part 90 S2: Ultimate Food War

Tittle : Bloodlines of Betrayal S2 - Celestia's Ascension

Written By : Reviline James Wang

Genre : Paranormal Romance | Alpha Werewolf | Billionaire | Vampire | Family Drama | Rumors | Mafia

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

"Vladimar Strikes Again: The Ultimate Food War"

THE AFTERMATH OF THE EXPLOSION

After the disastrous grand opening of Vladimar's restaurant, the squad vowed never to return.

But Vladimar was a persistent menace.

Lucian (reading the newspaper, horrified): "Oh no. He's at it again."

Celestia (groaning): "What now?"

Lucian slammed the paper on the table.

The Headline:

"Vladimar Challenges the City's Top Chefs to a Cooking Battle! Winner Gets an Unlimited Supply of Souls-Uh, I Mean, Spices!"

Shiro (excited): "A cooking battle?! I AM SO IN!"

Dante (raising an eyebrow): "Shiro. Did you not almost die last time?"

Shiro: "Yes. But this time, I have a secret weapon."

Celestia: "…Oh no."

THE CHALLENGE: COOK OR BE COOKED

The event took place at a grand culinary stadium in the middle of the city. Thousands of supernatural creatures gathered to witness the disaster.

On one side: Vladimar, the Walking Culinary Crime Scene.

On the other: Three of the city's top chefs.

And then, wild card entry…

SHIRO.

ROUND 1: THE APPETIZER CHALLENGE

Vladimar presented his dish first:

"Gorgon Gyoza"-dumplings that turn you to stone if you stare too long.

The judges carefully ate them blindfolded. Somehow, they survived.

Then came Shiro's dish…

"Exploding Sushi Bombs."

Everyone stared.

Dante: "…I feel like we've seen this before."

Lucian: "…This is going to go badly."

Shiro grinned and bit into one.

BOOM.

A mini explosion of wasabi and raw fish shot across the arena, hitting a vampire judge directly in the face.

Judge (screaming): "MY IMMORTALITY WAS NOT READY FOR THIS."

Shiro, coughing through the spice, gave a thumbs-up.

Shiro (tears streaming): "…Success."

ROUND 2: MAIN COURSE – TOTAL CARNAGE

Vladimar went full villain mode.

His dish:

"Possessed Pasta, Version 2.0."

The pasta WALKED OFF THE PLATE.

One judge fainted.

The audience screamed.

Dante (watching in horror): "WHY IS IT ALIVE?!"

Vladimar: "Because regular pasta is boring."

Shiro, determined to beat the madness, pulled out his own creation:

"Flaming Phoenix Ramen."

As soon as he poured the broth, the noodles IGNITED INTO FLAMES.

The audience gasped.

Lucian: "…That actually looks impressive."

Celestia: "Oh my god, is he actually going to win?"

Then...

The ramen BIRD formed from the flames SQUAWKED, FLAPPED ITS NOODLE WINGS, AND FLEW OFF.

Lucian: "…Never mind."

FINAL ROUND: DESSERT… OR DISASTER?

It was down to the last dish.

Vladimar went all out with "Dark Matter Chocolate Cake"-so dense it absorbed light.

Judges took one bite and immediately forgot their childhoods.

It was dangerous.

But Shiro had one last trick.

He brought out a single plate.

One. Single. Pancake.

Everyone stared.

Vladimar (laughing): "THAT'S IT?! A SINGLE PANCAKE?!"

Shiro smirked.

He took a bite.

The entire stadium went silent.

Then..

CELESTIA, DANTE, AND LUCIAN COLLAPSED FROM THE PURE, UNMATCHED PERFECTION.

Draven (clutching his chest): "…I taste heaven."

Even Vladimar, taking a small bite, fell to his knees.

Vladimar (whispering, in awe): "What is this… divinity?"

Shiro casually wiped his mouth.

Shiro (smug): "…It's my grandma's recipe."

THE WINNER: SHIRO FUJIWARA.

POST-BATTLE: VLADIMAR REFUSES TO ACCEPT DEFEAT

Vladimar, still devastated by his loss, stormed over to Shiro.

Vladimar: "I DEMAND A REMATCH."

Shiro: "Only if you promise not to cook something that tries to eat people."

Vladimar: "…No promises."

Celestia (groaning): "…Here we go again."

"The Great Mafia Sleepover"

THE CHAOS BEGINS

Shiro, after his legendary victory against Vladimar in the cooking battle, wanted to celebrate.

