows on the walls.
In the center of the room, a young boy with an Instructor In military clothing to the side, no older than seven, moved through a series of exercises with a focus and intensity far beyond his years.
His small frame twisted and turned with the precision of a seasoned warrior, muscles straining as he executed each movement flawlessly.
The boy's face, still round with the softness of youth, was set in a hard expression as he pulled himself up on the bars, his eyes narrowing with concentration.
As the boy completed the set, he dropped lightly to the ground, the intensity in his eyes never wavering.
In a corner of the room, two figures observed him closely. One was a nurse, her expression a mix of awe and trepidation, and the other, a woman in a lab coat, her gaze sharp and calculating.
The nurse approached the woman, her voice low but filled with excitement.
"Doctor, his physical and mental capabilities are off the charts. Compared to average children his age, he's superior in every way. The Wrath of Sparta project is... it's a sucess."
The woman in the lab coat remained neutral neither smiling nor frowning.
"Of course it is,"
She said, her tone neutral.
"Cloning the greatest Spartan warrior to ever live was always going to be a success. King Leonidas' DNA combined with modern genes carrying ancestry of vikings it's a recipe for perfection."
The nurse hesitated for a moment before speaking again.
"And... the decision to artificially impregnate yourself, Doctor von Death—it was a stroke of genius. He's not just a clone; he's your son."
Hearing this doctor Von Death couldn't help but bite her lips while a glint of something dangerous flickered in her eyes.
"Yes, my son. The perfect warrior, born of history's greatest soldier and the advancements of modern science."
The boy, oblivious to the conversation, continued his exercises, each movement a testament to the power and potential that lay within him just before he passed out from exhaustion he caught a glimpse of the woman's nametag.
...
Urgh... what the hell? Mom is this another one of my locked memories or Is It just a f*cked-up nightmare? I mean I know for a fact that I have normal childhood memories, wait a minute... f*ck I don't remember s*it up to when I became 7 years old.
I cursed In my mind while massaging my temples only for my battlebrothers banter to enter my ears.
"Not sure about you guys, but I must say baseline unaugmented women are much more fun to f*ck,"
Airid said as we exited Abdul's private jet, a smirk playing on his lips.
Darius shook his head, a burning cigarette dangling from his mouth.
"I'll have to disagree with you, man. Not only aren't they as tight, but they also lack the stamina. I mean, all of them blacked out just after one round."
I couldn't help but chuckle at their banter.
"Neither of you ever dare tell me again that I'm not taking care of you c*nt's"
I joked as I stuck a cigarette between my lips and lit It up only for Mark to cough to catch my attention.
"So Mr. von Death, where are we going to make the transfer?"
I paused for a moment as I asked Lilith in my mind if she had found an abandoned warehouse we could use, her response was immediate.
"Yes sir, I found an abandoned warehouse nearby. It should suit your needs perfectly."
Perfect.
I said In my mind then, turning to Mark and his men, I said,
"Follow me. We'll take a few taxis to the location."
Once we passed the customs clearance with the help of Abdul's connections just like last time we hailed several taxis and made our way through the bustling metropolitan city.
I wonder what that devil of mine Is doing?
I couldn't help but think as a smirk appeared on my face.
Yeah, I can't wait to slap that ass of hers.
As we arrived at the warehouse, I motioned for everyone to wait outside after we exited our taxis.
Whose drivers Immediately hit their gas pedals, after all, all of us looked like we were part of the mafia or something.
"Give me a second,"
I said, walking towards the warehouse doors, I entered the dark, empty space and closed the doors behind me.
Taking a deep breath, I extended my palm, thinking about the gold bars In Hopes Inventory.
As I did gold bars began to materialize in neat stacks, filling the warehouse with a golden glow.
"Yeah no way how I look at It this ability Is way too f*cking op I mean I could easily carry a nuke Into the Liberty House and detonate It"
I couldn't help but mutter to myself as I stepped outside and motioned for Mark and his men to follow me.
"Alright, it's all set. Come on in."
Mark and his men entered the warehouse, their eyes widening in disbelief as they took in the sight of the neatly arranged gold bars.
"J*sus C*rist that must be a whole banks vaults worth of gold"
Mark couldn't help but mutter to himself because he had never seen so much gold In his life.
"Alright start counting lads"
Mark barked while motioning with his hands as he did Mark turned to me, a look of admiration and respect on his face.
"This is incredible Mr Von Death I think it's safe to say we're looking at around 200 billion dollars' worth of gold here just where In the seven hells did you find so much of It?."
Hearing this I pulled out a cigarette and after sticking It between my lips lit It up with a zip lighter.
"You can tell you're boss that there's more of It coming "
I said with a smirk not discounting the possibility that I would go bank robbing In the future again.
"M...more?"
The dumbfounded Mark couldn't help but ask only for his men who looked like they were about to die from exhaustion to report.
"Sir there's 200 billion dollars give or take worth In here"
Hearing this Mark gave It a thought only to give the offer on behalf of Abdul.
"Mr Von Death how 200 billion sound?"
Mark asked while extending his healthy hand.
"It's a deal"
I answered while exhaling a cloud of smoke as I shook Mark's hand.
"Good where should I transfer the money?"
Mark pulled out his phone and began the transfer process.
"884737...
I quickly relayed Hope's account details. Mark's fingers flew over the screen as he initiated the transfer.
"It's done,"
He said, showing me the confirmation screen.
"200 billion dollars, transferred to you're given account."
I took a drag from my cigarette, exhaling a cloud of smoke.
"Pleasure doing business with you, Mark."
Mark grinned.
"Likewise Mr. Von Death If you ever need anything don't hesitate to give me a call"
I nodded as we shook our hands.
"I'll keep that in mind."
As we exited the warehouse Mark and his men arranged the retransfer of the gold I took my cigarettes last drag and after that flicked the filter away.
"So what now vamp?"
Airid couldn't help but ask.
"Yeah, are we going to kill someone else or what?"
Darius asked.
"Or are we going partying like there's no tomorrow?
Julian added with a smirk plastered on his face.
"Okay you shmucks here's what we are going to do, where gona go back get my woman and she and I are gonna go buy ourselves a mansion while you fcks go and do the whole d*ugh, s*x, rock and roll thing any questions?"
I asked while looking at my battlebrothers who became all smiles after hearing the words d*ugs, s*x, rock and roll.
"None from me Drac"
Airid answered while giving me a thumbs up.
"As long as you give us unlimited allowance"
Darius said while rubbing his palms.
"And that's why you're the alpha of the pack vamp"
Julian said while winking.
"Good Lilith call a taxi for us"
I said out loud while pulling out another cigarette only for my battlebrothers to freeze In spot.
"Hey Drac did you just say Lilith?"
Airid asked while looking at me cautiously like a doctor would look at a mental patient on the verge of a breakdown.
"Yeah I forgot to mention It but I downloaded SAI0 Into my brain"