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

A dark mysterious creature appeared in the hideout of Nerita and the others, Lord Scott, Cleopatra and Behemoth were present


"I kept my track on the Conjurer and I bring you bad news"


The creature spoke to Behemoth. Everyone gathered around with grim looks and waited for explanations.


"The Conjurer made an hasty decision and faced her children together with the demon of high rank that seemed to be the owner of the Berserker.


The children of hell were almost defeated when the child of Eramus was killed and Eramus got angry and for a minute, he beheld a power greater than even the conjurer and took on the Berserker alone. Then mysteriously, the child that was killed came back to life and defeated the Conjurer without even moving from a spot"


The creature paused as his eyes beheld fear.


"What I saw was terror, the child had the eyes of Dracula... His aura could burn any lesser demons to crisp"


Chapter 42 Gidorah, the motive