A/N – Hello everyone. First off, seems the hit meter broke after the 7th, that's why it looked like no one was reading the fic. It's fixed now, thank you, support team of , I really do appreciate it. Pity I'll never know how many people read the fic during those five days, but oh well, I'll live. Needless to say I've missed April 15th badly, but I'm still planning to bring this part of the saga to a conclusion.

Aside from that, we're now two chapters away from the finale. The next one will be the last for this story, and I'm fixing to make it epic enough. Whew, writing out that insane battle against Kuyou was a lot of work, but it seems a lot of people enjoyed it, and that's what's most important. What's awaiting at the end, that'll be revealed very soon.

And again, I do not own either Rosario + Vampire or Castlevania. They are the licensed properties of their rightful owners. And with that, on to the show.

Part I Chapter XXV
Birth of Decadence

As the group explored the depths of the dungeon, the scene at the academy building was that of a war zone. What had begun as an effort to quell a student uprising degenerated into an all-out brawl. Whole corridors had been destroyed, and the remains of desks were strewn about and crushed underfoot. The bodies of several students and PSC members laid on the floor, trampled underfoot by the ones still engaged in the brawl. All attempts to quell the uprising had failed, as teachers had been swallowed up in the chaos that raged throughout the academy.

Up near the top floor, a group of twelve officers bravely fought their way towards the chairman's office.

"This is a travesty!" the lead officer called out above the furor. "I can't believe Kuyou-sama has refused to assist us!"

"We need to find Mikogami-sama!" one of the female officers shouted. "He's the only one who can stop this!"

"Why hasn't he stopped it already?" another officer demanded. "Doesn't he care what happens to the school?"

"You tell me!" a fourth PSC member replied loudly. "Kuyou definitely doesn't!"

"Silence!" the unit leader shouted as he turned to his subordinate. "Do not ever question Kuyou-sama! That is grand insubordination!"

"And what he's doing isn't?"

Before the head officer could've replied, he felt a massive killer intent, followed by a crushing blow to the back of his head, which sent him flying towards the others, who just barely avoided being knocked over like bowling pins. They watched as their leader went sprawling down the ruined corridor and into the fray behind them. They looked back, and saw a young girl in a nonstandard school uniform charging towards them, a huge spiked mace slung over her shoulder and a bloodthirsty look in her eyes. Without another word, the enraged student charged and attacked the remaining officers before they had a chance to defend themselves. The surprised PSC members were literally swatted like flies by their opponent, as they were sent through the walls, down the hall, and a couple were sent directly into the floor below, where they were consumed by the riot.

"You pitiful trash do not deserve to live," the girl spoke harshly, her back towards them as a vile black aura surrounded her. "You dare pass judgment on Onee-sama, now you shall be erased from this world." She turned back to the fallen bodies of her opponents, and raised her huge mace aloft. Suddenly, she felt a hard piercing jab to the back of her right knee, which caused her to stumble. She looked behind her, and saw another officer, clad in a black sleeveless coat, her long red hair done up in a ponytail. A long bo staff was held firmly in her right hand. Kokoa snarled, and bared her fangs at the newcomer.

"Your carnage ends here, vampire," the redhead spoke sternly. "We, the sacred defenders of justice, will not allow Dracula's servants to dishonor our fine institution any longer. Prepare to feel the wrath of Deshiko Deshi, one of the four kings of the Public Safety Commission!"

"Silence!" the freshman snapped. "Don't you dare lecture me about honor! Onee-sama had more honor, power, grace, beauty and value in her pinky than the rest of the school combined!" A vicious hiss escaped through her clenched teeth, as her eyes glowed red. "And for what you insipid creatures have done to her, I won't rest until this stupid school is reduced to rubble! NO ONE disses Onee-sama!" she shouted, and charged at her opponent with a massive overhand blow. The older girl deftly moved aside, and jabbed her staff into the side of her ribs. Kokoa's swung around with a powerful blow, which was also evaded and caused her to temporarily lose her balance.

Once the freshman regained her bearings, she soon saw her opponent, who was suddenly clad in a strange attire, which was definitely Chinese in nature. A strange note, also written in Chinese, hung from the front of her hat. "Heh, should've known you were a deadbeat," the vampire spoke sarcastically. "No matter, I'll still crush you and avenge Onee-sama's honor."

"You vampires no nothing about honor," the female zombie countered. "All you care about is death and destruction."

"Heh, just like your lord and master," the freshman asked with a haughty sneer. "I don't see him trying to stop this little ruckus. Did he get scared and run away?"

"SILENCE!" Deshiko snapped indignantly, and swung wildly with her staff, which Kokoa deftly avoided. "How dare you call Kuyou-sama a coward!" she shouted as she continued her assault, which was evaded with every blow. "Kuyou-sama is a hero! He saved the school from Dracula's evil! I won't let you dishonor him with your blasphemous tongue, demon!"

Suddenly, the shorter girl caught an oncoming strike with one hand. She released her mace, and grinned viciously as her opponent desperately tried to free her weapon. "Foolish trash," she spoke with a malicious grin, "your constant blabbering about good and evil is annoying. I think it's time to shut little piehole of yours," she went on, as she menacingly narrowed her eyes, "permanently." She grabbed the weapon with her other hand, adjusted her grip, enhanced her strength with her aura, lifted her staff-wielding opponent into the air and slammed her hard onto the floor, which cracked under the impact. She repeated the process twenty more times, as she smashed her opponent into the floor and walls, damaging them further. One last crushing attack left her enemy in a heap on the cracked floor.

The super monster looked down at her fallen adversary. She tugged on the weapon, and noticed Deshiko still had a strong grip upon it. She tugged a few more times, but still met with the same resistance. She callously flicked back the wooden implement, and watched in annoyance as her opponent rose from the floor. She could've seen the officer was still in pain, but because of her nature, she realized such blows wouldn't have killed her. Kokoa was a bit irritated that she'd overlooked that aspect of zombies, for she'd expected to have broken her spirit with her overwhelming power. "Give it up already," Kokoa remarked with an amused smirk, "don't you realize you're only embarrassing yourself? You have no chance against a royal vampire!"

Deshiko grunted as she regained her footing, her body supported by her staff. "You overestimate yourself," the officer shot back. "No matter how many times I fall, I will always rise again. Your evil shall never overcome the justice we bring to this school."

Sudenly, a sinister female chuckle echoed throughout the hall. "Such heroic nonsense," a familiar voice spoke.

The redhead gasped in shock as she felt a powerful demonic aura in the area, stronger than any she'd ever sensed during her time at the academy. Before she could've acted, she felt a pair of viselike grips on her ankles. She looked down, and saw two more hands had risen from the floor and grabbed her. When she looked up again, she saw a spectral figure had walked through Kokoa and headed towards her. She couldn't help but shiver as the noncoporeal being walked through her as well and kept going. Deshiko look over her shoulder, and saw a familiar woman in the traditional academy attire, with long silver hair, burning red eyes, and a sinister smirk on her pale face. "Moka Akashiya," the redhead asked nervously. Last she knew, the vampire had no such abilities that she'd just utilized.

"Tell me," the newcomer began in a seductive, yet malevolent voice, "do you know what happens to a zombie that's set on fire?"

The Jiang Shi looked in horror at her enemy, who clearly knew her weakness. She watched as the silver-haired woman made elegant, arcane motions with her arms. She then felt a burning aura below her. She looked down, and saw herself in the middle of a glowing crimson sigil.

The vampire gave her a malicious grin, as her eyes glowed ominously. "The same thing that happens to everything else." She thrust her hands upwards, and a huge pillar of flame erupted from the floor, that immolated the redhead caught within. Deshiko screamed as she felt her undead flesh being burned off her body, until only her bones remained. The sinister woman laughed in triumph, ecstatic over the suffering of her victim. Soon the former zombie's bones caught fire, and the screaming continued until her skeleton burst in a fiery explosion. The pillar then subsided, and the evil vampire chuckled to herself as she dug her knuckles into her right hip. "Too easy," she remarked in satisfaction.

Suddenly, she sensed a murderous intent behind her. She turned, saw a blurred image rapidly approaching her, and was nailed hard in the face, which knocked her off-balance. Once she regained her bearings, she saw a tall male student before her, a cold murderous look on his handsome face. A red headband kept his messy dark brown hair out of his eyes, which were locked upon her.

