He stood pale, his sword falling from his hand and it stuck to the ground while his feet wobbled like a jelly.
He fell on his knees and he could feel his life force fading away, he traces his hand to his chest and he smiled sadly as he felt the hole in his chest with blood sputtering out from it.
He felt his foe move towards him and the strong hand of his held him strongly on his shoulder and he also fell on his knees but this time, staring at him with a look of disdain.
"The Dark world belongs to me now... Your rule is over..." He said.
"You betrayed me Klaus... I trusted you..."
"No Scott... I didn't, your Supreme rule is over and it's now time for a new dawn" Klaus replied.
"I promise you Klaus... When I'm Reborn, I will make you wish you had died, I will let you watch your descendants and anything that relate to you die..." Scott stated, his words barely audible but the frown on Klaus' face showed that he heard it clearly.
"C'mon brother... No creature can be Reborn... Goodbye" Klaus said and ripped off Scott's head from his body.
Now, the Dark world is in his grip, no one can stop him again, it is the beginning of a new dawn....
He turned into a giant bat and flew off, leaving the body to decay.
But little did he know that it was the beginning of the End..

THE LEGEND OF THE DEMON WOLF

The air temperature dazzled and buzzing cracks dipped the air. This continued until some moments later when a portal appeared and closed up, revealing Scott and Nerita.


Scott asked, taking in the stale smell of the harsh environment filled with nothing but darkness.


"It's just some hideout at the outskirts of the kingdom my lord..."


Nerita answered and flicked her fingers. The wall torch flickered on. The illumination from this light filled the environment, revealing the interior structure they were in.


Nerita smiled and clapped her hands, two royal chairs and a big comfy bed appeared.


Scott chuckled. He was clearly intrigued by what Nerita was doing.


Scott made way over to the royal chair and sat, he breathed on and echoed out his breath.


Chapter 25 Eramus Mathias