The Reborn Witch had a nice 'Tea Time' with the Dragon Queen today
Chapter 73: Blood Coffin of a Million Souls

Chapter 73: Blood Coffin of a Million Souls

The vampire coughed out icicles, her sigiled palm immediately stretching towards the fogged sky, towards the unknown presence taunting the sovereign, as Adrei’s claw met her cross again.

The sovereign clicked her tongue, frustration bubbling like never before as she countered the Dragon’s next strike, "Summon, Bonemare Doves."

Sky cracks, chirps of chained freedom sounded as skeletal Doves collasped into the claw before swarming the Dragon like red cowls, the dragon’s subtly glancing at the fog. Five seconds—this was all she needed, but for the vampire sovereign, it was enough.

Blue Frostbites leaked from her red fingertips as if just eaten breads, as the vampire’s sigil glowed, before swiping her arm. A hint of red moon glowed beyond the fog once again, as the grace of red seeped into the vampire, slight vitality returning as she watched the dragon, her Doves’ burnt to cinders and ashes floating around the Peacekeeper, a haunting image for sure.

"You’ve got someone unordinary, I see. <Reality Manipulation>...no, it’s no mere manipulation." The vampire gasped a frosty breath, her guts heavy like a billion snowflakes disguised as crumbs. "<Fairytale Series>. You have a <Tale Weaver>, don’t you?"

"One of only two, as a wife, no less." The Dragon smirked as her hand shrugged off the dust of the doves. "Perhaps you should consider having one for your stupidity. She would help you keep ledgers of your pities, martyr."

"Unfortunately, none would have accepted a corpse for a bride, let alone a worthless vampire." The sovereign’s smile curled up as her sigiled palm slowly, painfully, tore down the air, as Adrei widened her eyes at the warm sensation on her shoulders, mini-blood crosses spawned from cracks lodged into her shoulders, without warning or stabbing, just lodged as they were there in the first place.

Witnessing the slight tremble of the Dragon’s eyes, the sovereign for the first time rushed for offence, stretching open her palms like an embrace, red crosses spread between the dragon, before with a loud clap, they clashed into the Dragon’s arm, grunting voice slipping as the Dragon’s scales enduring slicing bloods, steams purring in silent screams.

The Sovereign’s sigiled palm unfurled backwards, no more playtime as she must finish the dragon early before-

"Hungers satiated not of food, but of dirt water and wetted muds."

Needles tremored for the echoed voice, as the sovereign stopped mid-air, her throat huffing, huffing, before pilking out snowflakes, her stomach feeling bloated yet hungered, as if not eaten any but river’s mud waters for years.

Her furrowed gaze stared as Adrei arced flames curled around the shoulders before spreading and vaporizing all the crosses. Adil glanced down with a prideful sneeze, before she lunged towards her.

She has to block-the thought remained in her mouth as Adrei’s claw sliced her chest, then her limbs, then her legs, then her face. Limbs, limbs, chest, leg, arm, torso, shoulder, collarbone, then finally, her neck, the vampire’s hardness made her a suitable meatbag to butcher, as Adrei’s claw comboed, before her scaled arm gripped her neck and descended downwards.

<Twirls, Rollies, Fizzles>

A tornado of flame swirled around them as the sovereign clung to Adrei’s arm, her own neck contorting with bloodied scars. as her blood dripped into forming bat-shaped knives, hurled and stabbed into the Dragon’s shoulder, torso and leg, who grunted at the closeness. The vampire hissed for more bubbled knives, before the familiar needled voice echoed again.

"So may children be fed, may adults not share infants for food, and may the living drought cease under hollowed desperation."

Then, the sovereign gulped, the ice in her heart chipping away her lungs as icicles pierced through her heart, chest, arms, and legs from within, the cut wound matching purity as if to fridge a decorated cattle.

The tornado descended as Adrei glared down at Adil’s mansion before smashing the sovereign through the rooftop. The white structure cumbled at the force, as the runes within screamed for their ancestor, debris flying and falling not to murmur a painful end, but to celebrate new beginnings.

Dusts settled to reveal...a large snowflake, as the icicles from the sovereign’s body melt and pool into a winter’s coffin for the land. Adrei sunk the sovereign deeper into the ground, the mud cracking at the sheer force. The sovereign clawed at the mud, her eyes bulging out, yet little desperation could be found. Her red fingertip was tinted with blue frosts, as with the last of her might, she cracked and swung another blood-gel cross, the last of her force slam, the Dragon slid on the ground, as she stared at the Sovereign now sprawling and gasping.

