Grace approached Emma to discuss plans, revealing she had spoken with Mother to minimize casualties. The trio—Emma, Grace, and Dante—headed alone to the battleground. A legion of IMPERISHABLES marched toward the warfront. Emma gazed skyward, observing the clouds shrouding the sun.

"Magic," Emma whispered.

"For the safety of the immortals," Dante declared.

The IMPERISHABLES, under the command of Veronica and Marcus, paused for a moment. Emma and Veronica ascended into the air for a brief mid-air conversation.

"Be careful, Emma," warned Grace as she took flight.

"I see you've chosen the battleground of death," remarked Veronica. "Mother will claim what's hers from you today and then exact vengeance on you and your sister for betrayal. How can three stand against our battalions of Mother's imitation? It's over, dear Emma."

"It's not," Emma countered. "And I sense your fear of defeat, Veronica. You can alter your path and aid us in winning this war. Azriel won't serve you well."

"And I am not alone, unlike you," Emma continued defiantly. "I have friends in high places."

Veronica seethed with anger, parting ways after signaling a werewolf and a vampire witch among the IMPERISHABLES to attack Emma. To her astonishment, Emma swiftly dispatched them with the beta sword, leaving Veronica visibly shocked. The blade inflicted significant damage, causing the vampire witch to explode into smithereens and the werewolf to dry up, burning from the inside out until only bones fell to the shattered ground.

"The beta sword!" Veronica exclaimed in fear, urgently commanding her army to launch an attack.

Emma and her friends returned to the scene, and a resounding scream escaped her, a potent force Veronica recognized from five centuries past—a method used to end her own existence. It bore the name "The Fawich Scream," a sonic onslaught melding the powers of a fairy and a witch. Alicia East and Sarah Lance had previously employed it to vanquish Azriel and Veronica, a technique exclusive to the most formidable descendants, not just any ordinary pairing of witch and fairy.

The Fawich Scream proved devastating, eliminating swaths of imperishables in a series of explosive eruptions. As more adversaries emerged, portals materialized, disgorging fairies and witches. Sharlene commanded her fairy colony, Clara Johnson and Becca Addison led the witches in Wicca Sabbat and Pytaminc, while Charles marshaled the vampires.

Curiosity etched Grace's face. "Who are they?"

"An old friend," Dante responded, a wry smile shared with Charles.

Veronica, incredulous, beheld a spectacle—an army of supernaturals and imitations converging to aid Emma in the unfolding battle.

Emma wielded the beta sword in the midst of battle, while Dante and Grace fought side by side, reminiscent of old times. Grace tore apart a vampire fairy with her bare hands, lifted by Dante as they seamlessly coordinated their attacks. Meanwhile, Dante dispatched Lycans, wolves, hunters, vampire fairies, and witches with brutal precision.

Sharlene unleashed a potent fairy blast in mid-air, decimating a significant number of IMPERISHABLES. Marcus and Veronica, seething with anger, observed from a distance as their troops charged toward the chaotic battlefield. The IMPERISHABLES engaged in a fierce struggle, aided by Mother's fiery onslaught that caused havoc among the supernaturals.

In the midst of the chaos, many witches and fairies were transformed into vampire fairies and witches by the IMPERISHABLES, intensifying the conflict. Hybrids and tribrids were unleashed to battle the supernaturals, forcing Emma and her friends to fight their way through the tumultuous battlefield.

In the midst of the heated battle, Sam and Charlie sought an old friend to form an alliance. In the ongoing war between the IMPERISHABLES and Emma's friends, along with other supernaturals and humans willingly joining their cause, the conflict intensifies.

Venturing into an ancient cave, its darkness so profound that not even the moonlight could barely penetrate its depths, Sam and Charlie found themselves in an eerie realm. Multicolored eyes glowed mysteriously throughout the cavern, harmonizing with the ominous symphony of growls and heavy stomps—resembling sharp claws descending—intermingled with the unsettling sounds of bones and skulls being crushed.

In the obscurity, a thumping sound resonated near Sam's face, gradually unveiling itself to be a Lycan. As the Lycan emerged, it brought with it packs of wolves, tribrids, and hybrids, creating an otherworldly assembly within the depths of the cave.

