part 85 S2: Unexpected Moments

Tittle : Bloodlines of Betrayal S2 - Celestia's Ascension

Written By : Reviline James Wang

thrilling saga of Bloodlines of Betrayal: Celestia's Ascension:

The Great Heist of the Royal Kitchen

Celestia had fought against vampire lords, outwitted mafia bosses, and even survived a toddler werewolf with an unhealthy obsession with her hair. But nothing-absolutely nothing

had prepared her for this.

The supernatural palace was under lockdown. Not because of an invasion. Not because of a prophecy.

Because someone stole the Royal Chef's sacred Bloodwine Truffle Cake.

And Celestia was the prime suspect.

"I DIDN'T STEAL THE CAKE!" Celestia shouted, arms crossed as she sat in the palace courtroom, staring down at the ridiculously serious expressions of her so-called "loyal" allies.

Draven, standing beside her, cleared his throat. "To be fair, you did have crumbs on your face when they caught you."

Celestia gasped. "HOW DARE YOU?"

Dante "The Shadow" Moretti, the mafia boss, smirked from his seat. "I don't know, Queenie. The evidence is stacking up. Crumbs, an empty plate, and a suspiciously satisfied look on your face when they found you near the kitchen."

Lyra, her best friend, dramatically stood up, pointing a finger at Celestia. "BETRAYAL! I trusted you!"

Celestia turned to her. "Lyra, you LITERALLY helped me sneak into the kitchen last night!"

Lyra gasped, placing a hand on her chest. "How dare you expose me in court!?"

Lucian Devereaux, the mysterious vampire king, leaned back in his seat, watching with amusement. "This is the most entertaining trial I've ever attended. Please, continue."

Celestia groaned. "For the last time, I did not steal the cake. And even if I did, what kind of ridiculous system do we have where cake theft requires a full trial?!"

The Royal Chef, an elderly vampire with a mustache so impressive it could be considered its own species, dramatically wiped a tear. "That cake was a masterpiece. A century-old recipe passed down from my great-grandmother's grandmother! And now it's GONE."

"Again," Celestia snapped, "NOT MY FAULT."

Draven sighed. "Alright. If it wasn't Celestia, then who was it?"

Silence.

Then-a tiny giggle.

All eyes turned toward the corner of the room, where Dante's seven-year-old hybrid nephew sat, his mouth covered in suspicious red frosting.

Dante slowly turned to him. "Rico…"

The child froze. Then, without warning.

"I PLEAD THE FIFTH!" he shouted and bolted toward the door.

Chaos erupted.

Celestia leaped over the table. Dante lunged. Draven tripped over his own cape. Lyra threw a shoe. Rico dodged them all like a professional escape artist, giggling the whole way.

Lucian casually sipped his wine, watching the disaster unfold. "I love this kingdom."

As Celestia finally tackled Rico and wrestled the last crumbs from his chubby little hands, she sighed. "This. This is my life now."

Dante patted her on the back. "Welcome to the family, Queenie."

Celestia groaned. "I hate everything."

Draven, lying dramatically on the floor, groaned. "Can we at least get a new cake?"

The Royal Chef sniffled. "No. The magic was in the original recipe. It can never be replaced."

A heavy silence settled.

Then Lyra whispered, "Or… we could just order from Vampire UberEats."

Celestia stared at her. "We HAVE THAT?!"

And just like that, the courtroom trial of the century ended-with cake, laughter, and the realization that ruling a supernatural kingdom was less about strategy and more about surviving absolute nonsense.

The Great Werewolf Spa Disaster

Celestia had survived vampire wars, mafia betrayals, and cake trials, but nothing could have prepared her for the absolute disaster that was…

A spa day with werewolves.

"I don't know why I let you convince me to do this," she muttered as she sat on the spa chair, wrapped in a ridiculously fluffy robe that made her look like a walking marshmallow.

Lyra, lounging beside her with cucumber slices over her eyes, grinned. "Because you're stressed, and a queen deserves relaxation."

Dante, sitting with his arms crossed in a robe that looked way too small for his muscular frame, scowled. "Why am I here?"

Draven, who was already enjoying a foot massage, smirked. "Because we made a deal. You lost at poker. You're lucky we didn't pick the 'Glitter Bomb Makeover' option."

Dante growled. "I will burn this place down."

At that moment, a werewolf masseuse approached Celestia. He was huge-like, 'could bench press a horse' huge. His claws gleamed as he cracked his knuckles.

"I will now begin your deep-tissue massage, My Queen."

Celestia swallowed. "Uh, just… gentle, please?"

The werewolf nodded.

Then, with zero warning, he pressed down with the force of a thousand suns.

CRACK.

