Vampire God in the Apocalypse

The general sent by Vlad was very weak but was still fighting strong. He panted for breath. The battlefield was scorched with fire and filled with bodies which were cut down or riddled with arrows. He dropped his spear, pulled out a sword, and charged forward with the remaining men. However, they knew that they wouldn't do much as the enemies' numbers were too great.

All of a sudden, something like a shadow fell from the sky and crashed in front of the army of Babylon.

"Hold, men!" A voice sounded from the enemy army, and a man in golden armor strode forward on a horse and observed what was in front of them. It was a crater which was deep, and in the middle stood a man dressed in the silver armor of the Turanians. He glanced back, and his eyes glowed a bright red.

"Fire!!!" The man in front shouted, and archers got ready to shoot at Vlad, who gazed at them. An ominous black aura escaped his body and spread all around the enemy army. All Vlad could see and hear was the beating of their hearts and the sound of blood flowing through their veins.

'Blood... Hungry.' He revealed long fangs in his mouth, and claws began to grow on his fingers. Vlad went into a frenzy as he charged into the enemy army. He was like a cannon, breaking through the first line of defense and directly going in the middle.

Meanwhile, the general was stunned as he saw body parts flying around and explosions coming from every direction, as well as the horrific screams of their enemies. Dracula stood up as he drained the Babylonian king's blood with his teeth, and the whites of his eyes turned black. At this point, he resembled a demon from hell, and he charged forward towards the remaining that were running away.

He ripped two guards' hearts out and squeezed them, pouring blood into his mouth. He felt ecstatic at this moment and ran after the rest, making sure to rip them apart limb from limb.

In the aftermath, Vlad fell to his knees in the middle of a field of bodies that seemed like they were attacked by a monster. Vlad stayed there, unmoving, staring at the ground, and then he finally stood up.

"King Vlad!" A voice called out to him, and he looked back to see his soldiers. His eyes, claws, and fangs went back to normal as he looked at his men, and he smiled.

"General, I had to sacrifice myself in order to save our kingdom. I shall leave the leadership in your hands."

"Your highness...?" Before the general could say what he wanted to, Vlad had already vanished from his position.

...

"You crazy bastard! The spirits almost gave me a backlash from your actions. I'm not done with the ritual!!"

Vlad sat still as he watched the young warlock fiddle around. After a while, the warlock came before him and chanted a few words in a language that he didn't understand. While the warlock was doing his thing, Vlad couldn't help but think about all the people he has abandoned by doing this.

'No, it's for the better of the kingdom, we survived because of this.' Vlad thought as he sighed, and then the warlock finished.

Vlad felt something holding him, and then he looked at the warlock.

"What did you do?" He asked with furrowed brows.

"The power that was given to you is too great. I put a restriction on you, balancing the power I gave you," the young warlock said, and then he smiled.

"I can't believe my experiment would turn out this way," he said with a chuckle and then he smiled, imagining how much he has accomplished. He then began to scribble down words in a book, and Vlad stood up and went outside.

"Hm? No, don't...!!"

"ARGHHHHH....!!!!"

The sound of Vlad's shout echoed all around the mountain. The warlock facepalmed as he looked at Vlad who was close to him. Vlad looked to have been severely burned by something.

"It's one of the restrictions put on you. The sun is now your enemy, so now you're a night demon. Also, metal and wood can harm you. Good luck," the warlock said and then he closed his book.

"Good luck? For what?" Vlad was confused, and the warlock raised a brow.

"The experiment was successful. I'm going back to my coven, and as a reward, here's an enchanted ring. It will make you immune to the sun," the warlock said and handed Vlad a ring, and he nodded.

All the instruments inside the cave suddenly floated towards the warlock's small bag, and everything entered without any restriction. The warlock then smiled at Vlad one more time before he jumped down the mountain and vanished.

"So what do I do now?" Vlad asked himself, and he remembered the feeling he felt when he saw his men.

'I can't go back. I had the same impulse to kill all of them,' Vlad thought, looking at his hands and the claws which came out and retracted from his fingers. He sighed as he didn't want to think of that and he jumped down the mountain too.

After that time, Vlad became the guardian of Turania. He watched over them from the shadows and made them have a peaceful life in this world. Over the millennia, Vlad Dracula watched the kingdom evolve into a city, and then a country. He witnessed the birth of countless children and the deaths of many.

It was then, after over 170,000 years, that a strange phenomenon happened. Vlad closed his eyes one day and then he opened his eyes to see himself in a large coliseum where a large number of people sat. He furrowed his brows, and then he could feel the pressure of many on him. He turned to the ones on the big thrones.

"What's going on?" He asked in a cold tone.

A man from the crowd stood up and came down to Dracula.

"I never even thought that you would come this far," a voice came from his side, and he turned to see a familiar face.

"Congratulations on becoming a god. Now, there's no need to fret, come sit with me," said the warlock, who had grown quite tall.

"Who are all these people?" Dracula asked and the man beside him chuckled.

"They're all gods like you and I, and they're probably wondering how powerful you, the newly ascended, are."