"Why have you come?" the wolf communicated telepathically.

"To seek your aid in this war," Sam replied. "The supernaturals need you; we need you."

"For thousands of years, we've hidden in the shadows, undisturbed," the wolf responded. "And now, you trouble our moment of peace."

"There'll be no peace when all is lost," Sam asserted. "When Azriel claims what's hers. We're all her children, imitations of the first order of supernaturals. Those unwilling to swear allegiance will perish."

"What do you seek to suffice?" questioned a hybrid.

"Freedom... for all supernaturals and humans," Sam declared.

"And what about the descendant of Jacobs?" a tribrid inquired. "To lead us to victory."

Sam pointed at Charlie, the last descendant of Jacobs, her blood carrying the key and hope. "She'll lead us to battle, she'll lead us to victory." Charlie transformed into her Omega wolf before the gathered supernaturals, and their collective roar echoed as a resounding acceptance.

In the midst of the ongoing battle, the tide seemed to favor the IMPERISHABLES, their dominance apparent. However, a sudden howling sound disrupted the rhythm. An imitator, a hybrid, had captured an IMPERISHABLE, a Lycan, and ruthlessly tore it apart. Peggy took charge, leading the imitators alongside her uncle and mother. They transformed and fought shoulder to shoulder with the packs.

In a synchronized move, the hunters, under the command of Tyler O'Hara, entered the fray, with Xara among them. Their presence swiftly shifted the balance back in favor of the supernaturals. As the scales tipped, Veronica and Marcus retreated to Azriel, urgently informing her about the beta sword.

An IMPERISHABLE moved to attack Emma from behind, but before it could strike, an unknown being intervened, swiftly eliminating the threat.

"Sister!" Emma exclaimed with a smile.

"You know I couldn't let you handle it alone," Liliana replied. She unleashed her most powerful technique, the witches' fire, creating a pathway for Emma and her friends through the chaotic battle with the IMPERISHABLES.

They reached the other side, Azriel's domain, where they faced the guardian.

"That'll be enough... Emma Stone, you and your accomplice now stand before the great guardian and mother of the immortals," declared Rita Wood.

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"Rita!" Grace exclaimed in astonishment. "Didn't Emma kill you?" she questioned.

"It's no surprise that you were resurrected with the talisman," Emma responded. "We need to get that talisman off Mother before she finds out." Emma whispered to her friends, urging them to act discreetly.

"Yes! She was, and she's very pissed about the death you brought upon her, Emma. Thanks to Mother, who's loving and caring about her faithful children, she showed compassion on her, unlike you," Veronica sneered. "Rita here will be taking care of you three, as Mother isn't cut out for your shenanigans."

"Where's Peggy?" Emma demanded angrily.

"She lives, for now," Veronica replied, just as Rita charged towards them, only to be pulled aside by another supernatural to an unknown location.

Veronica, shocked by the sudden turn of events, was met with Emma's confident smile. "You're not the only one who's got a guardian. You didn't think we'd bring ours, did you?"

Veronica, seething with anger, charged towards Emma. Grace swiftly intervened, directing Emma to rescue Peggy as she confronted Veronica. In a fierce struggle, Grace seized Veronica and hurled her aside, the force shattering the glass beneath her.

"I don't want to hurt you, Veronica, but it kind of feels good. Not after what you did to my bestie," Grace declared, fiercely battling Veronica with determination. Meanwhile, Dante faced Marcus in his mega-brid form,who hadn't fully transformed yet, engaged in a formidable battle of their own.

Their intense battle revealed Dante's newfound strength, matching Marcus blow for blow. Marcus, astonished by the unexpected challenge, charged towards Dante like a bull.

Lifting Dante upward onto his shoulder, Marcus ran through a wall, breaking the bricks behind them as they fell to the other side. In a display of incredible speed, Dante landed a powerful punch, forcing Marcus to transform mid-air. The mega-wolf form spoke as it grew in size, holding Dante momentarily before tossing him aside like a ragdoll. The confrontation escalated, with both fighters pushing their limits in this fierce struggle.

"I'm impressed by your overwhelming strength, a formidable barrier for a vampire in my path," Marcus declared, his grip tightening around Dante's neck, the intent to strangle him evident. "Your demise will leave an indelible mark, and then I'll tear off your fucking head as well."

