The Fallen Hero Reincarnates as the Demon King's Son
Chapter 99 - 98 - The Vampire King

Chapter 99: Chapter 98 - The Vampire King

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From the shadows of the scorched trees, Dracula arrived in a blur of motion, crimson energy rippling off his body like an untamed storm as he halted just short of the clearing.

And what he saw stopped him cold.

There, under the amber glow of the dying sun, Lilith—his Lilith—stood with her robes barely clinging to her frame. Her pale skin caught the last golden rays, her long black hair spilling over her shoulders like silk. And behind her, gripping her ass with an arrogant familiarity, stood Lucius.

Dracula’s breath caught in his throat.

Lucius’s fingers dug into Lilith’s flesh as if it belonged to him, and Lilith... Lilith wasn’t resisting. No. She was laughing. Her moan was soft, sultry, filled with amusement—and pleasure.

Dracula’s vision blurred, not from any physical wound, but from the raw emotional collapse occurring in real time. His heart, cold and ancient, threatened to shatter under the weight of betrayal.

He took a shaky step forward, his boots crunching in the dry earth. A whisper escaped his lips, fragile and unsure:

"L-Lilith...?"

She didn’t even glance at him.

Lucius, however, did. His golden eyes sparkled with mockery as they met Dracula’s—eyes of a man who had already won. Slowly, with deliberate dominance, he slid one hand up Lilith’s waist, brushing past her full chest and cupping her breast from behind. She leaned back into him with a low, pleased sigh, resting her head on his shoulder.

Dracula’s claws extended instinctively, his fists clenched so tightly his palms bled. This isn’t real, he wanted to scream. It can’t be.

But then Lilith turned her head.

And smirked.

"Oh," she said with mock surprise, tilting her head. "You’re here already?"

"W-What are you doing?" Dracula croaked, voice cracking like brittle glass.

Lucius ran his fingers up and down Lilith’s sides, staking his claim with every touch. "Showing her what it means to be touched by a real man."

Dracula stumbled forward. "He’s controlling you. You wouldn’t—"

"Wouldn’t what?" Lilith cut in smoothly, stepping away from Lucius and walking toward Dracula slowly. "Let someone touch me who actually knows how to make me feel alive?"

She spun in place, letting the robe slip slightly off her shoulders, revealing just enough to torment him. Her eyes—once filled with affection—now looked at him like he was some forgotten pet.

"You always thought giving me flowers and poems would keep me. You thought being obsessed meant love. But it was always... pathetic."

Lucius chuckled. He stepped forward and kissed Lilith on the cheek, making a point to maintain eye contact with Dracula. "She was never yours. You were just keeping her warm until I arrived."

The Vampire King erupted with fury, a bestial roar tearing through the clearing as he launched forward. Crimson energy exploded behind him, trees splintering as he surged straight at Lucius, claws outstretched.

Lucius didn’t dodge.

Instead, he raised one hand and caught Dracula’s wrist mid-strike. The air rippled violently from the force of the clash. A deafening boom rolled across the forest as the shockwave blasted outward, flattening nearby trees and kicking up a cyclone of sand.

Dracula’s eyes widened. His claws trembled, halted inches from Lucius’s face.

"Impossible—"

Lucius’s eyes turned cold. "Still think you’re the apex predator?"

Then he moved.

He twisted Dracula’s wrist with brutal precision. Snap.

Dracula howled as the bones in his arm shattered. Before he could react, Lucius’s elbow drove into his chest like a battering ram. The impact launched him backwards through a towering tree, the bark exploding in a rain of wooden shrapnel.

Dracula tumbled across the ground, groaning, before flipping up mid-air, snarling. He floated above the ground, crimson wings of energy unfurling behind him. Blood ran down his mouth as he began chanting in an ancient, guttural language.

Magic symbols—fanged and arcane—lit up the air around him in a blazing circle. The temperature dropped. A storm gathered above.

"You’ve made a mistake, Lucius," Dracula growled. "I am the night incarnate! I have ruled this world for centuries!"

The sky twisted. Clouds coiled into a blood-red spiral, lightning crackling in the distance. Then came the downpour—not of rain, but of spears. Each one forged from pure blood magic, shrieking as they fell.

Lucius raised his hand.

A black sphere of condensed mana formed above his palm, spinning like a vortex until it collapsed into a sleek voidblade—silent, hungry, devouring light itself.

