The Following episode will be featuring Sergals. Sergals are a creation of Mick39 as part of her sci-fi world Vilous; this story is a fiction all its own, and the lore is unrelated to Mick39’s creation. Posted with permission.

Written by: Epicstu Wyyvernwriter

There was no wind that day. Heaven’s lightning struck the skies above the battlefield forcing the seemingly endless horde of Vampires to fight on foot. Blood and steel were all that could be seen for miles. Leading Humanity into battle, Vladamir heard no sound and saw everything in slow motion. Each breath he took seemed heavier than the last as he began to stagger. A quick flash of blinding light from one of Van Helsing’s grenades cleared an area around Vlad to give him breathing room, “Are you alright?” Van asked after sending his Wyyvern, Gabriel, to cut down three Vampires that nearly had Vlad by surprise. Vlad could not hear Van’s voice, but they could both feel a rumble in the earth.

Van threw Gabriel into the air, “tell me what you see, old friend.” The rumbling increased rapidly, “Wolves!” As he shouted the word wild wolves flooded onto the frontlines, at least three for every one Vampire.

Van Helsing and Vladamir Korvachoff held there own as they stood back to back. Vladamir still could not hear anything. He fought in slow motion as he watched his men die around him. Then he heard a voice calling his name. All at once the sounds of battle rushed back into his ears as time began to move regularly for him again. A wolf pounced at him but was caught and thrown back where it had come from by Greyhiem Stonebreaker who howled as his fellow Werewolves joined him in pulling aggro on the wildlife. He looked up and saw that the Sun and the Moon had been brought next to one another and held above the battlefield by Heaven’s lightning. The Sun weakened the Vampires and the Moon strengthened the Werewolves. He heard his name spoken to him again. Grabbing his right wrist, he cried out as a pain moved from there up his arm and approached his neck, “Who are you?” he struggled to say as the voice continued to call to him, telling him to hold out his hand. He did, and he could feel her grab hold.

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The ground began to char and burn as talons made of fire reached out from below. The rising dragon of fire looked down at Katherine and inhaled, “Hey!” Jessy shouted.

Aleister sighed and turned around rather than watch Jessy make her final mistake. The Dragon of fire glared at Jessy and got real close to her, nearly singeing her fur. Jack leaped to get between his wife and the flaming dragon but was hit midair by a fist covered in molten lava. “You’re getting slow, old man,” Johnny Slim taunted Jack as he got up slowly. Then, quick as lightning, Jack Harris leaped towards Slim, threw out fifteen Knives and then pulled out two more for which to stab Slim. Slim dodged Jack’s Spear of Harris attack and caught him by his throat. Then he gestured for his dragon to bring Jessy to him, “I want you to witness this,” he said to Jessy as he slowly squeezed Jack’s throat tighter and tighter looking into her eyes the entire time. Held by the scruff of her neck by Slim’s dragon of flame Jessy screamed in pain and sorrow as fire burned her fur and tears fell for her husband.

With his final breath, Jack mouthed the words, I love you. “I love you too,” Jessy replied as she watched the life drain from her husband’s eyes.

“I love you. I love you too,” Slim taunted as he tossed Jack’s dead body next to Katherine, who remained asleep behind the Sergal Elders who stood in defense during her current vulnerable state. Dolan did what he could for Jack.

Aleister sighed, it was not Jack’s fate to weather this so he would do nothing to save him. “Why couldn’t you have just let her go?”

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Dodging the Wyyvern made of ashes and dust, as the hooded Coyfox continued her assault, “stop avoiding the fight!” The Coyfox landed a hit, and Katherine fell to the ground, “the longer you avoid the fight, the more people die.” Relentless and unceasing, the Coyfox hit Katherine again, “fight me,” and again, “fight me,” and again, “Fight Me!”

“I’m not strong!” Katherine cried. “I’m just a child!”

The Coyfox picked Katherine up by her shirt’s collar, “I said fight me.” She put her brow against Katherines and growled. Katherine wound back a punch and unleashed it upon the Coyfox’s jaw. Much to Katherine’s surprise, her tiny paw-like hands hit just as hard as the Coyfox’s if not harder. The Coyfox returned to her feet, “good. Again.”

