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"Seems like you\'ve taken a liking to this particular human," Nyx said as she caressed Dracula\'s face.

"Yes. If my plan works out, one of my incarnations will cause chaos amongst those old gods," Dracula smirked as he looked at Dexter and another individual.

"You never told me how you became the first vampire. If something turned you, doesn\'t that mean that thing should be the first?" Nyx asked, and Dracula put a hand on his jaw as he recalled.

"I am indeed the first. Part witch, part demon," Dracula said, and then he began to explain.

...

*More than 200 millennia ago*

"My lord, we\'re already losing this battle. This is the third tide, and the casualties are more than we can handle," a warrior clad in armor said as he bowed to the king who was on the throne.

"We must not back down. We have to save our kingdom," the king said as he glanced down at the soldier.

The king had short white hair and brown eyes which feigned bravery.

It was the old times of war and bloodshed, where two main power kingdoms began to fight one another.

At that time, the king passed away, and Count Vlad Dracula had to step up and lead the army.

It was a losing battle for them. The enemy waited and baited them to use most of their resources before pulling out theirs, and now the war was almost lost.

The Turanian kingdom would fall anytime soon. The king couldn\'t imagine what the king of Babylon would do to the people of this kingdom.

King Marqis, a famous warrior and king of Babylon, was the culprit behind this war. Out of greed, he wanted to wage war against the Turanian kingdom.

Vlad had no idea what Marqis wanted, but he knew that it could never be good.

"Lead the army in my stead, general. Hold them back long enough for my return," Vlad said as he stood up from the throne, and the soldier still had his head down.

"Be brave, soldier," Vlad said before he left the throne room.

The soldier had complex emotions as he stared at where his king went to, and he stood up and clenched his fists before walking out.

...

It was bloody on the battlefield. Both armies clashed and fought to the best of their abilities. The general, especially, clad in silver armor, went into the battle with a fierce gaze, holding a sword in his hand.

He was skilled with it, taking down enemies that surrounded him.

The loud cries of the warriors could be heard all around the battlefield. But the enemy numbers were greater than theirs... And they would soon lose as they lost the stamina to fight.

...

On a desolate mountain close to the castle, Vlad walked with a neutral face. He soon reached a dark cave on the slope of the mountain and entered without hesitation.

Immediately he entered, flames from all around the cave lit up, and Vlad breathed as he walked forward.

"What do you want?" A voice came from deeper into the cave. It was a manly voice which echoed in the surroundings.

"Please, I need your help. My men are losing the war... If we fail to defend our kingdom, our people might go extinct or into slavery," Vlad got on his knees as he begged, and a man emerged from the shadows, or rather, a young boy.

The boy had short pitch-black hair, and his blue eyes sparkled like stars in a night sky.

"It\'s not in the warlock\'s hands to interfere with the non-supernatural. Now leave," the boy said with a cold tone, and Vlad grabbed his leg.

"Please, there\'s nothing else I can do. If there\'s any way I can save my people, please help us," Vlad put his head to the ground, and the boy sighed.

"You said you\'re willing to sacrifice anything, right?" the warlock asked, and Vlad nodded.

"I will help you. But what I\'m about to do, it might not work. But if it does, no one on Earth will be able to stand against you."

The warlock seemed excited after he said that, and Vlad furrowed his brows.

\'There\'s not much time,\' Vlad thought, and then he stood up.

"I\'m ready, anything."

Seeing the determined look on Vlad\'s face, the warlock smiled, floated back into the deep cave, and came back with a bowl carrying a substance.

Vlad furrowed his brows as he looked at it, and the warlock gave it to him.

"Here, drink," the young warlock gave Vlad the bowl, and Vlad looked at it to see a reddish liquid which seemed to be alive.

"I created this as an experiment. I wasted an entire godly essence on it, and everyone I used it on died. This is your last chance," the warlock said, and Vlad nodded as he thought about the war, and then he drank the weird liquid greedily, drinking it as if it wasn\'t tasting good at all.

Vlad dropped the bowl on the floor and fell to his knees as he felt his chest burning.

"It\'s working!!!" the warlock shouted in joy.

"In return for endless strength and immortality, I take away from you, your soul," the warlock said, and then a white glowing ball floated out of Vlad\'s body.

"AAAAHHHHHHH!!!" Vlad shouted in pain. There were visible red veins popping in his eyeball and the sides of his face, and then the warlock began laughing an evil laugh.

"Arise, my minion. The evil birthed in my lair!!" the warlock kept on shouting like a crazy old man, and Vlad suddenly stopped shouting, stood up from the ground, and looked outside.

"Forget about those people, my puppet. We have a greater future ahead of us," the warlock said with a smile. He looked back, not seeing Vlad again, and his brows furrowed in annoyance.