"You!" Kokoa snapped, and instantly rushed him, her mace slung over her shoulder. The man quickly moved aside and her huge weapon smashed into the floor, which was visibly cracked from the impact. "How dare you show your face again, you disgusting perverted abhorrence! You're gonna rue the day you betrayed Onee-sama!"

"Get over yourself, kid," the third-year retorted, "if you care about her so much, what are you doing with this poser," he asked , as he pointed accusingly at the silver-haired woman.

The older vampire laughed in response. "How amusing, you dare betray me to Dracula's minions and now you're calling me an impostor? You are no one to judge, Ginei Morioka, not after everything you've done."

The incognito werewolf crinkled his nose at her accusations. "You need to stop treating people like they're stupid," he shot back. "The real Moka would've gotten in my face the first moment she sensed me. And, 'the same thing that happens to everything else?' She'd never say anything that lame." He paused to crack his knuckles as he regarded his adversary. "You suck as an actress, so I'm putting an end to this bad joke right now."

The silver-haired woman laughed mockingly, as she exposed her deadly. "Foolish pup, the only bad joke that's about to end is this pitiful establishment. It has no place in Lord Dracula's plans, so he has called for its removal. Tonight is the night of Lord Dracula's judgment."

Gin looked at the impostor in sheer disbelief. "Get a grip, it's mid-afternoon. Don't you know how to tell time?"

"Oh, but I do. And I can tell your time," she spoke with a sinister glint in her blood-colored eyes, "has run out." She chuckled wickedly as she regarded her enemy.

The riot had raged on for hours, with no end in sight. The unexpected nightfall had intensified the dark emotions within the hearts of the people within the academy walls, and thus escalated the revolt to immensely destructive levels. The reason behind the rebellion long forgotten, the combatants fought through the night, as the purpose of the school had become a distant memory.

Near one of the rear exits, a colossal youkai held up a badly beaten kitsune by his single tail. The monstrous beast was heavily muscled, with long curved spines that ran from the top of his head and down the length of his broad back. His lower incisors looked more like tusks than actual teeth. As he did, several Oni surrounded the prone enemy and punched at him mercilessly. After a little while, the larger student slammed the foxlike student onto the floor, and then crushed him with a pulverizing karate chop, which shook the room and rendered the smaller beast immobile.

The huge monster looked down at his fallen adversary, and pointed his huge index finger at it. "You got trolled," the youkai spoke in a rough, growling voice.

"Yeah!" one of the beast's cohorts exclaimed. "You're the baddest, Rikiishi, you must've broken all of his bleached bones with that attack!"

"Don't I know it," the senior spoke smugly, reached to his back pocket, pulled out a pair of sunglasses and donned them.

Without warning, the doors that led outside flew off their hinges, and the entire frame, as well as part of the wall, was destroyed by an immensely powerful youki. The students and PSC officers stopped their brawling and turned towards the disturbance. They soon saw a white-haired woman clad in academy attire, an annoyed scowl on her deathly pale face. Her burning red eyes, framed by sickly yellow sclera, looked about the devastation before her, as her knuckles dug into her right hip.

"What was that," an oversized kobold asked, finally broken out of his frenzied brawling.

"Such a horrible aura," a harpy with a broken wing remarked timidly.

"Isn't that Akashiya-san," a male basilisk asked nervously.

"It can't be," a badly wounded dryad muttered from the floor, "she was killed by the PSC."

The hulking Rikiishi looked towards the newcomer, and snarled in anger as he removed his sunglasses. "What are you doing back here," he demanded. "Haven't you caused enough trouble already? You should've just stayed dead, it would've made our lives so much easier."

The vampire said nothing in response, nor made any indication that she'd even heard him.

"Hey!" the monstrous beast snapped. "Don't you ignore me, you little brat! I know you heard me! What, you think can waltz on back after you sold us out to Dracula, I don't think so, toots! We don't need some two-faced sissy who can't fight her own battles!"

Many of the still conscious students gasped in response. They'd never believed anyone would've been so brazen towards the white-haired woman, long touted as the strongest student on campus. During that moment, four more girls stood by the opening the vampire had made in the wall. Most recognized them as memebers of the Newspaper Club, who had the dubious task on revealing their fellow member's supposed atrocities in print. They too looked on in shock at what had just occurred, and what would've inevitably followed.

"Did he just say what I think he did," the cyan-haired girl asked in disbelief.

"Sounds like it," the purple-haired girl remarked with changing her expression. "We should notify his next of kin."

"Who'd want to be," the more developed student asked with a disgusted expression.

The super monster slowly turned her gaze to her much larger accuser. "What did you say," she asked in a low, menacing voice.

"You heard me, you couldn't beat Dracula so you joined him instead. A fake like you doesn't deserve to get in the ring with him, let alone me. I don't have time for posers."

"KHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHK!" Without another word, the white-haired woman sprung into action. She raced past Rikiishi before he could've blinked, and unloaded with an incredible roundhouse kick to the back of his knee. The force of the blow caused his massive body to tumble wildly in midair before he slammed hard on the floor, which shook the entire corridor, as small pieces of the ceiling fell onto the floor.

"Argh, my leg!" the monstrous beast growled in pain as he held his knee. "You're gonna pay for that!" He screamed again as he felt a crushing blow to his uninjured knee. He agony in his legs was excruciating, worse than he'd ever endured in his short life. As he looked for his opponent, he caught sight of her, just as she drove both feet into his heavily muscled stomach. The massive beast gasped as the wind was knocked out of him, as well as several ribs had been broken from the crushing impact.

"Hey!" one of his brawny cohorts protested. "You can't do that to Rikiishi!"

"Get her!" another monster declared.

Three large Onis charged headlong towards the vampire. She met them halfway, leaped into the air and nailed the center youkai with a high kick which sent him flying down the hall. Still in midair, she sent her powerful feet out to both sides, which knocked the other two rioting students through the walls beside her.

The white-haired woman gracefully landed on the floor, and calmly walked back towards the fallen beast, whose maw was covered with blood. She stopped near his head, and glared down imperiously at her formerly outspoken nemesis, who groaned from his serious injuries. She placed her foot under his jaw, her brooding expression unchanged. The monster gulped fearfully, as the vampire surmised he imagined she would've broken his neck at any moment. She applied pressure to his jaw, and watched as he trembled fearfully in response. The vampire lowered her gaze, and looked directly into his terrified beady eyes. "I am not a fake," she spoke in a cold measured voice, removed her foot and walked away.

The students in the corridor looked on in awe. They knew Moka could've easily killed her opponent, but chose to spare him, even though he might not have deserved it. Despite that, many were terrified by her new look, and even more monstrous power. Some wondered if she'd risen from the dead to take revenge on the school that had wronged her. All conversation ceased as the S-class monster turned her burning gaze to them. Students trembled as the vampire's eyes fell upon each of them.

"Is this what the school has become in my absence," she asked to the youkai gathered about her, and then scowled darkly. "Pathetic, you've made this too easy for him. Now he doesn't have to raise a finger. Bravo," she went on, as she mockingly clapped her hands, "whatever will you do for an encore?"

The injured harpy gasped at what she'd heard. "Akashiya-san," she began tentatively, "what do you mean?"

"Don't you get it," the vampire snapped irritably, which caused the birdlike creature to gasp fearfully, "your little ruckus was exactly what he wanted."

"Y-you can't be serious!" an oversized kobold spoke in disbelief. "You mean-" He looked about the area, and saw the carnage around him. A frightening realization came to him, and he found himself shaking uncontrollably. "No, it's not possible! What have they, what have we done?"

Many other students looked to him, and also surveyed the damage. With their reasoning capabilities restored, they were horrified by what they saw. It made the cafeteria riot the previous day look like nothing, as the destruction had encompassed the entire school, and taken many more lives. A great feeling of shame hung over the youkai in the nigh demolished hallway. They looked helplessly to one another, appalled by what had been wrought.

"What's going to happen to the school now," the basilisk asked in a hissing voice.

"And where's the chairman," a large purple slimelike creature with two gooey arms asked in his burbling voice.

Moka briefly glanced at him, and then looked to her friends. "Let's go," she spoke curtly.

"Right," the cyan-haired girl replied without hesitation.

Moka led the way down the corridor, as students and teachers alike gave her a wide berth. She was in an even more surly mood after her encounter with the boisterous Rikiishi, and wanted to avoid any more senseless fighting. Though she knew the students near the rear of the building had ceased their useless brawling, those who weren't so nearby might've tried to interfere, something she detested at the moment. She didn't have to look back to know the others were right behind her. None of them had asked any questions, which satisfied her at the moment. But until she found Colton and stopped his sinister plans, she knew she couldn't have relaxed.