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Dracula felt something pull Alexandra as he held his will on her. She was slipping, “I am Dracula! Father of all Vampires! Who dares dispute my right to be the Wyyvern Knight of Vampirism?!”

“Iron,” Sarah wound back a headbutt.

“You annoy me,” Dracula did not give Sarah the satisfaction as he, with a flick of his left wrist, sent her flying. He kept his right hand outstretched towards Alexandra, who remained suspended in midair between him and the one pulling her away from him.

Sarah staggered to her feet with a genuine smile on her face, she loved a good fight. Then she laughed, having found herself next whoever had been pulling the Wyyvern sword from Count Dracula’s grasp.

The tall fit bearded man raised an eyebrow at Sarah from under a hood, his long black wavy hair hanging out the front. “What?”

“Pull harder,” she replied before rushing back into the fight, “and it helps to say the name!”

“I don’t know her name!” Vladamir shouted back. Sarah ran around Dracula in a large circle, gaining speed as Vladamir pulled with all the Willpower he could muster. With Snow, Pip, and Michael keeping Dracula rooted Sarah simply needed to find an opening. Dracula could regenerate like nothing she had ever seen before, but she believed that one good headbutt could loosen his grip on that Wyyvern sword.

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Slim caught Criinos by his ankle as he came down with a spinning kick. Completely unfazed by his fire, Slim threw Criinos into Dolan. Like a funnel, Roils air disks pulled the dragons of fire apart one by one as he tried to stop them from reaching Katherine, but one made it through. It smashed through the Nameless’s earth dungeon and opened its mouth wide to claim her.

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The pain in Vladamir’s right arm and neck grew stronger, overwhelming him, but he found himself now incapable of letting go. He looked around him and saw that they were winning. Against all odds humanity was winning the battle, but Heaven seemed to be unable to fight Dracula. It was as though she needed something that she could not get to. Sarah found her opening and unsheathed one six-inch retractable claw and stabbed it into the ground pulling a ninety-degree turn toward’s Dracula. Then Vladamir heard another voice, one from below, telling him to say the name of that which called to him, ‘What is your name?!” he called to her, and she answered. “Alexandra,” the name left Vladamir’s lips just as Sarah landed her headbutt. Now released from Dracula’s hold, Alexandra came to Vladamir, and in his right hand, the Wyyvern Bastard Sword of Vampirism synchronized with her true master. The silhouette of a fanged Wyyvern wrapped the end of its tail around Vlad’s wrist tightly as it spiraled up his arm until it reached his neck. Then it bit him there and fused itself to him as it became like flowing blood. Then the voice from below asked him a favor. Without hesitation, Vladamir stabbed Alexandra, blade-first, into the ground before him and said the name, “Edward.”

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The Nameless refused to move as she stood waiting for her Fated end, but it did not come. Instead, the dragon of Devil’sfire became two spinning disk Hellsnow that whirled vertically on either side of Katherine as she glared at Slim. “Oh look, I’ve woke the baby,” Slim laughed as he threw two Devil’sfire dragons at Katherine. Katherine extinguished them with her Hellsnow disks and leaped at Slim keeping the Hellsnow element since it countered Slims Devil’sfire so well. Slim locked his fist of molten lava with Katherine’s disks of Hellsnow and gave her a toothy grin, “Come on then, let me see what you’ve got.”

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“Vladamir has the Wyyvern bastard sword of Vampirism and Zesrial finally has her Wyyvern Shieldwall of Deceit,” Victor reported to Stu.

“I know,” Stu replied.

“Dracula is no longer a threat,” Victor tried to put a smile on Stu’s face.

“You are wrong,” Stu replied. “His campaign is far from over, but that is not my concern at the moment.”

“Then what is your concern?” Victor asked his oldest friend.

“Bring me the Archangel Michael,” Stu replied with a look of concern. “There is something I must discuss with him. Zesrial cannot know.”

“Understood,” Victor left to do what his friend had asked of him.