"AAAAAAAAAHHHH!" Celestia shot straight up, arms flailing. "WHAT THE HELL?! ARE YOU TRYING TO EXORCISE MY SOUL?!"

The werewolf tilted his head. "That was just a light touch."

Celestia wheezed. "I THINK I SAW HEAVEN."

Lyra, already laughing, waved at another masseuse. "Harder, please."

The moment the werewolf applied pressure, Lyra melted into the table like butter.

"Ohhhhhhh," she sighed. "That's the stuff."

Draven was snickering, while Dante looked like he was questioning his entire existence.

"I refuse to do this," the mafia boss declared.

"Oh, really?" Draven smirked. "You sure about that?"

Right on cue, a tiny werewolf pup-probably no older than five-came bouncing over with a small towel. "Mister, it's time for your pawdicure!"

Dante froze.

The little pup held up bright pink nail polish. With glitter. Lots of glitter.

Draven lost it.

Celestia wheezed. "Dante, if you don't do this, I will personally spread the rumor that the great Shadow Mafia Boss is afraid of puppies."

Dante narrowed his eyes. "You wouldn't dare."

Celestia grinned. "Try me."

The mafia boss sighed the sigh of a man who had lost all hope, sat down, and extended his hands.

The pup giggled, carefully painting each claw a bright, sparkling pink.

Lyra took a picture.

Draven took five.

Celestia leaned over and whispered, "You're never living this down."

Dante closed his eyes. "I hate all of you."

Just as things were calming down, a loud BOOM echoed from the back of the spa.

One of the werewolves came running out. "WHO PUT SILVER IN THE SAUNA?!"

Cue instant panic.

Every werewolf bolted, knocking over chairs, knocking over people, and knocking over Dante, who now had one hand painted pink and the other covered in cucumber slices.

Celestia, realizing things were about to escalate, grabbed Lyra's arm. "RUN!"

Draven, still laughing, grabbed Dante and dragged him out.

As the group barreled out of the spa, avoiding chaos behind them, Celestia couldn't help but think…

"Yep. Just another normal day in my kingdom."

Hope this was the comedy-filled disaster you wanted! Let me know if you want even more chaos!

The Mafia, The Vampire, and The Werewolf Prank War

Celestia should have known better. She really should have.

The moment Dante "I-Will-Get-Revenge" Moretti walked out of the spa with glittery pink claws and cucumber slices glued to his forehead, the universe shifted.

A war had begun.

A PRANK WAR.

It started small.

The next morning, Draven walked into his study to find his entire wardrobe replaced with fluffy bunny pajamas.

Dante, sipping coffee, smirked. "Nice ears, Your Majesty."

Draven growled. "You realize this means war?"

Dante only grinned. "Bring it."

PRANK #1: THE HOLY WATER INCIDENT

Draven was a VAMPIRE. He could handle a lot of things-sunlight, silver, Celestia's death glares-but what he couldn't handle?

Holy water balloons.

As he stepped out onto the castle balcony, a bucket dropped from the sky.

SPLASH.

"AAAAAHHHHH!"

The vampire king hissed and rolled, steam rising from his coat.

Dante, from a nearby rooftop, HOWLED with laughter.

Draven, soaked and offended, stared up. "Oh, you're dead."

Dante just smirked. "Catch me if you can, Count Dracloser."

PRANK #2: GLITTERBOMB BEDROOM

Dante woke up to a literal explosion of glitter.

It was in his hair.

It was in his clothes.

It was in his SOUL.

"WHAT THE."

Celestia and Lyra, standing at the door, held up a sign:

"GLITTER NEVER LEAVES, LOVE, DRAVEN"

Dante screamed.

PRANK #3: WEREWOLF TICKLING HELL

Draven's revenge was swift.

The next time Dante entered his office, werewolf pups ambushed him.

Tiny, relentless, unstoppable.

They jumped, they bit, they tackled.

But worst of all…

They tickled.

"NO!!!NO!HAVE MERCY...!" Dante crashed to the ground, tears in his eyes.

The werewolf pups giggled as they tied ribbons in his hair.

Celestia walked by, took one look at him, and snapped a picture.

"Dante. Sweetheart. You look like a Disney princess."

Dante swore eternal vengeance.

PRANK #4: BAT INFESTATION

Draven woke up to find his entire castle filled with bats.

Not normal bats.

Dumb, annoying, drunk-sounding bats.

"HEY BOSS," one bat screeched. "YOU WANNA HEAR A FUN FACT? YOU'RE UGLY."

Draven blinked.

Dante leaned against the door. "Meet my new magically enhanced bat army. They only insult you."

Draven inhaled. "I see. A war crime has been committed."

Dante smirked. "Yep."