The group reached the stairwell near the front of the building, which led to the roof as well as the top floor. As the vampire led the way upwards, an intense dark flash shot through her mind. She growled in pain as she felt a similar sensation from her heart, which stopped her in her tracks. She clutched her chest, and grabbed the railing with her free hand. She heard pained cries from behind her. She looked over her shoulder, and Kurumu was hunched over in pain, one hand on her temple, and the other over her heart. The other girls naturally stopped when they saw what happened.

"Kurumu-san!" Yukari cried out, as she ran to the stricken girl's side. "Kurumu-san, are you alright?"

The cyan-haired girl groaned painfully, as she held the sides of her head.

"Kurumu, what's wrong," Mizore asked worriedly, confused about what had befallen her friend.

Ruby looked to the suffering girl, and noticed Moka was also in pain, though apparently not as much as the incognito succubus behind her. It was then she noticed an immeasurable demonic aura from somewhere outside the school. Though it didn't hurt her physically, it frightened her immensely, as she knew well what it implied. "No," she timidly spoke to herself, "it can't be."

The incognito succubus shook her head vigorously, as she fought against the dark presence in her mind. It brought back memories of what happened in the tower, ones she desperately wanted to forget.

"Kurumu," the commanding voice of Inner Moka spoke, which resonated within her mind. The succubus looked up, and saw the vampire before her on the stairs.

"You feel it, too," the super monster said in a low, accusing voice. "Don't you?"

The cyan-haired girl winced, and nodded in response.

"Come here," the vampire spoke up, and led her up to the landing. Once there, she placed her elongated hands on her shoulders, and forced her to look into her burning red eyes. "When did this happen?"

The voluptuous teenager shivered at her tough question. "Back in the dungeon," she spoke timidly, "Tsukune, lost control. He-" She cried out in terror as the painful memories came to the forefront of her mind.

Moka hissed in anger, and instinctively bared her fangs. Though not completely satisfied with the answer, she had a good idea of what occurred between the two, and it incensed her to no end. She looked up towards the top of the stairwell, and narrowed her eyes into deadly slits. She scowled darkly, as she began to wonder what had happened to Tsukune since she was captured the previous night. She planned to have a long talk with him once the battle was over. She glanced back to Kurumu, who cringed under her gaze. That alone made her very suspicious, a feeling she never wanted to posses towards her, and especially not Tsukune.

Around that time, the other girls made their way up to the landing and rejoined. Moka looked meaningfully towards the top, and then turned back to them. "Up to the roof," she spoke sharply, "now!" She grabbed onto Kurumu's arm, and headed up the stairs, oblivious to the shorter girl's protests. The others sighed in chagrin, and followed behind.

The girls soon reached the roof, where they fought against Kuyou a year before. Once they did, they felt the same aura from the edge of the academy property, in the same direction as the dungeon where they found the chairman. Moka and Kurumu warily headed towards the end, their eyes as wide as dinner plates. The others girls reluctantly followed, for they sensed the monstrous aura far more clearly since they were technically outside.

"No way," Mizore spoke with a blank look, "it can't be."

"Tsukune-san," Yukari asked in a frightened voice as she clung tightly to Ruby's side.

"No, you're wrong," the snow girl insisted, "you must be. This feels more like-"

It was then that a massive explosion of indescribably evil energy erupted from the far edge of the academy property, which released powerful tremors that were even felt from their vantage point, followed by a huge pillar of fire that shot up towards the sky. Whatever had just occurred dwarfed anything they'd ever witnessed before.

Ruby gasped in horror, as her delicate hands covered her mouth. "No! It can't be!" she exclaimed in shock. "MIKOGAMI-SAMA!"

Yukari gasped, as she realized the explosion came from the same direction as the dungeon where the chairman was imprisoned. She turned to her fellow witch, a horrified look on her childish face. "No!" she cried out in denial. "He couldn't have!"

Mizore's icy blue eyes widened at what occurred ahead of them. "Guys," she spoke worriedly, "we got trouble."

The younger girl looked ahead, and saw Moka and Kurumu as they looked out towards the explosion. She then heard enthralled moans and rapid, hissing breaths over the rumbling, which seemed to come from them. She ran over in the direction, came around and stood before them. When she did, she saw Moka with an entranced look on her pale face, her eyes glowing a bright crimson shade. Her mouth was hung open, which exposed her deadly fangs, as a hissing breath escaped her. The vampire's hands gripped the front of her shirt, as she seemed poised to rip the article open, which was already strained by the powerful heaving of her sizable bosom. Yukari would've found it enchanting before, but she knew the vampire's actions were very uncharacteristic of her.

Beside the white-haired woman, Kurumu also wore a bedazzled look, as her eyes also glowed red. Her wings sprouted forth from her back, and her tail emerged from under her skirt. Her breathing was heavy and lustful, much like when she was spellbound by Lilith's Mirror some time earlier. "Oh yes," she spoke in an enthralled moan, as she grabbed the cut of her sweater, "I feel you." She bent her knees, which provocatively thrust her hips outwards. She leaned back as she continued to pull on her sweater, as her heaving chest struggled to escape through the small opening in her sweater.

"What's with them," Mizore asked, as she came around to their front. "Hello," she tentatively asked Moka, as she waved her hand in front of her classmate's face. "You in there?"

The bewitched woman stared over towards the explosion, as her hissing breath became more intense. She made no indication she'd heard the snow girl, or was even aware of her presence.

Quite unnerved, even if not visibly, the purple-haired girl went over the spellbound succubus. "Hey, breast girl," she spoke irritably, "snap out of it."

The violet-eyed teenager continued to moan and move provocatively, seemingly oblivious to Mizore's presence.

"You really are a pain," the snow girl quipped, and slapped the hard succubus hard across the face. Her annoyance soon gave way to chagrin, as she saw her blow had no effect on Kurumu. After another second, she placed her hand on the shorter girl's neck, as ice began to form where she held her. She hoped a slow freeze would've shocked the cyan-haired girl back to her senses. But as the ice covered most of her face and torso, Mizore was startled as she saw no change in the succubus' behavior. "No way," she spoke in disbelief, as she immediately shattered the partial encasement. "What's going on here?"

"It's just like before," Yukari spoke up worriedly. "But now, they've both been cursed." she sniffled as her gaze became downcast. "That terrible power, is resonating within them."

The snow girl gasped in disbelief. She understood what her friend had spoken, and noticed she didn't refer to the malefic energy within the two stricken girls as "Dracula's power." She quickly realized if she had, she would've essentially admitted that their close friend was lost to them.

"Please," the youngest of the group begged the white-haired woman as she desperately pulled on her arm, "please wake up! Moka-san, Kurumu-san!"

"I want you," the succubus spoke in an enthralled voice, "I need you. Take me," she went on, as her breathing became more intense, and her entire body writhed with anticipation. "LORD TSUKUNE!" she cried out in ecstasy, as she thrust her chest forward. Combined with the pulling on her sweater, her large bosom ripped through the soft fabric. Though fortunately still concealed by her blouse, four buttons popped off from the powerful thrust of her chest, which exposed much of her deep cleavage, along with her lemon-colored bra.

"TSUKUNE!" Moka screamed in a voice of fanatical longing. As she did, her slender hands instinctively ripped her blouse shirt open, as all of her visible buttons came flying off. The action all but completely exposed her curvaceous torso, along with her ebony and crimson bra. Her emerald suit fortunately remained intact, but it did virtually nothing to protect her compromised modesty. Her head snapped back as she emitted a rapturous moan, and her glowing red eyes rolled into the back of her head.

Before the enchanted pair, Yukari's face went beet red, and her violet eyes nearly popped out of her head. Beside her, Mizore stood dumbfounded at what had just occurred. "I am not seeing this," she remarked in denial.

Near the edge of the academy property, Tsukune continued to laugh gloatingly over the crushing defeat of Kuyou. With the PSC leader fallen, he knew only Colton and Dracula stood in his way. And come the midnight hour, he planned to eliminate the last threats to his plans. Their deaths would've demonstrated the fate of anyone who dared oppose him.