His idea?

A mafia sleepover.

Dante: "This is the worst idea you've ever had."

Celestia: "Why are we doing this?"

Shiro (grinning): "Because we're a dysfunctional family and need bonding time!"

Lucian: "Bonding?! Last time we had a 'bonding night,' Draven almost burned down the hideout."

Draven (shrugging): "I said I was sorry!"

THE RULES OF THE SLEEPOVER

1. No weapons allowed. (Immediately ignored by Dante, who hid knives in his socks.)

2. No killing each other. (Lucian gave Draven a long, suspicious look.)

3. Shiro gets to pick the activities. (Everyone regretted agreeing to this instantly.)

ACTIVITY #1: SCARY STORIES

They all sat in a circle of chaos in the hideout's living room. The lights were dim, the mood was perfect.

Shiro, wearing pajamas covered in tiny skulls, grinned.

Shiro: "Okay, who's going first?"

Dante: "I've got one. It's called 'The Accountant's Revenge.'"

Lucian (suspicious): "…This sounds like a tax fraud horror story."

Dante (grinning): "EXACTLY. Imagine this."

He began explaining a terrifyingly detailed story about a mafia boss who forgot to pay taxes and got haunted by the ghost of his furious accountant.

By the end..

Celestia (shaking): "That was the scariest thing I've ever heard."

Draven: "Wait. We have to pay taxes??"

Lucian (deadpan): "YES, DRAVEN."

Draven (panicked): "…Oh no."

ACTIVITY #2: TRUTH OR DARE (BAD IDEA)

Shiro: "Alright, Draven, truth or dare?"

Draven (smirking): "Dare. I fear nothing."

Shiro grinned evilly.

Shiro: "I dare you to prank call Vladimar."

Silence.

Everyone stared in horror.

Lucian: "Shiro, do you have a death wish?"

Dante: "Even I think this is reckless. And I like chaos."

But it was too late.

Draven dialed Vladimar's number.

It rang.

Then..

Vladimar (picking up, furious): "WHO DARES DISTURB THE NIGHTLORD?!"

Draven, without hesitation: "Hi, sir, do you have a moment to talk about our lord and savior, the Holy Pancake?"

Click.

The call ended immediately.

Everyone held their breath.

Then..

A single text appeared on Draven's phone:

Vladimar: "I am coming for you."

Draven (wide-eyed): "…I regret everything."

Lucian: "Good luck surviving the night."

ACTIVITY #3: PILLOW WAR – TOTAL DESTRUCTION

Everything was fine… until Shiro threw the first pillow at Dante's face.

Then it was pure war.

Celestia (hiding behind the couch): "WHY DO THE PILLOWS FEEL LIKE BRICKS?!"

Dante (swinging a pillow like a weapon): "BECAUSE SHIRO FILLED THEM WITH SAND."

Lucian (dodging a flying pillow): "I REFUSE TO DIE LIKE THIS."

Somewhere in the chaos, Draven jumped from the couch, mid-air, wielding a massive pillow.

Draven (battle cry): "FOR HONOR!"

He missed and crashed into the coffee table.

The coffee table did not survive.

Shiro, standing victoriously in the wreckage, grinned.

Shiro: "And THAT, my friends, is how you win a pillow war."

THE AFTERMATH: REGRET AND BROKEN FURNITURE

By 4 AM, the hideout was a disaster.

Dante had a black eye from a particularly strong pillow hit.

Lucian was hiding from responsibilities.

Celestia had somehow ended up wrapped in a blanket like a burrito.

And Shiro?

Shiro was asleep on top of the fridge.

Nobody knew how.

Lucian: "I'm never doing this again."

Celestia (muffled from the blanket cocoon): "Agreed."

Draven (checking his phone): "Uh… guys? Vladimar sent another text."

They all turned.

Text from Vladimar: "Prepare yourselves. Retaliation is coming."

Silence.

Then...

Shiro (half-asleep, grinning): "Best. Sleepover. Ever."

"The Retaliation Begins"

The following morning, the aftermath of the infamous Mafia Sleepover was still apparent. The hideout looked like a battlefield-pillows, blankets, and shattered furniture scattered around like evidence of a massive war.

But the most notable part of the morning was the deadly silence.

Dante was still nursing his black eye, Lucian was sulking in a chair, and Celestia was buried under a pile of blankets, still pretending she was dead to avoid the chaos.