The spears descended.

Lucius moved.

He became a blur. A streak of shadow darting between the deadly rain. One by one, the spears shattered as his blade sliced through them. Each swing was calculated, elegant—like a dancer weaving death.

When the storm ended, Lucius stood in the air just before Dracula, unscathed.

"I’ll show you what a real king fights like."

He slashed forward. Dracula raised a conjured shield—but it cracked instantly. The voidblade tore through it and nicked across his chest, leaving a shallow but deliberate wound that hissed as if the magic were eating into his soul.

Dracula reeled in pain, snarling. He countered with a savage punch, bloodfire laced across his knuckles. The blow slammed into Lucius’s ribs, sending him spiraling into the ground. A crater exploded around his landing point, dust clouding the battlefield.

Lucius rose a second later, wiping blood from his lip.

He grinned.

"That was better. Still not enough."

He vanished.

Appearing behind Dracula in mid-air, Lucius delivered a brutal punch to his back. Bones crunched. Dracula choked on his own breath as blood sprayed from his mouth.

Lucius followed with a knee to the spine, then spun around and grabbed Dracula by the throat.

"Let’s take this down a level."

He slammed Dracula into the earth, forming a second crater.

Then another.

And another.

Lucius dragged Dracula across the ground like a ragdoll, smashing him through boulders and dead trees, never giving him a moment to breathe.

When he finally let go, Dracula’s once-pristine armor was in ruins, his skin marred by bruises and cuts.

Lucius stood over him.

"You talk about building kingdoms. But what have you really built? A world where everyone fears you? That’s not strength. That’s desperation."

Dracula coughed. "You know nothing... I bled for this world."

"Bled?" Lucius tilted his head mockingly. "I thrive in blood."

Dracula howled and summoned everything he had left.

A massive sigil appeared above, a heart-shaped glyph pumping with unstable energy. From it, a towering blood golem crashed down, snarling. Fifty feet tall, armed with an axe the size of a house.

Lucius sighed. "Cute."

The golem charged, each step an earthquake.

The axe descended.

Lucius blinked aside, the weapon missing by inches and cleaving a trench in the earth. Without missing a beat, he ran up the golem’s arm, leapt into the air, and drove the voidblade into its skull.

The golem shrieked.

And shattered.

Dust and red mist clouded the air. Dracula hovered, panting heavily. But before he could retreat—

Lucius was already behind him.

A punch to the face. A knee to the ribs. A spinning kick that cracked Dracula’s jaw.

The Vampire King crashed into a rock and slumped to his knees.

Lucius walked over calmly, reaching down and grabbing him by the collar. With a final punch to the gut, he hurled Dracula back to the very spot he had first seen him—where Lilith had moaned in Lucius’s arms.

Poetic.

Dracula struggled to rise, arms trembling. Blood coated his teeth, and one eye was swollen shut.

Lucius approached and knelt beside him.

"I could end you right now," he said, his voice calm. "But this is better."

He reached for the necklace hanging around Dracula’s neck—a red gem pulsing faintly, struggling to resist.

With a hard yank, Lucius tore it free.

A shockwave pulsed through the land. Trees bowed. The sky rippled.

Far away, in a sealed underground vault, Alexia gasped.

Chains shattered.

Back in the clearing, Lucius stood.

He twirled the necklace in his fingers. "This? This was all that stood between you and irrelevance."

He slid the gem into his coat pocket as Lilith walked up beside him, heels clicking against the stone.

She looked down at Dracula’s broken body.

"Maybe next time," she said, "don’t insult a real man just because you couldn’t keep me."

She raised her foot—and stepped on his head. Slowly, purposefully, she ground it into the dirt like stepping on trash.

"Don’t worry," she whispered mockingly. "You can still cry about me in your coffin."

Dracula didn’t respond.

He couldn’t.

Lucius looked at the pathetic Dracula as he wrapped his arms around her body, pulling her closing to him, enjoying her right before him as he was on the ground, losing his mind.

"Y-You can’t do that..."

"And what will you do about it? You’re fucking powerless."

Lucius cupped her breasts again and right in front of Dracula she moaned once again, making him feel pain like never before.

The Vampire King had fallen.

And Lucius?

Lucius had only just begun to rule.

It had now become a King in three different world.

The next step was obvious.

Becoming the King of the Multiverse.

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