As he hovered above where his enemy had fallen, he felt a pair of familiar auras that longed for his presence. He pushed his senses towards the academy building, and saw Moka and Kurumu on the roof, enthralled by what they'd just witnessed. He chuckled to himself, pleased at their demeanor. "Yes," he began in a voice of dark eagerness, "you feel my power, don't you? It is only fitting for you to honor your lord. And with our combined power, Dracula will be as nothing. How I long to see that pitiful pretender begging for mercy! No one will be able to stand against my limitless power!" He grinned maliciously, as his aura flared even more violently about him. He saw the two girls were even more enthralled, as they cried out to him and ripped open their blouses. As he watched, he quickly sensed a sudden rise in Mizore's youki, and immediately deduced her plan of action. "I think not," he spoke warningly as he pointed towards the yuki onna, who was promptly paralyzed by his titanic youki. "You shall not interfere, none of you shall. In time you shall all come to serve me."

He turned his attention to the white-haired woman in the distance. "Moka, you already share my power. In time it shall grow to heights you cannot begin to imagine, as will you, dear Moka. Do not fear the power, bask in it." He recalled her metamorphosis within the dungeon, and was elated at the memory. He concentrated for a moment, and then sent the memory to the distant vampire, who became even more mesmerized.

"And you, Kurumu," he continued as he regarded the shorter girl, "your selfless devotion is most satisfying. Yes, from your womb shall spring forth a new succubi race which shall transcend the old. Prepare to embrace your destiny." He pointed at her with his index finger, and watched as the enchanted succubus screamed and trembled in unholy passion. He chuckled to himself, elated at the results.

Suddenly, a powerful force manifested near the roof, which temporarily disrupted his link with the two girls. It felt similar to the cyan-haired girl, but far more ancient and powerful. Regardless, it made the hovering figure very perturbed. "Who dares interfere with me?" he growled irritably.

High in the mountains, far secluded from the human world, laid the quiet village of the witches. Due to their isolation, there had been few, if any incidents, save for random acts of chaos caused by the infamous Sendo bloodline. Though the women were well-known for their nigh incomparable intellect, they were also well-known for their mischievous antics.

Within the humble living room of the Sendo residence, the matriarch sat in front of her table, her tarot cards laid upon it. Off to the side was a knife she'd brought with her from the kitchen. She was clad in her usual attire, a simple red dress that stopped just above her knees, over which she wore a floor-length brown cloak. Her brown eyes were troubled as she looked to her cards, and she absently lifted the brim of her trademark witch's hat, which sat upon her head of straight light brown hair, which curled at the end.

The older witch had been having trouble sleeping for the past three days, as she sensed something amiss with her daughter, but nary had the chance to contact her to discern the cause. Yukari has also not contacted her, which made her even more worried.

Suddenly, she felt a dark flash in her mind, and lost control of her body. She watched as the cards flew from her hand in a chaotic mess, strewn about the table before her. Her hand grabbed the nearby kitchen knife, and impaled one of the cards on the table. And just as soon as it began, the phenomenon came to an end.

Fujiko breathed heavily, and instantly knew something terrible had just occurred. She cautiously looked down on the table, and the cards haphazardly laid upon it. On the far end, she saw a card that represented the world. Before it appeared to be three playing cards, all kings. The first card had been impaled by the knife, which stuck into the table itself. Laying upon the edge of the stabbed article was the King of Spades. A cold chill shot up her spine as she gazed upon it, for the more familiar image upon it began to change, until it resembled that of an elder vampire, clad in a night black cloak. Fujiko gasped, as she swore she'd heard a sinister laugh from the card. She also had a very good idea of what the three kings symbolized, as well as the purpose of the kitchen knife. Without another word, she rose from her chair and left to find her husband.

Deep within the northernmost reaches of Japan, a single remote village laid hidden from the outside world. Within it resided the feared yuki onna race, the Snow Women, who captured unsuspecting males in order to preserve their race.

In the heart of the village was a great temple made of whitest marble, with icy decorations strewn about the floor and ceiling. Deep within the inner sanctum was an imposing crystalline throne, which was flanked on both sides by icy stalagmites. Upon the icy throne sat a composed woman, who was in a pensive mood. She wore a resplendent robe, with long flowing sleeves that had thickly furred cuffs. Beneath it she wore an ice-colored kimono, bound at the waist by a great crystalline sash, as a rich velvet skirt ran all the way down to her feet. Her shoulders were graced by protruding icicles, which looked as though they were actually part of her attire. Her crystal-colored hair was ornately done up in several small ponytails, bound at the ends. A golden tiara graced her fair head, decorated by a single large jewel, and two lengths of pearls that ran from the center of her headpiece to her temples. She was known as the Snow Priestess, the benevolent overseer of the yuki onna, who'd watched over her people for reportedly an entire century.

The prophet was currently pondering the state of affairs of her people. Their numbers were dwindling, and they were having increasing difficulty in obtaining mates, and thus securing the survival of their race. Their prospects for the human lad known as Tsukune Aono were temporarily thwarted earlier in the week, but her diligent acolyte, Tsurara Shirayuki, maintained that before the next snowfall, Aono would've been procured by her daughter, which would've guaranteed their people's survival.

At that moment, a vision suddenly came upon her. She saw a great gothic building, which looked very similar to Youkai Academy, which Tsurara's daughter attended. She sensed an overpowering feeling of turmoil within the old building, and felt a truly malefic presence in the window of the top floor of the campus, one that chilled even her blood. The vision then focused on the grounds behind the academy, and she watched as a titanic explosion of supremely evil energy erupted. A nearby ruined facility was completely laid to waste, and the seer cringed as she felt an indescribably powerful evil in the vicinity. The last thing she saw was a pair of brooding red eyes, which seemingly glowed with the fires of Hell itself, as a low sinister laugh was heard in the background.

The Snow Priestess gasped as she was released from the vision. She looked about the area, and saw everything was in order. "What in the world was that," she asked with a frightened look in her azure eyes.

"Not of this world, Priestess," a whispering voice spoke within her soul, which sounded like a hollow winter gale. "The followers of the slain sovereign have come from a reflection of our world, to enact their plans in this one."

The deceptively ancient woman looked inward towards the spectral entity within her. "You mean this just occurred," she asked mentally.

"Verily, the dream of the First One has been dealt a mortal blow. This marks the beginning, the end, and the beginning. The time for the great journey of the Five Maidens is close at hand, one that shall take them from this world, into its reflection where our enemies dwell. There, they shall travel into the Cursed Lands, battle the lost lineages, and finally make their way to the Old House of Darkness, where those who desire the resurrection shall gather."

The Snow Priestess looked intrigued, puzzled, and concerned. It was the first time she'd received any inkling of such a prophecy, and wondered if her hidden benefactor had deliberately withheld information from her. She was amazed she hadn't sensed such an immense evil sooner, she was certain there would've been warning signs in advance, yet she detected none, which greatly troubled her. She soon came to the conclusion that someone had gone to great lengths to conceal the events that transpired within the academy. "One of the maidens is Tsurara's daughter, isn't it?"

The unseen entity didn't respond.

"How shall we inform her of this development? She is very far from our reach."

"There is no need, come the final hour she shall be among us. You may instruct her then."

The seer seemed dubious at first, but since the spirit's prophecies had always come true, she saw no reason to doubt him at the moment. "As you wish," she conceded.

Hidden in the deep forests on the southernmost part of the Japanese peninsula was the village of the succubi, legendary demons of temptation and carnal desires. Concealed from human eyes by their protective barrier, they had existed relatively peacefully for many centuries, ever since they migrated from the far west.

Set near the far edge of the village was the ruling structure of the succubi, which they aptly named the Palace of Pulchritude. It was a foreign structure, built when the succubi first inhabited the land. Though not nearly as grandiose as many of the elder vampire abodes, it nonetheless denoted a certifiable majesty and splendor. The entrance to the palace was flanked by two guards, both with long halberds in their hands. Their armor consisted of a single breastplate with two rounded pauldrons, a dubious-looking lower guard that looked more like a bikini bottom, vambraces on their high-heeled boots, long velvet gloves that did little to protect their arms, and a black headband with a rose decoration on the center. They hardly looked like serious warriors, but with the barrier around their village, there was little cause for alarm. However, their presence was still necessary, as they knew from experience the folly of relaxing one's guard too much.

Deep within the palace lied the throne room of the temptress' ruler. The chamber was vast, with statues of herself lining a soft velvet carpet that led from the double doors to the throne, which sat upon a somewhat high dais. Above the throne hung a great crest, which comprised of a fully-bloomed red rose. Behind the dais was a wading pool, which contained crystal-clear water, poured in by several statues that surrounded the pool. The sound of falling water from the huge jars on the statue's shoulders never ceased.