*Marcus roared furiously.*

In the midst of an epic battle in the Woods, the guardians faced off. Elijah and Rita Wood clashed, their confrontation laden with intense emotion.

"You fight for the descendants," Rita Wood exclaimed with great rage. "I thought you were my brother. Together, we could have achieved so much. You carry the DNA of Azriel."

"I bear the blood of a fairy, the first among the supernaturals. You are but an imitator," Elijah Wood responded. "Yet, it doesn't have to end like this; there's hope. Join us, sister."

Rita, caught in a moment of melancholy, erupted into maniacal laughter. "The last descendants of Michael," she declared.

The narrative then shifted to Emma, who had pinpointed Peggy's location. She engaged in a fierce battle, eliminating the IMPERISHABLES in her way, managing to free Peggy just before they were surrounded by more of the relentless foes.

"Emma!" the weakened Peggy whispered, calling out to her.

"I've got you," Emma assured, standing tall against the IMPERISHABLES. With the beta sword in hand, she swiftly slaughtered them all. As a werewolf charged towards Peggy, she obliterated it with a powerful magical blast. Roaring vampire fairies, and witches approached, but Emma deftly handled them.

Throwing the beta sword, she pierced a vampire fairy's heart, watching it burn from the inside, turning into a pile of ash with remnants of its skeleton. Another threat, a vampire witch, met its end as a vampire fairy swooped in, saving Peggy.

Looking up in surprise, Peggy discovered her savior was none other than her mother.

"Mom!" Peggy exclaimed tearfully as they embraced. "I thought I had lost you."

Suddenly, Azriel revealed herself in a transparent dress with no footwear, adorned in a gown with silver lining. A golden bra and underwear, embellished with silver rhinestones, adorned her figure. Golden bracelets adorned her left hand and foot, and a perfectly fitting golden tiara adorned her head. Azriel's beauty was otherworldly—blond hair, pink lips, blue eyes, and elf-like ears.

Walking majestically toward her daughter, Azriel inquired, "How long have you been able to see?"

"My whole life," Emma replied. "Why, mother?" she asked.

"For it is high time, my child. The world is changing, and humans are perishing. The supernaturals herald this transformation. Together, you and I can forge a better world once everyone embraces and accepts my will," said Azriel. "This is not the end. Victor never comprehended that; he was misguided and blinded by the first order of supernaturals. Michael proved weak, unable to grasp my vision for humanity. Instead, he chose betrayal, turning against one of his own, turning against me."

"I loved your father, as I've loved all of you. But love alone won't change this world, won't cleanse the evil that Michael and his creation have unleashed, plunging all colonies into chaos. That's why I'm here—to rectify the mistakes made by your father, Michael, and the first order," said Azriel. "Only if you peacefully return what belongs to me."

"But you love me, you loved Dad! You were both happy together. What changed all that? I know there's still some good left in you, mother. Please, do what's right," pleaded Emma.

Azriel laughed and replied, "I never loved you. I despised you and everything about mortals. They're weak and pathetic. I thought I raised you better." Both of Azriel's eyes turned blood-red.

"You never raised me. You abandoned us," Emma retorted.

"Then it's high time I begin," said Azriel to Emma, who summoned the beta sword to her aid.

"Get Peggy outta here!" Emma commanded Taylor Lance, who swiftly took Peggy to safety as they fled.

"That was a grave mistake, Emma," said Azriel, using her immense speed to push Emma to a far distance, preparing for battle.

On the other side, Dante managed to break free from Marcus's grip, delivering a powerful knock that sent Marcus flying. Swiftly, Dante approached from behind, clamping his hand over Marcus's mouth, destabilizing him and shattering the wall behind. Furious, Marcus rose, healing from his wounds.

Both charged towards each other, Dante transforming into a vampire fairy, grabbing Marcus by the shoulders, and soaring into the sky as their intense battle unfolded. The conflict culminated with Dante emerging victorious, ending Marcus by ripping off his head with razor-sharp teeth and tearing his body apart, crushing his heart like a bug. Marcus's head fell to the ground as his dismembered body showered the area in blood.