Then there was Draven, who looked like he hadn't slept at all.

Draven (panicking): "Guys, I really messed up. Vladimar's not just joking."

Shiro (half asleep on the counter): "What do you mean? He's just overreacting, right?"

Draven (frantically scrolling through his phone): "I don't know, but I've never seen him this mad before. And look."

He turned his phone toward the group.

Vladimar's message: "You think throwing pillows is a game? You've opened Pandora's box. Prepare for the wrath of the Nightlord."

Lucian (dryly): "I think we've officially angered a demon."

Dante (grumbling): "Great. Just what we needed. A demonic pillow fight retaliation."

PREPARATION FOR WAR

Shiro's eyes fluttered open as he realized the severity of the situation.

Shiro (stretching dramatically): "Alright, alright, fine. Looks like we're in for a real fight."

Celestia (muffled, still wrapped in blankets): "Should've listened to me and stayed in my comfy bed."

Shiro (pointing at her): "Well, too bad. We've got a real battle on our hands. Let's go prepare!"

They all reluctantly began preparing for the impending chaos. But no one knew exactly how to prepare for an angry Vladimar, who was notorious for his strategic genius and apparently, his love for revenge.

THE FIRST ATTACK: THE CREEPING NIGHTMARE

As the mafia gang was strategizing and scrambling to figure out their next move, a loud bang sounded from the front door.

Shiro (eyes wide): "Uh... what the heck was that?"

Everyone froze.

Then came the screeching sound of a car skidding to a stop outside.

Dante (gripping a frying pan): "What in the mafia world is happening?"

They all rushed to the window, peering out through the blinds.

To their shock, a gloomy black limousine pulled up, and Vladimar's infamous henchmen piled out one by one. But something was off.

Celestia (squinting): "Wait... is that a man in a chicken suit?"

Sure enough, one of Vladimar's henchmen was dressed in a full chicken costume and holding a massive inflatable rubber chicken.

Lucian (deadpan): "I knew Vladimar was weird, but I did not expect this kind of weird."

THE CHICKEN MOB

Vladimar's entourage began approaching the hideout door. Behind the chicken man, there were a few more bizarre characters:

1. A man in a hot dog costume holding an oversized ketchup bottle.

2. A poodle with sunglasses, looking like it was part of some mafia mob.

3. An old grandma with a baseball bat, looking too fierce for comfort.

Shiro (confused): "Are we about to fight a circus?!"

Dante (holding up a frying pan as a weapon): "I really don't want to find out."

Draven (facepalming): "This is going to be the strangest war in mafia history."

THE COMBAT

As soon as the door swung open, Vladimar's minions rushed in. But what followed wasn't the typical mafia shoot-out.

Instead, it was a full-on circus brawl.

The hot dog man sprayed ketchup everywhere, Lucian barely dodging the blast.

The chicken man swung his inflatable chicken at Draven, knocking him into a pile of couches.

Meanwhile, Shiro found himself face-to-face with the poodle, who, oddly enough, looked like a demonic poodle ready for a fight.

Shiro (seriously): "Do we fight, or do we just accept that this is the most ridiculous thing we've ever seen?"

But there was no time to dwell on it.

Celestia emerged from her blanket cocoon, "I have no idea what's going on, but this looks like fun!"

With that, she leaped into the chaos, roundhouse kicking the hot dog guy and sending him flying across the room.

THE FINAL BLOW

Finally, in the midst of all the madness, Shiro realized that this ridiculous, bizarre attack was nothing more than a distraction.

Shiro (realization dawning): "Wait a second… this was all a joke. Vladimar's just messing with us!"

But before they could fully grasp the situation, a massive explosion rocked the hideout and suddenly, Vladimar himself stood at the front door.

Vladimar (smiling sinisterly): "Did you think I'd come in like that fool? No, I had a little fun first. Now, the real game begins."

Shiro (grinning): "Well, guess that means the sleepover's officially over."

Celestia sat at the grand table, a mountain of paperwork towering before her. She hadn't signed this many forms since... well, never. Being a queen was all about paperwork, apparently. Who knew that in a supernatural world of vampires, werewolves, and magic, bureaucracy would be the greatest weapon?

Draven entered, looking as if he'd just come back from a battle. "I thought you'd be more glamorous," he said, eyeing the paperwork with a raised eyebrow.

"Welcome to adulthood," Celestia replied dryly, pushing a stack of forms to the side. "I think someone should've warned me that ruling a kingdom meant playing office assistant."