Upon the throne was an embodiment of feminine beauty. A seemingly flawless hourglass figure clad in a rich velvet gown, which clung to every inch of her voluptuous form. Her dress had a very high slit up the side, enough to completely expose her luscious legs, which were crossed in her position. Her well-rounded posterior sat lazily upon the cushioned seat of the throne. Across her shoulders and huge chest was a lavender cloak, bound in the front by a crystalline rose brooch. Her smooth heart-shaped face was supported by her slender left hand, clad in a fine silk glove that exposed her long fingers. A wealth of indigo hair cascaded down her face, beneath her butt and down to her knees. Across her forehead was an exquisite gold and diamond tiara. A brilliant ruby served as the centerpiece of the ornament. On the sides of the tiara were small batlike wings. The succubi queen was in the middle of an afternoon nap. Those who didn't know her would've quickly denounced her behavior as irresponsible. However, the queen knew exactly what occurred within her village. Moreover, in her dreams she was able to reach out to her children abroad.

As she dreamed, the image of a gothic building appeared before her. She recognized it as Youkai Academy, which one of her children attended. She became concerned as she saw it slowly being consumed by an ensuing riot, but she sensed a far worse danger behind the ancient building. As she watched, a titanic explosion of negative energy erupted near the edge of the academy property, which decimated a ruined building nearby. The scene terrified her, for she recognized the aura of the explosion, one she hadn't felt in recent memory. High above the ground was a truly inhuman being, clad only in a pair of brown trousers and leather shoes. His musculature was quite substantial, as insidious power exuded from every fiber of his being. His eyes glowed a blazing color of red, framed by jet black sclera. His unruly brown hair waved wildly due to the explosion, and he laughed in the most demonic of delight.

The scenario quickly changed, until the sleeping being saw only a pair of glowing crimson irises. "I have awakened," an ominous voice spoke, which chilled her to her very core, for she remembered it only too well.

The regal succubus awakened with a startled cry, and instinctively rose to her feet as her immense wings instinctively emerged from her exquisite back, and her claws became visible. Her amethyst eyes were wide in fear, as she remembered the menace from her dream. She cautiously looked around, and took in her surroundings. Though she saw nothing had changed in her chamber, she couldn't deny what she witnessed in her dreams. "It can't be," she spoke in disbelief, her usually seductive voice trembling in long forgotten fear. "Dracula, alive?" She had thought the ancient vampire lord had been completely eradicated, and never anticipated his return. She found it curious that he would've appeared at the academy, but that fact made her even more troubled, as she quickly realized its significance. "Kurumu."

"Queen Lilith!" a voice called out urgently from behind the dual doors, which burst open a split second later. Two tall scantily armored succubi ran to their liege's side. "Queen Lilith, are you alright," the older guard asked.

The legendary mother of the succubi race briefly shook her head and regained her composure. "I am well," she calmly remarked.

"Your Salaciousness," the younger guard spoke reverently, "was it something in your dream?"

"I cannot say," the regal demoness curtly replied. "Send for Ageha Kurono immediately."

The guards both bowed their heads. "Yes, Your Voluptuousness."

Lilith watched as her guards departed, and then sat back upon her throne, her full lips stretched into an uncharacteristic scowl. It's not that wasn't complimented by their courteous remarks, but she knew her vanity was the least of her concerns at the moment. "To think after all this time," she spoke to herself, "I would've never guessed he'd ever return." Fully awake, she rested her elbow on her right wrist, as she held her delicate chin between her thumb, index and middle finger. "And if I was able to sense him," she continued as her amethyst eyes narrowed into deadly slits, "I'm sure he has as well."

Issa Shuzen seethed as he watched the fiasco that had erupted within the academy. The more he watched the scene that unfolded, the angrier he got. His youki rose menacingly as he witnessed the impromptu transformation Moka underwent. His crimson irises blazed with hate when he saw her collapse upon Tsukune in a very compromising manner. He knew she'd been violated, and planned to eviscerate the brown-haired youth for his incompetence. The human had clearly failed him, and he had no use for failure.

His mood only worsened as he heard his daughter relaying the incident at her seventh birthday. "No!" he all but screamed. "You fool! You dare speak of that travesty to those worthless miscreants? Are you trying to make a mockery out of me?" Once he heard the students around his daughter had the audacity to accuse the governing body of the vampire race of masterminding the entire incident, he rose from his throne and instinctively decimated one of the handrests with a blast of his colossal youki. "Filthy vermin, who are you to question the Council?" he demanded with an enraged look. "Our rule is absolute, no one defies us!"

And then he saw the incident outside the dungeon, as a radically different Tsukune stood over his fallen enemy, as the execrable power of Shuzen's blasphemous enemy coursed through his body. Even his demeanor reminded him of the fiend who'd slain his parents almost six hundred years ago and ruined his entire life.

Finally, he watched as the former Tsukune Aono obliterated his already defeated opponent with a forbidden spell that decimated everything in the immediate area, including the dungeon where Mikogami was held prisoner. His rage was already overflowing, and then he saw his daughter on the roof, enthralled by the vile energy Shuzen hated more than anything else. Moreover, another of the girls had also apparently been thralled. What finally pushed him over the edge was when the girls screamed out for the treacherous youth, and exposed themselves shamelessly. Even worse, he noted the color of Moka's brassiere was night black, and actually seemed to pulsate with the same energy that had enchanted the silver-haired woman. Shuzen's entire body tensed, as it seethed with a rage that he could've no longer contained. "AAAAAOOOOOOOOONOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" he screamed at the top of his lungs, as a massive explosion of demonic energy erupted around him, disintegrating his throne along with his side of the audience chamber.

A diminutive figure lounged contently upon a plush sofa with soft velvet cushions beneath his wizened form. The sofa sat upon a high marble dais, with towering columns lining the perimeter. The warm noontime sun shown gently down upon him, as a cool breeze blew through the area.

Around him were a group of attractive young women, caressing him and attending to his needs. One wore a red Oriental shirt and pants attire with pink rose patterns over her well-toned body, her very long purple hair partially done up in a pair of buns high above her ears. Another girl wore a simple T-shirt, with a bright flower print on the front, which clung tightly to her buxom form. She also wore white pants on her long legs. Her shoulder length orange hair was held by behind her ears by two strange hairclips. A third girl was shorter than the others, clad in a short-sleeved reddish purple jacket with white lining, which went down past her posterior. It was bound at the waist by a simple belt with a round crimson jewel in the center. A yellow band encircled her somewhat underdeveloped chest. The jacket was complimented by same-colored tights that covered her somewhat thin legs. She also wore a deep velvet cloak over everything else. Elbow-length grayish purple gloves graced her hands, and matching high-heeled boots on her feet. A black headband kept her long orange locks out of her eyes. Another wore a sleeveless white sailor outfit, with a very short blue skirt. Elbow-length white gloves adorned her slender hands, and red high-heeled red boots upon her feet, with golden moon emblems on the very top. Her long golden hair was done up in two buns high on her head, as ponytails ran down from them down to her knees. She also wore a golden tiara on her forehead. Around her neck was a simple red band, with a golden moon emblem on the front. The last girl wore nothing but a very revealing tiger print bikini with matching cloth boots, and had long green hair from which protruded two nigh imperceptible conical horns.

"Ah," the last girl spoke in a dreamy voice, "is my Fuhai-sama enjoying himself, daccha?"

"Very much so, my dear Lum-chan," the aged figure spoke happily. "I'll never tire of your rapturous two-dimensional form."

"Hah," the alien girl replied with a happy sigh, "you are too kind, darling."

"Is Fuhai-sama enjoying massage," the purple-haired girl asked as she gently rubbed his shoulders, "it's special Chinese remedy."

"Yes yes, very good work, Shampoo-chan," the Second Dark Lord spoke with a pleased smile on his heavily wrinkled face, "just the way I like it."

"Open wide, Fuhai-sama," the shortest of the girl spoke teasingly, as she held a ripe purple grape over the ancient mage's mouth. He complied, and it was gently dropped within.

The diminutive youkai spent several seconds savoring the grape as he chewed it slowly before it was ingested. "Splendid," he exclaimed joyfully, "you serve fruit like no one else, Lina-chan."