"He-haha...reminds me of the old days where my kins chopped me to pieces..."

A self-defeated chuckle echoed through the air, yet Adrei could hear no sense of defeat but rather only cruelty towards herself. Then, the draconic lens widened, as the air around the sprawled vampire cracked and seethed, hundreds and thousands and millions of mini skulls clattering to escape the gaps.

"A fitting end to my old life. That day was snowing as well...when I first realised human skins carved the breads I have been eating."

The chopped figures wobbled into standing, like a vampire would after a slumber in a coffin, her smiley red eyes tilting to meet trembling ambers. The dragon narrowed her eyes and bolted, yet massive seas of blood cracked in front of her before crashing her along with the waves, as the Dragon drifted, before fluttering her wings open, splitting the sea as she glared.

The Blood seeped into the snowflake, each glitteriness snuffed by a geled corruption, as the vampire grinned at the Dragon whose lips huffed, before puffing a Dragon’s flame, the mini skulls rushing to intercept, disintegrate, then reform again into another wall.

Sensing the utter uselessness of the million’s human souls inside her, the sovereign chuckled, as if in relief, as if in defeat, as she curled her sigiled arm, before swiping it. Cracks, all the mini skulls cracked with a silent scream, their master’s cruelty incomprehensible compared to her old mercy, her old pity that she would not destroy their soul out of lust for power, for she is already powerful enough for her own.

The Dragon retracted the breath as she glided the air to her with claws stretched. The sovereign’s hair hovered, tints of redness tainting her white as her palm stretched. The air crackled, a black-red coffin with a rose-thorns as grips stumbled, as the sovereign grabbed it and swung towards Adrei’s claw, bending the shocked dragon’s arm with a nutch as the force pushed her to the debris into a crater, a slight quake tremoring the muds beneath.

"Hehe...hehehehe...what a nice feeling..."

The sovereign rasied her head to the red moonlight, the symbol of her dead kins’ legacy. The red snowflake on the ground now an abandoned graveyard with sprays of bloods and bonemarrows, further redness sprayed and painted till her hair’s red matched the moon and her eyes, the complete embrace of her nature, the epitome of vampirity, the promise of salvation to no one but the monarch herself.

Never, never since her first bow to her own families, had she felt this alive. The sovereign didn’t laugh, but chuckles of insanity escaped her trembling lips. In that sole moment, she hated she had no one to share this exihilation, no one to share this freedom, yet the thorns that seeped deep into her palm told her she must not be picky, for loneliness means no more chains, no more bonds, only pains that reminded her of her last mortality.

"So how do you like it, Peacekeeper?"

Wing fluttered from the curated debris to reveal a golden glare, as Adrei spat out blood to the side. Her throat was hoarse from the multiple castings that she has done in a day, her claws were chipped from clawing against the vampire’s cyrstaline skins, and her scales flared from the overuse of her Dragon’s flame, yet her unwavered will merely darted a mocking solace.

"How quaint. Ultimately, you sacrificed your purpose for power. Now, what will you do should you survive? Kill more and feast for more?"

Another chuckle echoed, as the sovereign tilted her head, the red-silken locks followed with a sway. "Ah, perhaps so. But do not mistake me, Peacekeeper. I merely moved in the will of the child, and I plan to relay my gratitude at the very least by resurrecting her."

Resurrection? A slight confusion marred the Dragon’s resolve as she asked. "For a mere gratitude?"

"For a mere gratitude, yes." The sovereign’s eyes closed as she spread and raised her arms; the coffin that weighed a million worth of souls was now nothing but feathers for her new-found resurrection. "I will relay my thanks, then I will kill her, destroy this town that housed my bretherens’ ashes, and fulfill her wish of homecoming. Don’t you think it is the least...manner I can afford for my release?"

"...as always, all vampires are pure scums." A cold, indifferent retort roared silent from Adrei, her flames inside burnt another ember, as she readied her claw and dashed forward.

The sovereign smiled, the innocence begotten for the embodiment of malice as she swung her thorned coffin, blood dripping from her palm like blood shed for a new red dawn.