The smell of blood and death hangs in the air around him as the Vampire King Vladimir took a few deep breaths to calm himself down from the battle rage he had been in.  At his feet with a pure red dagger with blue gems spiraling on the hilt in the heart, lies the dead Sylvet King, Klein Bloodmoon, who had brought destruction and carnage to the entire world's population of both human and supernatural. The war to stop Klein's legions of armies had taken 300 years to finally do so with the King's death and near complete destruction of his armies. 

Vladimir turns around at the sound of footsteps behind him to only see the very person who was the turning point of this war. Standing at 6"2', the person's figure is covered by a loose fitted dark red robe with the hood hiding their entire face. Still several yards away from Vlad, he could see that the robed figure was able to avoid the corpses of both enemy and comrade with nimble feet that lay between them. As they drew closer, Vlad was able to feel the Divine power that the person emitted. And the closer they got, the harder it was for him to breathe because of the pressure that the Divine power had.

"Oh, sorry." The person said with a deep voice that of a man.

"I forgot to make it to where my power is barely noticeable again."

After saying that he pulled back his Aura to where it only made a thin layer that covered his body. After Vlad felt the pressure dissipate, he bowed at the waist to the man who pretty much saved the entire world.

"Your Eminence, thank you for providing us the weapon that felled the evil king who tried to destroy all nations."

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Vlad immediately straightened up with his face going red from embarrassment by the sound of a laugh that was quickly covered by coughing as the man thought it amusing that "the" Vladimir would bow to him.

"Sorry, sorry." He said.

"It's just a tiny bit amusing that you would bow to me without actually knowing who I really am. And I would like for you to call me Jake."

"Yes, sir." Vlad replies, face still red from embarrassment.

Jake rolled his eyes even knowing that Vlad can't see him doing it. Walking around Vlad, he goes to Klein's body which had blood red armor covering his entire body that had engravings all over it. His helmet in the shape of a Wolf's head, covered the dead King's face. Jake crouched down and took off the helmet to reveal an angular white face with high cheekbones and full lips. He had siver hair in a military haircut. At the top of his head were what looked like wolf ears and starting at the top of his forehead and curling back close to his head was two black horns. And the most prominent black demon seal glowing a faint purple.

After seeing Klein's face for the first time and the seal Vlad says in a surprised, disgusted voice.

"So the bastard was a demon? Jeez, no wonder nobody could defeat him."

Demons were notorious in creating death and destruction, but they are from a different dimension and it is usually hard for them to cross the veil to Earth's plane. Jake interrupts Vlad from wondering how he had gotten to earth in the first place by saying.

"No, he is not a demon. He is a Kiturasha, a mix of wolf and dragon. Now hush."

Jake said, to interrupt what Vlad was going to ask as to why he knew what Klein was.

Jake reached over the body and grabbed the hilt of the dagger. Saying a few arcane words to activate the spells on the dagger, he yanks it out of Klein's chest. Vlad shouts in surprise as the body turns into silver mist and float over the now empty armor.

Chuckling, Jake hands the dagger over to Vlad while saying 'to keep it away'. Jake then takes off his hood to finally show his identity which put Vlad on edge and making him get into a battle ready position. Jake looks exactly like the dead Sylvet King.