The more mature orange-haired girl labored at the wizened man's feet. "Is Fuhai-sama enjoying his foot massage," she asked expectantly. "You're not going to tell Kurosaki-kun, are you, Fuhai-sama?"

The mage laughed in delight. "Heaven forbid, no one else shall now, Orihime-chan."

The teenager gave him a beaming smile. "Glad to hear that, Fuhai-sama," she replied with a courteous bow.

"Are you getting enough shade, Fuhai-sama," the blonde girl asked as she held a large fan over the Wong family founder.

"Yes yes, sunlight can be such a bother. You're too kind, Usagi-chan."

The teenager smiled happily in response.

"Forgive me, Fuhai-sama," an unfamiliar female voice spoke, "I didn't mean to be late."

The ancient youkai looked forth, and saw another young girl before the sofa. She had very long golden hair with matching eyes. Upon her head was a tan wide-brimmed hat, with a red bow wrapped just above the brim. She wore red gloves that covered a few inches past her wrists, but curiously exposed her index finger and thumb. She wore the same colored boots on her feet. But what caught his attention first was the bluish gray dress, with a loose fitting short-sleeved red top underneath. The entire front of the dress was opened which revealed her enormous bosom. The dress had a high slit along the right side, which exposed her long legs, and the tie of her panties. Across her hips was a holster for her gun.

"Oh my," the diminutive mafia leader spoke in an intrigued voice. "You must be new around here."

The blonde girl smiled and bowed reverently, which caused her huge chest to bounce accordingly. "Yes, I am Rushuna Tendo," she spoke happily. "I greet everyone I meet, with a smile." Her joyful demeanor suddenly darkened, as her warm smile turned into a malicious grin, which exposed elongated incisors.

"What in the!" the black mage exclaimed, his wrinkled eyes widened beneath his dark circular lenses.

"What's wrong, darling," Lum asked in a menacing voice, which exposed her own set of fangs. "You look like you've seen a ghost." She laughed wickedly, as the daylight began to fade away.

"You seem to enjoy my fruit," a vampiric-looking Lina noted, "perhaps I should sample you instead!"

Fuhai looked stunned at the sudden change of events. The cool breeze turned deathly cold and hollow, as the day was completely banished, replaced by a foreboding nighttime scenario, as a blood-colored moon hung menacingly overhead. The white columns turned ebon black, with twisted devil heads carved around the circumference.

"Shampoo thinks you probably taste better than husband!" the purple-haired girl asked with a vicious flash of her newly grown fangs.

"Ah, the smell of your terror is most exquisite," a vastly different Orihime noted, her skin deathly pale and her eyes glowing a deep shade of crimson. "I can feel it from the bottom of your feet to the very top of your aged little head."

"What is going on here," the wizened being asked fearfully.

"My powers come from the moon," the blonde girl spoke, as her fangs protruded from beneath her upper lip, "and they are increased by he who rules the night. And now, the time for his grand revival is at hand! Bow down in fear before the one true Lord of Darkness!"

The six vampire girls turned towards the marble path that led down the hill away from the dais, their arms raised in supplication. "OH MIGHTY COUNT DRACULA!" they shouted in unison.

A massive bolt of lightning crashed down near the dais, which blinded the ancient mage, who cringed as he felt a familiar youki before him, which began to saturate the area. Once he unshielded his eyes, he saw the six girls on their hands and knees, their gazes straight ahead. Before them stood a towering figure, clad in a night black cloak with a crimson lining within. He peered down his nose towards Fuhai, a contemptuous scowl on his deathly pale face, framed by long white hair than ran down to his shoulder blades. His eyes glowed an unholy shade of crimson, which radiated an indescribable amount of evil and malice.

"This isn't possible!" the Second Dark Lord spoke incredulously. "We destroyed you!"

"Puny insect," the sinister being spoke venomously, "have you forgotten how I am? I am the King of this world, the Lord of all Darkness. And as long as there is darkness in people's hearts, I will never disappear. Your pitiful efforts to stop me are useless."

"Get over yourself!" the diminutive youkai snapped defiantly as he hopped off the sofa. He boldly walked past his former dreamgirls to confront his supposedly long-dead nemesis. "We destroyed your very soul and executed your last followers, there's no way you could ever revive!"

"How little you know," the vampire lord spoke ominously. "Mikogami has fallen, and you shall soon follow him. Then after the Apostate's son perishes, my revival will be complete. It is inevitable, it is fate."

"Nonsense! There's no one on campus that could've ever challenged him, your insane ravings don't frighten me, Dracula!"

A sinister woman's laugh echoed throughout the air. "And does this frighten you, old man?"

Fuhai gasped to himself, certain the voice belonged to a vampire. A black shadow appeared on the ground, and from it arose a silver-haired woman with stoic red eyes, and long fangs which were visible from under her crimson lips. Her entire body was concealed by a dark ebony cloak. The mage's eyes widened, as the newcomer almost seemed familiar. "Akasha?"

The female vampire smirked in response, opened her cloak and placed her hands on her rounded hips. Beneath her cloak she wore a loose fitting regal black gown that ran to the floor. It was bound just below her chest, which made it cling tightly to her quite sizable bosom, and allowed the lower half to flow freely. But what initially got Fuhai's attention was her vastly distended stomach, which writhed in unholy anticipation. She stroked her stomach with her slender hand, her elongated fingernails colored blood red. The short mafia leader didn't need to ask for elaboration on the matter. "No," he spoke in disbelief, "this isn't possible. Akasha, you didn't!"

"The black seed has already been planted," the pregnant woman spoke with a malicious smile, "and once it bears fruit," she continued, as she dramatically raised her arms, "the whole world shall be consumed by darkness. Nothing can stop the return of Lord Dracula! NOTHING!" She reared her head back, and emitted a vile gale of megalomaniacal laughter, echoed throughout the mage's entire being.

Fuhai Touhou awoke with a scream as he fell out of his chair, and landed hard on the floor. He quickly struggled to get his rapid breathing under control. He looked about, and found himself in the study of his mansion. He winced in pain, and held the back of his neck, grateful he hadn't accidentally broken it from the fall. Though he was a Dark Lord, his body had withered over the ages. He got to his feet, frightened like he hadn't been in centuries, since he and his associates vanquished Dracula in the late seventeenth century.

"This can't be true," he spoke in disbelief. "He can't be alive." He exhaled worriedly, as he recalled what his nemesis had spoken. "Mikogami," he muttered, "has something happened at the academy?" He quickly walked over to his chair and righted it. "Why didn't he say anything, and how does Akasha equate into this? Not even she is old enough to remember him. Unless-" He remembered that he hadn't heard from Akasha Bloodriver in over nine years, and began to wonder if Dracula was the cause. As he pondered the vision, he realized the woman in question looked significantly younger than the master vampire. He knew it wasn't her older daughter, and her younger child was supposedly killed on the same day Akasha vanished from the earth.

The Second Dark Lord made a mental note to locate the missing countess, and then focused on more pertinent matters. "I'd best contact the others," he spoke to himself, "this situation cannot be ignored. We cannot allow him to return, or all our efforts will have been, meaningless."

Ayumu finally reached the tunnel that would've led to the academy. Her hands tightened on the steering wheel, which was specifically designed for her strength. She hissed to herself, as the current situation aggravated her greatly. Before the Azinu Elementary School and Velvet Moon massacres, her life in the human world had been manageable. No one in power suspected her of being a youkai, and she struggled for nine years to maintain the ruse. But as she drive down the interdimensional tunnel, she feared her ruse was on the verge of being exposed. Though her future prospects had become uncertain, she still vowed to protect Moka from harm. And if she ever encountered the suspect in the recent massacres, she planned to put an end to the senseless bloodshed, with her own hands.

As she drove on, she felt the release of an immeasurable demonic aura, one that surpassed that of her ex-husband, as well as anyone on the Elder Council. Her jade eyes went wide in fear, and her fingers dug into the reinforced steel of the steering wheel. Her breathing came in short spurts, as her heart was gripped by a fear she'd never experienced in her centuries-long life. And if she felt it, she was certain several other powerful personages detected it as well, especially her former spouse. "What is going on over there," she asked herself, afraid that the aura had come from the academy.

