Written by: Epicstu Wyyvernwriter

Haven, a popular bar in Heaven, had no last call. To enter the establishment was to enter an establishment created just for you. Haven was everything imaginable and made for everyone imaginable. Unfortunately, Heaven’s citizens were about to remember the things Haven did not offer. “Fear,” said a voice that crackled like fire and echoed like thunder on a dark and stormy night, “Pain,” the voice continued. “Sorrow,” Dracula stepped out from the shadows, “death. These are all things Heaven would have you forget. I, on the other hand, would have you embrace them.” Chuckling under his breath, Dracula surrounded himself with his Willpower in a burst of blood red darkness.

“If you wanted anyone to bow to you I would not have started with that,” Michael replied as he readied his twin maces and spread his wings, “Now!”

Snow wrapped Zesrial’s lightning around Dracula and pulled tight, “got him!” Michael rushed in unleashing blow after blow to Dracula’s face with all his strength. Laughing maniacally, Dracula caught both of Michaels maces, one in each hand, and disarmed him of them. With his left foot, he grabbed Michael by his throat and held him down on the ground. Then he grabbed hold of the Heaven’slightning Snow had him bound with and swung her over. Wielding the Heaven’slightning bound Warpriest as a weapon, Dracula beat Michael with her repeatedly. “Sorry,” said snow with each successful hit, “Sorry, sorry, sorry. Ouch! Sorry!” Michael remained silent as he was beaten, he had a lot to think about.

Dracula then wrapped the Heaven’slightning around Michael and threw them both out of Haven and on to the Golden city’s streets. He was still laughing, “please continue to fight, I’m having such fun.”

Snow got off of Michael and untethered her Heaven’slightning, “sorry, are you ok?” she helped Michael up.

“Go,” Michael struggled to say as he got up slowly, “to the throne room,” he put a hand on Snow’s shoulder and looked her in the eyes. “Promise me that you will not allow anyone to sit on that throne. No matter the cost, not even Zesrial,” snow looked at Michael and she knew this was a goodbye. “Swear to me!” Michael demanded.

“I swear,” Snow replied holding back her tears.

“Good, now go!” Michael threw her across the city and through the doors of Heaven’s throne room.

The doors closed behind her. Zesrial had her hands on the throne.“My Lady?” Snow said as she cautiously walked up to Zesrial.

“It’s been mine this whole time and I never wanted to listen to the prayers that came to it. I thought it would be a dishonor to His memory if I sat here,” Zesrial could not look away from the throne. “With this power, I could stop Dracula permanently.”

Snow came up behind Zesrial and hugged her, “please don’t do it,” she cried. “Michael made me swear not to let you or anyone. Please, I don’t know why, but I just can’t let you,” she pulled Zesrial away from the throne, “Please, I am afraid that something terrible might happen.”

“Michael made you swear?” Zesrial questioned. “Where is he?”

“Fighting Dracula,” Snow cried loudly as she squeezed Zesrial tighter.

*          *

With the moon back in its normal orbit, the Werewolves had returned to their human forms. As they and Vladamir’s men cleared the battlefield so the dead could be buried, “Vladamir!” Greyhiem shouted, “Over here!”

What Vladamir saw, “It’s Heaven’s shield.”

“How does she hold this thing, there are no handles.” He positioned himself to lift it up, “I wonder how heavy this thing..” before he could finish his he was grabbed and thrown from his position. The Fennec Fox who had aided him earlier now walked towards him menacingly.

Vladamir readied Alexandra and was about to rush in when “Sarah!” Sarah Ironram stopped in response to her Lords calling. “Go and have Victor make you something that might nullify that instant kill headbutt of yours,” said Edward. Muttering under her breathe, Sarah complied. “My apologies,” Edward said as he helped Greyhiem back to his feet, “my Warpriests are of Hell.”

“Is Hell not vile and cruel?” Vladamir replied. “Is Hell not Evil?”

“I am not Evil. I hold Evil,” Edward replied, “and I am only cruel and vile to Evil.” He looked deep into Vladamir’s soul, “you are not Evil, nor are your Good,  I would not even call you neutral.”

“I’m only half Vampire,” Vladamir interrupted. “The other half is Human.”

“No it is not,” Edward replied and then he looked up over Vladamir. Vladamir turned around to see a falling Archangel of with grey wings and a hood. “If you want to know what you are and what makes you stronger than Dracula will ever be, this is your last chance,” said Edward. Vladamir ran to the fallen Archangel who had landed in the church.

Greyhiem walked up to Edward, “would you mind unfreezing our sun?”

“Ah yes, of course,” with that, Edward left the Realm and the Planet’s sun shown brightly once more. He put a paw-like foot on the first step of the stairway to Heaven, but no music played. No Angel stood at the top singing to greet him. All light was gone, replaced with a mist of humid darkness. He ran, but the stairs seemed to stretch for eternity and when he finally made it to the top, he stopped. The gates meant to be pearl were as two large stone slabs to his eyes. He knocked heavily and shouted, “Zesrial!” but no one inside could hear him. The gates would not budge no matter how hard he pushed. To touch them burned him and he fell to his knees. “Please,” he sobbed, “let me in,” but Hell can never enter Heaven. “Hell cannot enter Heaven,” he pulled a flask of Blessed water from his pocket, “but maybe I can.” Being careful not to spill he dropped a droplet onto his finger, “that should do it,” he shut the flask tight and put it back into his pocket. Then he waited for suddenly a pillar of Hellsnow appeared for just a moment around Edward then vanished. Edward Dimir was now mortal and he noticed something on his right arm. Purple lightning, her lightning. It was the tail of the Wyyvern’s mark over his right eye. “Zesrial,” he said and her gates opened for him. His ear twitched when he heard her scream.

*          *

Dracula entered through the doors into Heaven’s throne room. “Hold him!” Zesrial shouted, but even with all her strength Dracula easily broke free of Snow’s hold on him.

Flicking his wrist, Dracula sent Snow flying towards the pearly gates, “Out of my way.” Then he picked Zesrial up by the throat an began to squeeze, “You will find your Deathperk does not work against me,” he said with a vicious grin. Heaven had been beautiful, now she was in ruins. “Now you fall, now I rise.”

From behind Edward grabbed Dracula by the face and pulled the back of his head into his knee. Dracula’s head bounced off Edward’s knee and into his “Iron! Ram!” headbutt which struck Dracula down to the ground. Then Edward picked Dracula up by the leg and threw him out towards the city’s gate. Before Dracula could get up Edward was on top of him punching Dracula with his right hand at lightning speeds as Dracula got back up, picked Edward up off of himself, and then Edward gave him one more uppercut as Sarah, ever so slightly, adjusted a dial installed onto her hood before “Iron! Ram!”ing Dracula through Heaven’s floor and out of the Realm. “Victor had something, did he?” Edward asked.

“It is more useful then I had imagined,” Sarah replied.

“Go and make sure Vladamir defeats Dracula,” Edward instructed before sprinting back to the throne room and to, “Zesrial? Zesrial!”

“I am fine, Fox” Zesrial replied. The Wyyvern’s mark over her left eye was like a frozen storm of Edward’s snow. Edward and Zesrial held each other tightly before locking eyes. As their lips met the Wyyvern’s mark over Edward’s right eye met with Zesrial’s in the same way.