Draven took a seat, folding his arms, clearly amused. "I see you've finally realized the perks of royalty." He gestured to the endless paperwork. "Does this mean I get a crown too?"

Celestia sighed dramatically, her head falling onto the desk. "If you want one, I'm sure I can get you a glittery one. I could even bedazzle it."

"Oh, now you're speaking my language." He grinned. "Bedazzle? I'm in."

Lyra, who had been lurking by the door (as she always did when something entertaining was going on), rolled her eyes. "You two are impossible. First, you're ruling an entire supernatural kingdom, then you're talking about bedazzling crowns? What is this, a circus?"

Celestia shot her a playful grin. "Hey, it's not easy being royalty. You gotta have your fun somehow. If I can't make things sparkly and fabulous, what's even the point?"

Lyra shook her head, clearly unfazed by the chaos that constantly surrounded Celestia. "Right. A sparkling queen with a bedazzled crown. Might as well add a tutu while we're at it."

Draven leaned forward, an idea forming in his head. "You know, a tutu would work well for your image. You'd have the fear factor and the… sparkly flair."

Celestia narrowed her eyes, pretending to consider. "You want me to wear a tutu? As queen?"

Draven shrugged innocently. "Why not? It's the perfect balance of royalty and... 'don't mess with me' vibes."

"I can't believe we're having this conversation." Lyra muttered under her breath.

At that moment, a loud knock interrupted their banter. The door swung open to reveal Dante "The Shadow" Moretti, his usual grin plastered across his face. "Well, well, well," he said, leaning in the doorway with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "I see the queen is having a party. Should I bring the chips?"

Celestia shot him a look that would've fried a lesser vampire. "If you brought chips, I swear I'd make you eat them until your teeth fell out."

Dante shrugged, unfazed. "What can I say? I'm always down for a good snack." He strolled into the room, glancing at the piles of paperwork on the table. "Not a fan of the work life, huh? Looks like you need an assistant."

Celestia threw up her hands in mock frustration. "An assistant? Please. Can I get an army of fairies to do this instead?"

"Is that an option?" Dante asked, eyes wide in mock hope.

"I wish." Celestia groaned. "No, I'm stuck with this nonsense."

Draven chuckled. "At least you're not trying to overthrow a mafia boss right now. Or babysit a supernatural toddler."

Celestia raised an eyebrow. "You're not still bitter about the babysitting job, are you?"

"Not bitter, just traumatized. I don't think I'll ever recover from that nightmare." He rubbed his temples. "A seven-year-old hybrid child with more energy than a hyperactive squirrel and an evil genius laugh?"

Dante leaned in, looking genuinely concerned. "You do realize, I have the perfect solution to your paperwork problem, right?"

Celestia shot him a skeptical look. "What's that? A magic wand that does it all for me?"

"No, no magic," Dante said, holding up a hand. "But I can get you a robot army. They can handle the paperwork while you focus on more important things, like… I dunno, ruling and looking fabulous?"

Draven immediately perked up at the mention of robots. "Wait. Robots? Do they make them in ninja form?"

Dante's grin widened. "Ninja robots, with built-in holographic projectors. You can have them pretend to be your personal bodyguards, too."

Celestia couldn't help but laugh. "I don't know whether I'm more horrified or intrigued. But at least it would save me some time."

"Exactly!" Dante said, throwing his hands in the air like he'd just solved world peace. "You just need to embrace the future. And the future involves robots, chips, and a whole lot of chaos."

Celestia leaned back in her chair, considering the options. "Robots, huh? I think I can work with that. As long as they don't try to overthrow me like certain mafia bosses I know."

Dante raised a hand in mock offense. "I would never! I'm just here to make sure you don't lose your sense of humor, Your Majesty. Besides, you can't rule a kingdom without a little laughter, right?"

"Fair point," Celestia replied, smiling. "Alright, let's get these robots. And no, you can't name them 'Dante's Droids.'"

"Aw, come on," he whined. "It has a nice ring to it!"

"Not happening," Celestia said firmly, pushing the paperwork aside. "Now, let's see what kind of chaos we can stir up with our new robot army. And Draven, I swear if you start bedazzling anything, I'll personally throw you into the nearest portal."

"Deal," Draven replied with a wink. "No glittery crowns. But only because you threatened to throw me into a portal."

Dante clapped his hands together in glee. "Perfect! Now, let's get these robots and take over the world-one hilarious mishap at a time."