The next thing she saw was a mental image of the same pale woman she'd seen earlier in the day, only clad in the traditional Youkai Academy uniform. She was breathing heavily, with an enthralled expression on her face, as her elongated hands gripped her shirt. The older woman was certain the person in question had been charmed, but knew of no one who could've possibly charmed a vampire. She tightened her grip on the steering wheel, almost certain it was Moka, though she looked nothing like she'd anticipated, and wondered if he was the cause. "TSUKUNE!" the mental image cried out longingly, and ripped open her blouse.

Ayumu's eyes went wide with anger, as her youki arose even with the seals she had in place. "Tsukune?" she asked incredulously. She quickly stepped on the gas and accelerated towards her destination. "What have you done to my daughter," she asked with a seething look, as her jade eyes turned a deep crimson. "You have a lot of explaining to do," she spoke menacingly. "Anyone who harms my precious Moka-chan will feel my-" She growled to herself, as she realized she had spoken like a vampire again. She also remembered that she'd also planned to exact vengeance against the murder suspect in the two massacres that threatened to expose the youkai world to unknowing humans. She grit her teeth together, as she felt the situation was spiraling out of control. She also didn't want to repeat the same behaviors that nearly led to the death of her daughter. But despite that, she knew Moka was in grave danger once more. It seemed to reconfirm her fears that her ruse was on the verge of being exposed.

"Why, why can't I escape," she asked with a pained grimace. "why can't I live in peace? Is that really asking for too much?" She refocused on the road ahead, and pushed the accelerator all the way to the floor. She looked to the limiter rings on her hands, ones she hadn't removed in over nine years. "To think I might ever release my seals," she spoke gravely, "maybe against Issa, but not against-" She groaned in pain, aghast at the thought of striking down her daughter's first friend. However, if her fears were correct, then she saw little recourse. She only hoped Moka would've forgiven her one day, for what she might've soon wrought upon Tsukune. Though it seemed horrible to contemplate, she was grateful the encounter would've been in the academy. For had it occurred in the human world, her reputation as an attorney would've been called into question, and possibly completely exposed the existence of youkai amongst humans, something she couldn't afford. However, despite how complicated the situation had become, she was still a mother, and she planned to fulfill her duties, no matter the cost.

Deep under the academy, a lone figure with glowing red eyes stood over the bodies of Kahlua and Pfaria. Suddenly, he felt a gargantuan and familiar aura above ground, and sighed in nostalgic elation. It was an aura he hadn't felt in over three hundred years, but he remembered it vividly, and believed their resurgence was at hand. "That's my cue," he spoke to himself. "Hmph, he certainly cut it close. No matter, it's time to move onto the next phase of our plans. He should be finished up in a few minutes, and the Council will be none the wiser."

He knelt down by Pfaria's body, and gently rolled her onto her back. His slender hand lightly caressed her face, and then ran down to her shoulder. "Yes, my dear, we shall part ways, for now. But soon, you shall be restored to your true glory, as the pride of the Shuzen family. Lord Dracula's court always has room for such, exquisite individuals like yourself." His red eyes peered down at her, as she envisioned her as she was before her disappearance. "Yes, through you our future as the supreme rulers of the earth shall be realized." With a wicked laugh of sinister anticipation and triumph, he teleported out of the room with his unconscious captives.

Mizore ruefully shook her head at the two charmed girls on the roof. "You're being so annoying," she quipped. Suddenly, she winced in pain, as she felt a powerful force had taken hold of her. Though she was conscious, she found herself immobile, and at the worst possible time. "My body," she spoke in a shocked voice.

"Mizore-chan," the young witch asked, and immediately came before her.

"My body," the snow girl replied, "I can't move."

Ruby grimaced in response, as she hadn't sensed the surprise attack beforehand. Suddenly, she felt a distinct spike in youki from Moka and Kurumu. She turned, and saw the pair bathed in vile ebony and crimson auras. She quickly came around to get a better assessment, and cringed at what she saw.

"Oh yes," the white-haired woman spoke in an ecstatic voice, as her elongated hands briefly touched the sides of her breasts, moved down her sides and stopped at her thighs. As Ruby watched her hands, she noticed the vampire's musculature, exposed after she'd ripped open her blouse, began fluctuating slightly, but very noticeably. They expanded a slight visible amount, contracted back to normal, and then the process repeated itself. "Oh, Tsukune."

"Oh Lord Tsukune," the succubus moaned longingly, "I can feel you, it's so exhilarating." Her hands also slid down the front of her body, and the witch knew she wouldn't have stopped there, not as long as they were thralled. "Take me, O Dark Sovereign, my body is yours to command as you ordain."

Yukari came around curiously, and immediately smiled at what she witnessed. She watched as the slight thickening of the vampire's pectorals pushed out her sizable breasts further, which the young witch enjoyed. "Ah, Moka," she spoke in a dreamy voice.

"Yukari-chan!" the older witch chided sharply, which got the sophomore's immediate attention.

"Kurumu, no!" a beautiful echoing voice spoke urgently before the group.

Ruby, Yukari, and Mizore gasped as they felt a powerful youkai presence nearby. As they watched, the spectral image of an indescribably beautiful woman appeared before the spellbound girl, clad in a long violet gown. At first glance it appeared to be Kurumu's mother, but upon closer inspection, the still-coherent girls saw the woman before them made the notorious succubus almost look plain in comparison.

Kurumu gasped as she saw the projection, and stopped her self-massage. "Lilith," she asked in a weak voice, barely able to remain in control of herself.

"Don't let the darkness consume you, my child," the spectral image spoke urgently, "don't let history repeat itself!"

Moka gasped in surprise, as she too ceased her indecent actions, startled by the newcomer's presence. "Who's there," she asked in confusion.

Suddenly, a burst of youki erupted from nearby, and the woman's image cried out in pain and dissipated. Once they was gone, the two girls resumed their previous actions.

"Blast!" Ruby cursed under her breath. "She wasn't strong enough to break his hold." No sooner than the apparition vanished that she sensed several youkai presences close by. She looked over her shoulder, and saw several students had come to the roof and were headed towards them. "No!" she cried out. "Not now!"

"Yukari-chan," the purple-haired girl spoke, as she also felt the students' presence, "don't let them see Moka and Kurumu like this, they'll never live it down."

The brunette was shocked by the task placed before her, but quickly overcame her concern and turned to her friends, who were still being influenced by the horrific power in the distance. "Alright, I know what to do," she spoke with a determined look, and then took hold of the paralyzed girl's hand. "Could you help me out here?"

"How, I can't even move."

"You don't need to, a small part of your energy will do the trick."

Mizore looked confused for a moment, but then had an inkling of what the witch had planned. "You are bad," she spoke in a mild chiding voice, though she wholeheartedly approved.

"Maybe, as much as I'm enjoying the show, we need to stop it now." She felt Mizore's energy being channeled through her hand, and then turned back to Moka and Kurumu, who continued their ecstatic and quite indecent motions. "And I'll stop it with this!" she called out, as she raised her wand aloft. Once she did, a giant showerhead appeared over the two charmed girls. "COLD SHOWER!" An intense deluge crashed down on the vampire and the succubus, and interrupted their ecstasy.

"Yukari-chan!" Ruby called out. "You know what water does to vampires!"

"Not this time!" the shorter girl countered. "I've added a special herbal remedy for just the occasion. All those hours of practice have finally paid off, desu!"

"Yeah," Mizore muttered, "someone's gonna pay alright."

The white-haired woman coughed vigorously as she felt cold water in her open mouth. It also had a strange taste as well, which unnerved her even further. She quickly spat it out, and shook her head of suddenly damp hair. Her red eyes went wide, as she quickly deduced she'd just been doused with water. But surprisingly, she felt no debilitating effects. She brought her arm up, and inhaled briefly. She detected a familiar herbal scent from the water, which promptly explained the matter.

"Um, what's going on here," a confused girl's voice asked from nearby.

Moka looked to her left, and saw a soaking Kurumu beside her, as droplets of water fell from her hair and clothes. What she found most disturbing was her sweater had been torn open, and four buttons of her blouse had missing, all around the chest area, which the vampire found incredibly suspicious.

"That's what I should be asking," the super monster replied as she turned fully towards the startled succubus. "Care to explain yourself, Kurumu, as if I couldn't already guess."

The cyan-haired girl cringed at the accusing voice. She looked down at herself, and gasped at the damage to her clothes. She instinctively covered herself as best she could, shivering from the cold water against her skin. "Yukari-chan," she spoke angrily through her chattering teeth.

"Hey," the young witch quipped defensively, "it's not my fault you two ripped your clothes off! Show some gratitude for how much I care about your modesty, desu!"