FINAL PRANK: CELESTIA'S PAYBACK

Celestia, Queen of Chaos, had had enough.

She summoned EVERYONE.

Draven. Dante. Lyra. The werewolves. The mafia. The stupid insult bats.

And she made them sit.

Then she handed out custom-made onesies.

Pink for Dante.

Bat-themed for Draven.

Celestial-themed for herself.

And for Lyra? A literal wolf onesie.

"Nobody leaves until we take a family photo."

Dante: "I'd rather DIE."

Draven: "Kill me now."

Lyra: "This is the best day of my life."

And so, under Celestia's iron rule, the first Mafia-Vampire-Werewolf Family Photo was taken.

The world would never recover.

Celestia leaned back, satisfied.

"This war is over. Now let's go rob some vampires."

Draven grinned. "Finally, something fun."

Dante sighed. "I hate you all."

Lyra patted his shoulder. "Don't worry, Princess."

Dante growled. "I will end you."

Celestia just laughed. This was the life.

The Great Vampire Heist

Celestia stood before her ragtag team of chaos, hands on her hips, staring at the blueprints laid out before them.

"Alright, idiots," she said. "Tonight, we pull off the most dangerous, impossible, absolutely insane heist in vampire history."

Dante raised an eyebrow. "We're stealing… what exactly?"

Draven leaned forward, eyes gleaming. "The Eternal Bloodstone."

Lyra blinked. "Sounds fancy."

Celestia smirked. "It's not just fancy. It's the most powerful vampire relic ever. It grants immense strength, restores youth, and, most importantly"

Dante interrupted. "It glows in the dark and would make a sick coffee table centerpiece?"

Draven groaned. "No, you absolute buffoon. It's the key to the vampire kingdom's power."

Celestia grinned. "And we're stealing it."

THE PLAN:

1. Celestia distracts the guards.

2. Dante hacks the security system.

3. Lyra sneaks in through the ventilation system.

4. Draven seduces the high priestess to gain access.

Draven frowned. "Wait...why am I seducing someone?"

Celestia smirked. "Because you're the only one who wears tight leather pants and looks like a brooding romance novel cover."

Dante cackled. "She's got a point."

Draven sighed. "Fine. But if I get slapped, I'm haunting all of you."

THE EXECUTION:

Celestia walked up to the guards outside the vault, flipping her hair. "Hey boys."

The vampire guards froze.

One gulped. "Y-Your Majesty?"

Celestia pouted. "Can you help me? I seem to have lost my way…"

Guard #2 blushed. "O-Of course, My Queen!"

Perfect.

As the guards tripped over themselves, Celestia whispered into her comm, "Dante, you're up."

Dante cracked his knuckles. "Time to work my magic."

He hacked into the system, bypassing ancient vampire firewalls, magical sigils, and a very annoying 'Are you a vampire?' CAPTCHA.

"I'm in."

Lyra dropped from the vents, landing cat-like on the floor. "Security's down. Where's the Bloodstone?"

Draven sauntered up to the high priestess, smirking. "Hello there."

The priestess giggled.

Celestia whispered, "Oh my God, it's working."

Dante whispered back, "Of course it's working. Look at that jawline."

Draven ignored them. "My lady, I must say… your eyes are like the stars."

The priestess swooned. "Oh, Lord Draven…"

Dante made gagging noises. Celestia kicked him.

THE PROBLEM:

Just as Lyra grabbed the Bloodstone, alarms blared.

Dante blinked. "Uh… that wasn't me."

A deep BOOM shook the vault.

Celestia groaned. "What now?!"

The doors burst open.

And in walked…

THE VAMPIRE KING'S MOTHER.

Draven froze. "Oh. No."

Celestia gasped. "Wait-you didn't tell me your mom was here!!"

Draven whispered, "I DIDN'T KNOW."

Dante whistled. "So, we're all gonna die. Nice knowing you."

The vampire queen glared. "Draven. WHAT are you doing?"

Draven cleared his throat. "Mother. I can explain."

Celestia grabbed the Bloodstone. "NO TIME! RUN!"

THE ESCAPE:

Draven carried Celestia bridal style as he jumped out the window.

Dante jumped after them, cackling. "THIS IS AMAZING!"

Lyra ran across the rooftops.

Behind them, Draven's mother screamed in rage.

"DRAVEN NIGHTSHADE, GET BACK HERE THIS INSTANT!"

Draven shivered. "That's terrifying."

Celestia grinned. "But we won."

Dante laughed. "We are officially the dumbest criminals in history."

Celestia winked. "And yet… we got away with it."

Draven sighed. "We need therapy."

Dante smirked. "Nah, we need a vacation."

Celestia held up the Bloodstone, smirking.

The game had just begun.

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