The super vampire looked to her suspiciously, and the younger girl cringed and his behind Ruby. As she did, Moka felt a cold wetness on her skin as well. He looked down on herself, and saw she was all but completely exposed from the waist up, save for her jacket and bra. Unable to contain herself, she screamed in horror and embarrassment, as a furious blush appeared on her cheeks. She instinctively grabbed her blouse and closed it shut, as her shoulders bunched up protectively. Her breathing was rapid and furious, as she couldn't decide who she wanted to pummel more: Kurumu, Yukari, or Tsukune.

"Don't worry," the brunette spoke up tentatively, "I can fix it, desu."

Moka spun around and snarled viciously at the smaller girl, who cowered visibly behind her fellow witch.

Kurumu looked towards her classmate, and then saw several students were headed towards them. "Make it quick, Yukari-chan!" she blurted out.

"Coming!" The child prodigy ran towards the cyan-haired girl, who suspiciously looked to her as she lowered her arms, which exposed her torn sweater and shirt. The witch tried and failed to suppress a giggle. "Silly milk cow, tearing off your clothes for my Tsukune-san."

The succubus growled viciously, and was tempted to unsheath her claws in response. The smaller girl still giggled, and then waved her wand before the soaking girl. Sparkles of magic descended upon Kurumu, who watched as her shirt buttons reappeared, and fastened themselves. Moreover, the tear in her yellow sweater slowly mended itself, until it had returned to its original form. Kurumu sighed in relief, though she was still soaking wet with scented water, she was still decent. "Thank you, Yukari-chan," the succubus spoke flatly, though she managed to smile.

The younger girl gave her a beaming smile. "Don't mention it," she replied happily with a slight tilt of her head. "And now for-" As she turned, her face was suddenly seized by a long-fingered hand. Her frightened violet eyes went wide as they looked into a pair of seething, slitted crimson irises.

"Insipid girl," Moka spoke menacingly, "you think I'm unaware of your desires?" Her blood-colored eyes narrowed into deadly slits as she regarded her captive. "I know how much you lust for me as well as Tsukune. So why should I trust you now?" She sneered at the smaller girl, which exposed one of her fangs.

The brunette was quite terrified as she looked into the enraged countenance of the vampire, who was possibly angrier than she'd ever seen her. She feared if her eyes left those of the taller girl, she would've crushed her face for her transgression. Yukari groaned at the notion as she looked to her infuriated companion. "You're not gonna hurt Tsukune-san," she asked in a muffled voice, "are you? This isn't his fault."

"Silence," the white-haired woman interjected in a hissing voice. "Be more concerned for your own fate, little witch. Know that it is in my hands now," she finished, and tightened her grip for emphasis.

Yukari winced as she felt the increased pressure on her face.

"Moka-san, stop!" Ruby pleaded. "This won't solve anything!"

"And the crowd's getting closer," Mizore added.

The super vampire growled in aggravation, as she also felt the myriad presences that neared her. Yukari watched as Moka looked over her shoulder towards the approaching newcomers. The witch held out her wand before the taller woman, and then waved it upwards. As she did, the buttons on her blouse reappeared and fastened themselves. She found it difficult to button the blouse over her sizable chest, and though she didn't mind the view, she still strove to finish the job.

It was then that an annoyed growl came from the taller student. Yukari watched nervously, as Moka slowly turned her brooding gaze back to her. The vampire looked down at herself, and saw her blouse had been restored, as much as possible. She scowled irritably, and then looked back to her captive. "You sneaky little devil," she remarked coldly, "how completely opportunistic of you." She leaned her face close to the witch. "You'd best not have gotten too enthralled in your work, or I shall be very," she went on, and tightened her grip on Yukari's face, "perturbed."

"Yes, Moka-san," the smaller girl spoke, her voice muffled by the vampire's slender hand.

The white-haired woman groaned to herself, and ruefully shook her head, weary of the constant irritations she'd encountered over the past three days. She looked behind her, and saw the rest of her friends, as well as several other students who'd come up to witness the commotion. They were startled as they saw the dying pillar of flame that shot to sky in the distance. Moka turned away from them, and bowed her head somberly as a deep sigh escaped her.

At that moment, a sinister chuckle echoed throughout the air. The vampire bared her fangs with a menacing hiss, as she sensed a malefic aura above the roof. She turned her crimson gaze upwards, and watched as a cloud of black smoke appeared. Within the cloud appeared a robed figure with glowing white eyes, who hovered high above the throng gathered below it.

"What's going on," a female student asked.

"Isn't that the chairman," a male student asked.

"What is this," a third student asked in shock.

The five girls looked up towards the hovering figure, expressions of fear, confusion, and anger on their faces. They all knew it wasn't who students believed him to be, and tensed their bodies in preparation.

"Rejoice, my children," the newcomer spoke in a hollow, foreboding voice, as he motioned expressively with his arms, "the time for our resurgence has come. Behold," he continued, as he motioned towards the dying explosion in the distance, "your lord has returned. All, is as it should." He moved his arm back towards the students. "The world that you all desire, is close at hand." He laughed wickedly, which echoed as he disappeared within the same black cloud from before.

The students muttered amongst themselves, confused about the meaning being the sinister being's words. Though the personage appeared to be Mikogami, his appearance and disappearance seemed very peculiar. None had recalled him mentioning anything about a "lord," most of them believed the purpose of the school was to teach them how to coexist with humans.

Kurumu, Yukari, Mizore and Ruby looked nervously at one another. They didn't dare reveal who'd caused the explosion they saw earlier, not to mention the possible death of Mikogami. They knew it would've been catastrophic if they whole truth were known. The cyan-haired girl look to her friends, and quickly saw Moka wasn't among them. She gasped at the realization, and then looked behind her. "Moka," she asked nervously, but got no response.

Near the edge of the roof, the white-haired woman continued to look up where her enemy had disappeared, breathing heavily and angrily. She heard the murmurs of her classmates, and knew exactly how they would've reacted if the truth were known. Her fingers bent dangerously by her sides, as she suspected it was exactly what her enemies desired. Despite all her efforts to stop them, their plans had still gone forward. Her whole body trembled visibly, as the rage seething within her knew no bounds. "COOOOOLTOOOOOOOOONNNN!" she screamed at the top of her lungs. With an enraged growl, she spun around ran towards the stairs. Students practically leaped aside in order to avoid getting run over by the bloodthirsty vampire, who charged headlong towards the exit, as three afterimages comprised of crimson energy trailed behind her.

Kurumu spun around towards her departing friend. "Moka, wait!" she shouted, as she foresaw her classmate headed into yet another trap.

"Moka-san!" Yukari called out, but her words didn't reach the super monster. "Moka-san, where are you going?"

"The top floor," the snow girl interjected as she looked towards the highest part of the academy.

The younger girl looked up to her peer, glad that she'd regained her mobility. "How do you know, Mizore-san?"

The blue-eyed girl gave her a casual shrug. "It's no secret, all supremely evil overlords live on the top floor of their castles."

The child prodigy's forehead took on a bluish haze.

Ruby looked in the same direction, and quickly learned Mizore was correct. "Of course," the witch spoke with a determined look, "the Chairman's office. Come on!"

Whoa, talk about going from bad to- [yelling is heard, along with furous shouting and banging sounds]

"Hey, what happened to Author-san?"

"Um..."

"What is it, Moka-san? Oh wait, I know what happened now."

"Ura-chan. When will he ever learn?"

"Wasn't this his story?"

"But look at what's happening to us, Tsukune. Look what's happening to you! I just, I don't know how much more I can take."

"Well we're almost to the end of the first book, and we have a lot of readers. They'll be disappointed if Moka-san hurts Author-san."

"Somehow I don't think she'll be so gentle this time."

"Don't worry, Moka-san. I'll rescue him with my magic! This story is really exciting, desu!"

"How did I know you'd say that, Yukari-chan."

"Yukari-chan!"

"What, was it something I said?"

"We need to finish the chapter."

"WAH! Don't do that, Mizore-chan!"

"We really should, Tsukune-san. And in the meantime, everyone, while we go rescue Author-san, stay tuned for the next exciting chapter, The Darkest Hour."

"Oh, do we have to, Ruby-san? This is really getting scary."

"But if we lose Author-san, we'll never know how the story ends. Come on, let's save Author-san, desu! I'm anxious for my big scene with the two of you!"

"How did I see that coming?"